Page 10 of Love in the Dark

He knows there will be a reward with pain and pleasure intertwined. "How will I know when you're close?" he asks, his voice lacing with anticipation.

"Oh, you'll know," she purrs, pressing a button on a small remote she holds in her hand. "I have a little vibrator here that will only activate when in close range. And when I find you, well…let's just say, I have a few tricks up my sleeve." Cherrie hands Azazel a small vibrator for him to hold during their game.

Azazel's dick twitches as he imagines what those tricks might be. He steps into the maze, his heart pounding with exhilaration. The game begins, and he weaves his way through the mirrors, catching glimpses of his tall, muscular frame and Cherrie's curvy figure in the distorted reflections. As he turns a corner, he feels the vibrator come to life, a soft buzz against his palm. He knows she’s getting closer, and his breath quickens. Then, he hears her voice somewhere to his left, soft and seductive.

"I can feel you, Azazel. I bet your heart is racing. Are you excited, my love?"

"Fuck yes," he whispers, his voice hoarse with anticipation. "But you'll have to find me first." Laughter echoes through the maze, sending shivers down his spine. The vibrator intensifies, and he knows she’s growing closer. Too close. He quickens his pace, taking a sharp turn, only to find himself face-to-face with his own reflection. The mirrored walls reveal his every angle, and he spots her just as she emerges from the corner, a wicked smile crossing her face.

"Gotcha," Cherrie says as she runs into a mirror. “Ouch.” She groans, pressing a button on the remote.

Azazel giggles. “My poor, little demon.” He kisses Cherrie’s forehead.

Cherrie grabs Azazel’s belt and pulls him closer. Azazel's body stiffens as the vibrator pulses against his sensitive skin. He’s trapped, and they both know it. Cherrie takes her time, strolling towards him, her eyes never leaving his.

"Now, my love, back to your reward." She presses another button, and Azazel cries out as the vibrator pulses in a different rhythm, more intense and relentless. His eyes roll back in pleasure and pain as Cherrie brushes her lips against his ear. "I'm going to make you beg for mercy," she whispers, her hot breath sending shivers down his spine.

"Please, Cherrie." He manages to gasp. "I can't take much more."

"Oh, but you will," she promises, her fingers trailing down his chest. "Because I'm not done with you, yet." Cherrie presses another button, and the vibrator stops abruptly, leaving Azazel panting and dizzy. She takes his hand, leading him out of the maze and into the next room. This one is filled with oversized furniture, making them feel like children in a giant's playroom. "Now," she says, turning to him with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Belt off and kneel. It's time for me to have a little fun." Cherrie wraps the belt around Azazel’s throat and struts over toa massive chair, the legs of which are as tall as she is. She climbs onto it, her short dress riding up her thighs, revealing her toned legs and a hint of lace underwear. "Come closer, my pet," she calls to Azazel, slightly tugging at the belt and patting her thigh.

He crawls forward, his body still humming with the after effects of the vibrator, and lowers himself on all fours between her legs. Cherrie leans forward, her breasts pressing against his chest, and whispers in his ear, "I want you to worship me, Azazel. Make me feel like a queen." Azazel doesn’t need to be told twice.

Still on his knees, his mouth finds the sensitive spot where her thigh meets her lace-covered pussy. He breathes in her scent, his tongue darting out to taste her as she moans above him. His hands gripped her thighs, squeezing the soft flesh as he pulled her closer, his tongue dancing and flicking over her clit.

"Yes… There..." she moans, her fingers tangling in his hair. "Right there, my love. Oh, fuck, that feels so good." Azazel sucks her clit into his mouth, his tongue teasing and tormenting her as she squirms above him. Her hips buck uncontrollably, riding his face while he continues to pleasure her.

"That's it… That's it." She gasps, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts. "Don't… Stop." Azazel doesn’t intend to. He wants to drive her wild, to make her cum so hard she’ll scream his name. His tongue works furiously, his lips sucking and kissing their way up to her core as his four fingers slip inside her dripping pussy. Cherrie cries out, her nails digging into his scalp and pulling tighter on the belt as her orgasm hits her like a freight train.

"Azazel! Oh my God!" she yells, her body shaking uncontrollably. "Don't stop, please, don't stop!" He smiles against her pussy, feeling her juices flow as her orgasm washes over her. He keeps licking and sucking, milking every last drop of pleasure from her. Slowly, her body stops trembling, and sheslumps back in the chair, breathless and spent. "That… That was incredible." She manages to gasp, her eyes hooded with satisfaction.

Azazel stands "We're not done yet," he promises, his voice deep and husky. "I plan to make you cum over and over again tonight." Cherrie returns his smile, her eyes flashing with excitement.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's see what the next room has in store." Hand in hand, they step further into the twisted funhouse, eager to uncover more secrets and explore their dark, erotic delights. Their night has only just begun, and Azazel decides to up the ante. He wants to push Cherrie's senses to the limit.

"Baby, I have something that will make this even more fun," Azazel whispers, his hot breath tickling Cherrie's ear. He has her cornered in a secluded part of the maze, taking advantage of a momentary lapse in her focus. With a swift movement, he produces a silk blindfold from his pocket and holds it up for her to see. "I want you to rely on your other senses to find me. No peeking."

Cherrie bites her lip, her heart racing at the thought of being blindfolded in the maze of mirrors. She knows how much Azazel loves to watch her squirm, and the idea of being at his mercy, sends a shiver down her spine. "Okay, but you have to promise to make it worth my while," she says with a mischievous smile playing on her lips.

"Oh, don’t I always?" Azazel replies, his voice dripping with dark promises.

He gently ties the blindfold around her eyes, making sure it’s secure. The world darkens for Cherrie, and she feels a momentary pang of anxiety. But it quickly transforms into arousal once she realizes how vulnerable and exposed thismakes her feel. She can hear her own breath, loud and ragged, and the faint, distant sounds of the city outside.

“You look so fucking sexy like this; all mine and willing to play my games," Azazel murmurs, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. He takes her hand and places a small, vibrating egg in her palm. "Now, this is your little guide. It will lead you to me. But remember, I control the intensity. So, be a good girl and try to find me before I make you cum."

Cherrie's mouth goes dry as she realizes the challenge Azazel has set for her. She feels the vibration in her hand, a teasing buzz that will be her only guide through this labyrinth of pleasure and pain. "Az, you're a cruel, cruel man," she says, her voice lacing with desire.

"That's why you love me, Cherrie Mine," he purrs, using one of his pet names for her. Then, without another word, he lets go of her hand and drifts further into the darkness, leaving her alone and blindfolded in the heart of the funhouse.

Cherrie stands still for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. She feels the vibration in her hand, a gentle hum that was both tantalizing and frustrating. Cherrie placed the vibrator against her clit, allowing the thin material of her panties to hold the device in place and moans softly. With a steady breath, she begins to move, slowly at first, her hands outstretched to avoid walking into a wall of mirrors again. She feels the cool glass under her fingertips, guiding her forward.

Azazel, meanwhile, watches her from the shadows, a sly smile on his face. He loves seeing her like this. Blind and unaware of her surroundings, completely at his mercy. He adjusts the remote in his hand, increasing the vibration slightly, and watches as Cherrie's body reacts instantly.

She gasps, her breasts heaving, and her fingers curling into fists. "Az, what are you doing?" she calls out, her voice echoing in the maze.

"Shhh, Cherrie, Baby. Just follow the vibe and you'll find me," he replies, his voice coming from everywhere and nowhere at once.

Cherrie bites her lip, determined to find him. She moves forward, more confidently this time. She can feel her pussy getting wetter by the second.

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