Eric was ecstatic. He tried to calm down and said slowly, “I like you. I want to keep you, and this is the only way I can think of.”
I interrupted him angrily, “The only way? Have you ever loved others? Are you doing the same to other women?”
Eric shook his head, “Master and slave… These are the rules that my first love taught me, and you’re the second person I’ve fallen in love with. That’s why I only know how to deal with love through a master-and-slave relationship.”
Without waiting for me to speak, Eric lowered his head and kissed me again.
I was kissed by Eric so hard to breathe, I finally exhaled.
“I love you.”
Because of Eric’s confession, I felt a little at a loss.
“Eric, are you trying to change all of this?”
“Huh?”
I looked back at the diamond handcuffs placed on the head of the bed.
“Start with that pair of handcuffs.”
The luxurious hotel room was plunged in pitch darkness, with only a faint moan of a lusty man to be heard.
With his hands tied together by the diamond handcuffs, Eric was completely naked and hanging on the tall curtain rails, causing him to tiptoe to maintain balance. He tried his best to hold back his lewd moans.
“Judy… my master… whipped me.”
Hanging onto the curtain rails, Eric unintentionally showed his muscles. This humiliating position–him pressed against the window naked–seems to turn him on even more. Beads of sweat glided down his flawless body, leaving behind suggestive streaks.
I picked up the whip at hand.
“Want this?”
Eric nodded at me, but I threw away the whip.
“From today, there will be no toys in the game.”
With that, I glided my hands across his perky tits, causing him to shudder in excitement. His increasingly pointy nipples continued to turn me on.
As my hand slid past Eric’s thighs, he arched his back uncontrollably, rubbing his dick against my hands to satisfy his urges, releasing small amounts of pre-cum. Without much consideration, I stroked his erect penis, causing him to spread his legs in a jolt as if to prod me to go faster. However, I let go of him suddenly.
“Please, Judy… give it to me.”
“Promise me, change back to the original you.”
“I promise you.” Eric himself doesn’t know what he is talking about. At this moment, he just wants his master to love him.
I started kissing Eric’s body and sucking on his penis. A wave of adrenaline engulfed him as he relished the tingling sensation of my tongue. Eric could not decide if he’s enjoying it, or feeling tormented by my instead. In any case, he was covered in sweat, as he’s plunged into both excruciation and pleasure.
I spat out his dick, using one hand to clasp onto the base of his cock, and shoving my fingers into his asshole with another. Eric started trembling in pain profusely.
“Don’t…”
I wrapped my hands around his sexual organ, jerking him off nonchalantly. A steady wave of pleasure struck at his fragile nerves, as he teetered on the brink of climax. In a coarse voice, Eric exclaimed, while his body continues to tremble.
“Judy, give it to me.”
Eric’s cock could take it no more. He wiggled around and gasped in agitation, unable to make a sound.
“Eric, you are very happy without those gadgets, aren’t you?”
i let go of Eric’s penis, causing it to wobble about before he finally ejaculated.
Then, I unfastened the handcuffs for him and helped him to sit down.
“Judy~” Eric wanted to say something, but I stopped him, and I threw his clothes at him, motioning him to put them on.
Eric put on his clothes with shaking hands and feet. The expensive shirt had become crumpled and ugly, but the clothes still looked noble on Eric.
“I’m hungry, I’ll order something to eat.” After all, sex is also a tiring thing. I was about to call for dinner when the doorbell suddenly rang.
I opened the door suspiciously, and it was Oliver pushing the dining car.
“What are you doing? Eric, did you arrange this?”
Eric raised his hand quickly.
“I almost didn’t have time to come to you to apologize.”
Oliver smiled and pushed dinner into the room, “I expected the two of you to get into a heated argument, and came over to mediate. If you don’t want to have a candle-lit dinner alone with Eric, I’d be happy to join you guys.”
I was a little unhappy when I heard what he said, “Thank you, we don’t need it.”
Eric pulled the dining car; “I know you’re angry. But Oliver did put in a lot of effort into this dinner. And are you hungry?”