As the hours passed, Misty's moans and whimpers grew louder despite her gag. James seemed to feed off of these sounds, his movements becoming more urgent and frenzied as he worked tirelessly between her legs. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, sex, and stale feet - a potent mixture that drove James' obsession to new heights.
Misty's body arched and convulsed as she reached her second climax, the sensation ripping through every fiber of their being. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she gazed down, watching in rapt attention while James lapped up every last drop of their cum.
Yet despite the raw emotion, a lingering thread remained between them that spoke to more profound desires still waiting beneath this physical surface level - one in particular revolving around James total worship for Mistys sexual organs.
Unsympathetic as he might seem, though only at surface level because beneath this rough facade lay something far more complicated - was unrelenting in pursuit to drain Misty multiple times that night alone without relenting once.
Even with a ball gag still securely fixed, an attempt made at muffled screams turned into mere stifled yelps as finally - following what seemed like ages in ecstatic hell where everything hurt but pleasure overwhelmed it tenfold over, she felt her third explosive orgasm crashing down.
The aftermath found them both spent but James remained intent. Until he finally ceased, it wasn't going to be over - no matter what emotional or physical state Misty found herself reduced into post-climax.
Then and only then, James would deign release his prize - that is after meticulously ensuring he has sucked every drop of their cum off. But even then it seemed like such wouldn't satiate his inner craving as he couldn reach and touch the mystical organs which now rested against thigh covered stockings.
James finally rose, his chest heaving, lips glistening with the evidence of his devotion. Misty, still bound and trembling, felt the chair beneath her shift slightly as he moved closer. His hand brushed against her cheek, a gesture that was almost tender, but his eyes remained fixed on the prize—her cock, still semi-hard despite the intensity of their sessions.
“You’re perfect,” he whispered, his voice hoarse and raw. “Every part of you. I can’t get enough of you.”
He reached down, slowly unclipping the ball gag. Misty gasped, her breath hitching as the air rushed into her lungs. Her throat was dry, her mouth numb, but the sound that escaped her was soft and pleading, a mixture of relief and something else—something deeper.
James didn’t wait for a response. He moved toward the bathroom, and Misty watched as he wet a towel and gently cleaned the mess from her body, his movements careful and deliberate. It was the first time he had touched her like this—like a man might touch something fragile, something sacred.
When he returned, he pulled Misty from the chair and helped her onto the plush hotel sofa. A bottle of red wine and two glasses
sat on the coffee table, and James poured them each a glass before settling in beside Misty. The wine was rich and full-bodied, warming her chest as she took a sip.
For several minutes, they sat in silence. Misty was lost in the haze of her own exhaustion and pleasure-induced euphoria, while James seemed content to simply be near her. He reached out periodically to gently stroke a strand of hair or run his fingers over the curve of her shoulder.
As they sat there, Misty became increasingly aware of James' eyes on hers. They were deep and searching, filled with a level of intimacy that made her feel vulnerable yet safe at the same time. She couldn't help but wonder what he saw when he looked at her, or how this had all come to be.
"I've wanted you for so long," James said finally, breaking the silence. His voice was barely above a whisper.
Misty turned to him then, her gaze locking with his. "I've wanted you too," she replied softly.
James' smile was like a work of art – gentle and sad, all at once. He leaned in to kiss her forehead before pulling back.
"I know this might seem fast or strange, but... I think there's something here. Between us," he said.
Misty felt a shiver run down her spine as she met his eyes again. The air was thick with emotion, the space between them charged and waiting.
"I know exactly what you mean," she said. The words felt true as they left her lips, carrying a sense of raw vulnerability that both thrilled and terrified.
