Page 11 of Love in the Dark

Azazel increases the intensity again, and Cherrie's movements become more frantic.

She can feel her orgasm building, and she knows he’s toying with her, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. "Please, Az… I need..." she trails off, not sure how to finish her sentence.

"You need what, baby girl?" he asks, his voice suddenly very close, making her jump.

Cherrie spins around, her hands reaching out, and feels his solid chest under her palms. "I need you," she whispers, relief washing over her.

"That's my girl," he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. Before Cherrie could react, she feels Azazel's strong arms grab her from behind, pulling her close against his hard body. He nuzzles his face into her neck, his breath hot on her skin, and reaches around to cup her swollen breasts. "You look so fucking sexy in this blindfold. All disoriented and horny. I could just bend you over right here and fuck you senseless."

Cherrie moans, her head falling back onto his shoulder as he pinches her nipples, rolling them between his thumbs and forefingers. "Please, Az… I need you inside me… now," she begs, her voice hoarse with need.

"As you wish, my cherry blossom," he whispers, his mouth curving into a satisfied smile. Azazel reaches for the fluffy cuffs he had hidden and swiftly brings Cherrie's wrists together behind her back, securing them with a satisfying click.

She tests the restraints, realizing she’s now completely at his mercy. A rush of excitement washes over her, knowing he could do whatever he wanted with her helpless body.

"That's right, baby. You're all mine now," Azazel growls, his lips brushing against her ear. He spins her around to face him and claims her mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue demanding entry. Cherrie moans into his mouth, her senses overwhelmed by his taste, his smell, and the feel of his hard body against hers. Azazel breaks the kiss and, taking her hand, begins to lead her through the funhouse. Cherrie, still blindfolded and cuffed, has to rely on his guidance, her trust in him unwavering. He leads her up a flight of stairs, her high heels clicking on the metal steps, and then down a narrow corridor, the air growing cooler as they go.

"Where are you taking me, Az?" she asks, her voice laced with anticipation.

"You'll see, or rather,feel, soon enough," he replies, a playful tone in his voice. Cherrie feels a change in the air, a slight breeze brushing against her skin, and then she realizes they have stepped outside, under the night sky.

"Oh God, Az. Showing me to the stars tonight?" she asks with a mixture of fear and excitement in her voice.

“And every night. I want you to feel the night air against your skin; the thrill of being watched. It's just you, me, and the stars." Cherrie shivers as she imagines eyes on her, Azazel's possessive gaze roaming over her body, appraising her like a prize.

She feels like a sacrificial offering, ripe for the taking, and it sends a jolt of arousal straight to her core. Azazel leads her further, his hand firm on her wrist. She feels the gravel under her feet and the night breeze playing with her hair. Then, suddenly, he stops and reaches for the blindfold, slowly pulling it away from her eyes.

Cherrie blinks, adjusting to the moonlight. They reach a secluded spot on the edge of the warehouse district. Before her, stands an old, rusted carnival ride, a spinning teacup with faded paint and torn cushions. It looks eerie and inviting all at once. "Our own private carnival ride, baby. I thought we could take it for a spin, just you and me, going round and round until we're dizzy with pleasure."

Cherrie's pussy clenches at the image his words invoked. She imagines them fucking in the spinning teacup, the world blurring around them as they reach new heights of ecstasy. Azazel, as if reading her mind, reaches for the remote and increases the vibration again, making Cherrie cry out and grind her hips instinctively. "God, Az, don't stop," she pleads, her eyes fluttering closed as the buzzing toy sends waves of pleasure through her body.

"Get in, baby," he instructs, his voice hoarse with need. Cherrie does as she’s told, stepping into the teacup and sinking into the cushions. Azazel joins her, his body fitting perfectly against hers as he pulls her onto his lap. He reaches for the vibrating egg, teasing her clit through her soaked panties.

"You're so wet, Cherry Pie. Did the game make you this horny? Or was it the thought of being tied up and at my mercy?" he asks, nipping at her earlobe.

"It's always you, Az." She pants, her head falling back as his fingers work their magic. "It's always you that makes me this way." With a swift movement, he rips her panties aside, the fabric tearing easily, and teases his fingers through her slick folds.

"Damn, you're so ready for me." He moans, positioning himself at her entrance. Cherrie nods, desperate for him to fill her.

"Now, Az, please now," she begs, her hips bucking against his. Azazel obliges, sheathing himself inside her in one smooththrust. Cherrie cries out, her back arching as he fills her completely. "Fuck, baby, you feel so good," Azazel groans, his hands gripping her thighs as he begins to move, slow and deep.

The teacup starts to spin, a soft creaking accompanying the movement as the old ride comes to life. Cherrie gasps as the vibrations from the toy, combined with the motion of the ride, sends her senses spiraling. "Oh God, Az, you feel so,sogood," she pants, her nails digging into his shoulders as she clings to him. Azazel starts to move faster, his hips slamming into hers in rhythm with the spinning ride. The vibrations from the toy intensify, and Cherrie’s orgasm starts to build; a tidal wave of pleasure ready to crash over her.

"Get on your knees," he orders. Cherrie obeys without hesitation, kneeling before him as he stands tall. "That's it, baby," he murmurs, his thumb stroking over her jawline. "You look so beautiful like this…so willing to take whatever I give you." Cherrie whimpers, her pussy dripping with need. Azazel starts to stroke his thick and veiny dick, her eyes locking on it as her mouth waters, and she imagines it stretching her pussy to the limit.

"Suck it," he orders, his voice harsh. "Show me how much you want it." Without hesitation, Cherrie leans forward, taking his dick into her mouth. She swirls her tongue around the head, tasting the first drops of pre-cum, then takes him deeper, moaning in pleasure as she bobs her head. "That's it, Cherry Pie," he groans, his breath coming in sharp rasps. "Take it all. Fuck, your mouth is made for my dick."

As Cherrie continues to suck him off, Azazel reaches down and tugs the belt tighter around her neck, controlling her movements, reminding her who’s in charge. Cherrie moans in delight, the sound vibrating around his shaft as her pussy throbs and her nipples pebble to hard and aching points.

But Azazel isn’t done, yet. He reaches and grabs the belt, pulling Cherrie to her feet. He spins her around so that she’s facing away from him, then bends her over. Cherrie's pussy is exposed, glistening and ready for him. Without warning, Azazel brings the belt down on her ass, the leather smacking against her flesh. Cherrie cries out, the sting of pain blending with pleasure as the sensation shoots through her body.

"You like that, don't you?" Azazel growls, landing another smack, this time on her upper thighs, dangerously close to her pussy. "You like being punished?"

"Yes!" Cherrie screams, her body aching for more. "I love it, Az! Please, don't stop!" Driven wild by her cries, Azazel delivers a flurry of blows. The belt lands against her ass, thighs, and the backs of her legs. Cherrie's pussy drips, the sensations overwhelming her, her body on fire with need. With one swift thrust, he buries himself balls-deep inside her soaking, wet pussy. Cherrie screams, her body stretching to the limit as he fills her completely. Azazel grabs her hips, pulling her back onto him as he begins moving, his dick sliding in and out of her pussy in a relentless rhythm. Cherrie cries out with each thrust.

"You feel so fucking good, Cherry Pie," Azazel grunts, his hands squeezing her hips roughly.

"Yes, Az, yes!" Cherrie screams.

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