Brutally yanked from sleep in the sprawling penthouse suite atop the Riviera’s most exclusive tower. Gasps fill my ears through the headphones—women climaxing, men groaning, whips cracking on yielding flesh. Pleasure screams assault me, volume piercing. They unbind one leg. I flex it, but it’s hoisted skyward, chained high. The other follows. Spread-eagled again, ass thrust wide open, vulnerable.
‘Jean? Please, stop. I’m scared. I’ll do anything, but not like this.’ No reply. Just the audio inferno drowning words. Liquid trickles down my thighs, pussy, ass. Warm oil, slick. Silence falls—or so I think, ears plugged. Then, tiny laps on my skin. The kittens again. Raspy tongues ignite thighs, slit, hole. Frenzied now. Pleasure surges from my loins, belly clenching. I drip. Writhing in bonds, moaning with the phantom orgy. It builds. Explodes. ‘Yes! Fuck me, kittens! Suck me!’ Waves crash. Body quakes. Thank you, Jean, you devil.
The Privilege
Vibrations linger. Tongues persist hours—or minutes? Time dissolves in starlit haze. Jean films it all, unseen. Kittens caged with kisses. He strips. Cock rigid, primed for me. Climbs the silk-sheeted king bed, leather headboard gleaming under crystal pendants. Partially frees me. Nests between thighs. Enters slow. Tight pussy resists, then yields. I recognize his girth. Arch to welcome. Reassured.
The Discretion
Gentle thrusts alternate deep plunges. I flood him. He teases—soft, fierce. Edge me merciless. Hips buck for release. He pulls out. Denies. Repeats. Endless. Finally, he yields my first orgasm. Violent. Hands bound, I convulse unfinished. He pounds on. Pussy burns. Ass aches for cock. Shudders rack me endlessly.
He accelerates. Fucks hard. Roars his climax, collapses on my belly. Rallies. More orgasms. We shatter together. Exhausted, we sleep entwined under cashmere throws, city lights twinkling beyond glass walls.
Dawn chills us awake. Jean stirs first. ‘Fuck, that slut’s a bomb. Nearly had me. Free suite after two more rounds.’ Unties me slow. Pulls covers over us. Tender. I curl into his heat.
The Excess
I wake first. His hand cups my breast. Night replays: perverse kitten licks, mind-blowing. Need to piss. Slip free. Marble bathroom vast. Flush echoes. Back, eyeing bonds. Why not reverse? Smile widens. Gather silk scarves. Tie ankles, wrists. He feigns sleep.
He bolts up, roars. Slaps me down. ‘Bitch! Flat on belly, hands back, knees bent!’ I obey. Ass smacked harder. Hogtied tight. Tits strain. Immobile package. Fear spikes.
‘Jean, just play. Wanted to pleasure you.’ Finger checks—I’m soaked. ‘You love it bound. Punished for initiative. Knees up, ass arched.’ Tits jut, nipples erect. Thighs splayed, cunt gaping.
Cock nears mouth. Lick it. Sensual swirls on shaft, glans, balls sucked deep. He groans. ‘Slower.’ Saliva coats. Minutes pass. He edges.
Fingers invade pussy. Slow circles: lips, clit, anus twitching. Tease to brink. Deny. ‘Long day ahead, no cums.’ Beg: ‘Fuck me, master!’ Thrash futile. He pins. Tits kneaded, nipples twisted. Electric jolts fire my core. Pleasure-pain dance. No release.
Hour of torment. Sweat-slick. Drool spills. Cock throat-fucks deep. I submit. He withdraws. Last day— he’ll ravage me. Call BĂ©bert if needed. Penthouse walls seal our secrets.
