Please refrain from opening this chapter if you are under 18 years old. Exercise discretion; this is a work of fiction with all its imaginative elements. CW: roleplay, bdsm
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Bright's fingers moved with deliberate precision, finding every sensitive spot and exploiting it. Emma's mind was a whirl of sensations, the clamps adding an edge to the intense pleasure coursing through her.
"Look at you," Bright whispered, his voice filled with a twisted mix of affection and control.
"Completely at my mercy, yet finding pleasure in it. I feel that you start to agree that this place is the finest prison cell in the world, huh?"
Emma's response was incoherent, her body shuddering with each expert touch.
She was lost in the sensations, her earlier resolve melted away by the overpowering physical and emotional stimulation.
