Chapter 142 Handcuffs of Desire
Romy noticed what Leonard was holding: a pair of playful handcuffs, a prop she had only seen in certain films, causing her face to flush with embarrassment.
"Do we really have to use these?" She bit her lip, unable to meet Leonard's gaze.
Suddenly, Leonard stepped forward, embracing her and gently pushing her onto the bed. The cold handcuffs dangled from his hand, grazing her blushing cheek.
Her face was burning red with shame, and the coolness of the handcuffs did nothing to soothe her but rather heightened her temperature.
Leonard grabbed both of Romy's hands, pushing them above her head, and swiftly locked her hands to the bed's headboard with the handcuffs.
"Leonard, don't do this... It feels really strange," Romy looked at Leonard with a pleading gaze.
Caressing her cheek softly, Leonard whispered, "You called me by the wrong name, my dear Romy. Now, I'm even less inclined to release you."
Romy tightly shut her eyes, her anxiety causing her body to writhe involuntarily. But due to the restraints, she couldn't fully express her inner turmoil, leaving her only to squirm restlessly.
"My dear, you look like a goddess bound in a temple; it's irresistibly alluring," Leonard breathed heavily as he admired Romy's writhing form, his arousal visibly increasing.
"I can't wait any longer to indulge in this bound goddess!" Leonard surged forward, kissing her breasts, her tender nipples trembling under his teasing tongue while he simultaneously began his assault on the other nipple.
Romy's body twisted more violently as he nibbled one nipple while his fingers toyed with the other. The painful pleasure had her body contorted, eliciting groans from her.
"Stop! Please stop... It feels so strange!" The clinking of handcuffs against the iron bedframe rang out as Romy's body grew hotter, sweat starting to bead on her skin.
Suddenly, Romy let out another groan, this time mingled with laughter.
"Honey, stop licking there, it tickles..." She groaned with laughter as Leonard began licking her underarms.
"My dear, they say underarms are where body odor originates. But yours smell so sweet." Leonard took a deep breath, a greedy smile on his face.
"Don't say such things, it's so embarrassing..." Romy bit her lip, her eyes shut as her body continued to tremble. The stimulation traveled down to her lower regions, making her feel an itch in her vagina and longing for Leonard's penis to fill the void within her.
"Seeing you immobilized makes me even more excited as if I can play with you any way I want. Your vagina must be itching, right? Let me relieve that itch." Leonard suddenly pulled Romy's bent legs, pushing them towards her torso.
Both of Romy's knees touched her arms. She didn't understand why Leonard had suddenly become so rough; he didn't need such an exaggerated position for regular intercourse.
But soon, Romy understood Leonard's intention. He shockingly entered her while facing away from her.
"I've always wanted to try this position. In theory, the penis, like the central rod of a windmill, can penetrate the vagina from any direction," Leonard groaned in relief as he felt himself entering Romy's soft and moist vagina. He rhythmically slapped her booty while thrusting.
"Honey, please unlock the handcuffs... Stop teasing me... Ah! It feels so good... Such a strange position... Don't stop, go faster..." Under the dual assault of pain and pleasure, Romy rolled her eyes, babbling incoherently.
With this new position, Leonard continuously thrust into Romy's vagina. The novel position seemed to bring greater excitement, and soon he felt the urge to ejaculate.
"I'm going to cum," Leonard roared, tightly squeezing Romy's booty, his fingers embedding into her flesh as a thick stream of semen erupted within her vagina.
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