Jason's finger glided through Stella's soaked folds, tracing the shape of her pussy with a reverence that felt like deciphering a sacred script.
Her body twitched beneath him, her breaths shallow, lips parting around soft, desperate gasps.
The scarlet ropes bit into the lush curves of her breasts as she arched, her nipples dark and swollen, framed by the tight knots like an offering.
Blindfolded, her world was reduced to sensation—the heat of his breath, the rough graze of his calloused fingers, the faint rustle of rope against her flushed skin.
Jason moved with care, each touch a test, a question.
His fingertips circled her clit, feather-light at first, barely brushing the swollen bud.
A whimper escaped her, low and needy.
He pressed harder, quickening his pace.
Her hips jerked.
"N-not like that," she gasped, voice trembling.
He froze, his hand stilling, then eased back.
Slower now, deliberate.
Two fingers traced a languid figure-eight over her clit, slick with her arousal.
Her gasp was sharp, high-pitched, her body responding instantly.
"There," he muttered, more to himself, memorizing her.
He leaned down, his breath fanning over the bound curves of her breasts.
His lips closed around a nipple, tongue teasing the tight bud as his fingers moved with newfound confidence, gliding through her wetness.
Stella arched into him, her body a live wire under his touch.
"Fuck," she breathed, voice cracking. "That's better…"
Jason groaned against her skin, her taste and sounds unraveling him.
She was no longer just a fantasy—she was real, her body an instrument he was learning note by note, each moan a melody he craved to master.
He slid lower, his tongue replacing his fingers, lips parting around her clit, sucking softly. He flattened his tongue, dragging it in a slow, broad stripe up her pussy.
Her thighs quaked, the spreader bar locking her open, her bound arms useless behind her back. She was his to command, to pleasure, to break.
And Jason gave her everything.
His tongue dipped inside her, curling, tasting her depths.
She was drenched, her arousal pooling onto the sheets, her sweetness coating his lips.
When he sucked her clit again, firmer, her hips bucked, a desperate plea for more.
"God, yes—fuck, right there, Jason—" Her voice was raw, unraveling.
He grinned against her, her moans cracking open something primal in him.
She wasn't just his stepmother, not just a forbidden desire—she was his, responding to his every touch, needing him as fiercely as he needed her.
He moved back up her body, the tip of his cock brushing her pussy, teasing her entrance without entering.
The slick heat of her against him sent a shudder through his spine.
"I want to make you beg," he whispered, his voice a low growl.
She panted, her chest heaving. "Then do it."
Jason's hand found her face, gently lifting the blindfold just enough to reveal her eyes—wide, glazed with lust, shimmering with a challenge that set his blood on fire.
"You're mine right now," he growled. "Say it."
Her gaze locked on his, defiant, a spark of rebellion in her lust-drunk eyes. "Make me."
That defiance snapped something inside him.
He grabbed the ball gag from the bed, pressing it to her lips. "Open."
She hesitated, her breath hitching, eyes narrowing.
He slapped her inner thigh—hard, the sound sharp in the quiet room.
Her gasp was immediate, her lips parting.
"Open," he repeated, voice firm.
She obeyed.
He buckled the gag tight, her eyes never leaving his, burning with a mix of surrender and hunger.
Gagged, bound, spread wide, Stella was a vision of pure, filthy surrender—a fantasy darker than Jason had ever dared to imagine.
He gripped his cock, guiding it to her dripping pussy, the head brushing her soaked entrance.
She whimpered, the sound muffled by the gag, her hips twitching toward him.
He didn't push in.
Not yet.
He teased her, dragging the tip up and down her slit, nudging her clit with each slow pass, her arousal coating him.
Her body trembled, her bound hands flexing uselessly, her thighs straining against the spreader bar.
"Let's find out just how much of a slut you really are," he whispered, his voice a dark promise.