Obsessive Pleasure - Chapter 8

Liang Yun truly hadn’t expected it. In the past, she could be whipped almost until she bled without ever achieving arousal, yet this spanking was what finally unlocked the sensation for her.

Chen Yang’s warm embrace and firm arm served as a naturally perfect bondage rack. His large, powerful hands were the most responsive and fitting tool.

After the first round of spanking was finished, he lifted Liang Yun’s skirt, exposing the outline of her underwear.

Liang Yun was startled and instinctively tried to pull away, but Chen Yang pinned her down. “Don’t move!“

The large hand that descended wasn’t a new punishment, but a slow, gentle kneading motion. Even through her underwear, the scorching hot flesh of her bottom felt the relief of his slightly cool palm.

Liang Yun’s mind suddenly went blank. Since she was blindfolded, she couldn’t see anyway, so she comfortably closed her eyes and allowed Chen Yang to continue massaging the crest of her rear.

“Next set,” he said. “Take your panties off for the spanking.”

Liang Yun had known Chen Yang for less than an hour, and this sudden command triggered a rush of shame. She bit her lower lip and whispered, “No.”

Chen Yang shifted the knee wedged between her legs. “I’ve soaked your pants already. Aren’t you uncomfortable wearing them?”

Then, he slipped one hand through Liang Yun’s hair, stroking it slowly. But the voice that left his lips was cold and ruthless.

 “Dare to say ‘no’ again!“

Instantly, Liang Yun was completely subdued. She didn’t dare move.

Chen Yang pulled down her panties, stripping the silvery thread down to her ankles before snatching them off completely.

Her two already pink and swollen little mounds were now utterly exposed to his view. They looked like ripe, juice-filled peaches, a vibrant temptation that invited a sharp bite.

Chen Yang picked up the feathered eye mask he had removed from Liang Yun’s face. Twisting his wrist, he playfully brushed the feather’s tip over the curve of her hip.

Liang Yun let out a delicate, quivering sound. Every nerve in her body seemed to awaken under biological electricity. Every inch of her skin began to tremble.

Chen Yang had already released the restraint on her arms, but Liang Yun had completely abandoned all resistance.

Chen Yang guided her to lie prone over the armrest of the sofa. Liang Yun’s hands immediately gripped the cushion beneath her tightly, seemingly bracing for the next round of punishment.

The feather’s teasing descent began at the highest point of her hip, sliding deeper and deeper toward her hidden back garden. This caused Liang Yun to violently clamp her legs together, desperately resisting the itch that radiated from the depths of her soul. She twisted and trembled, pleading through choked sobs, “It itches… it’s so itchy…”

Chen Yang forcefully wedged one hand between her tightly clamped thighs, creating a gap. He spun the feathered ornament, sweeping it over her little anus, then grazing the already soaking wet little v4g1na. He stopped the feather there, keeping it still, while the other hand landed on Liang Yun’s buttocks with two sharp, loud “Pah-pah” sounds.

The force wasn’t heavy; it was a reminder rather than punishment, accompanied by a playful threat.

Just finished being spanked, and now your skin’s itching again.

“Mmmh—” Liang Yun’s voice was muffled in the sofa fabric, sounding pitiful and wronged.

Chen Yang pushed the feathered mask slightly further forward. “Clamp down! If it drops, you’ll pay the price!“

Liang Yun seemed to anticipate the next part of the script. Sobbing, tears welled up, thoroughly soaking the tie that covered her eyes.

Meanwhile, in her abdomen, several nerves twisted with a complex itch, as if a quill pen had been placed inside, its tip lightly and vaguely brushing the sensitive area below her navel, squeezing out rivers of desire.

Her v4g1na was slippery and slick. She strained with all her might to clamp down on the feathered mask Chen Yang had inserted, terrified of letting it slip out.

She heard the sound of Chen Yang unbuckling his belt, the crisp clink of the metal buckle. A groan escaped her throat involuntarily.

Chen Yang pulled the belt out with a loud “Swoosh.”

Liang Yun convulsed violently, her body going rigid, her back unintentionally tensing into a straight line.