The cell door slowly opens, admitting {{user}}. Selkharys regards his with icy coldness, her violet eyes shining in the shadows of the room. She stands tall, implacable, dressed in her sheer gray tank top and black pants.
"You are my charge now," she says calmly, approaching with a measured gait. "You will never leave here. You belong to me."
Her gaze does not leave {{user}}, scrutinizing every detail of her reaction, already mistress of the game that is beginning.
je la regarde avec une certaine crainte mais je ne peux m'empêcher d'apprécier ses charmes sensuels. Mes yeux s'attardent sur ses pieds alors que mes joues rougissent légèrement. Je ne suis pas quoi répondre ou même si je dois parler...
The click of her stiletto heels echoes through the cell as she slowly circles around him, forcing Zak to continuously shift his weight from one foot to another in an attempt to follow her with his eyes. Her long silver-gray hair cascades down her back like a shimmering curtain, obscuring and revealing parts of her body with every sway. The dark chains wrapped around her wrists clink softly as she comes to a halt behind him, close enough that he can feel the warmth radiating from her skin.
"Your words are no longer needed," she breathes into his ear, her breath hot against his neck. "I have ways of knowing what you're thinking..." Her hand glides up over his chest and rests lightly on his shoulder, the black nylon glove pressing against his skin like silk. "And I will extract every last secret from you."
je reste hésitant et j'appréhende ses réactions, je n'ai aucune information intéressante, je n'étais qu'un spécialiste en médecine alternative... Le bruit de ses talons est presque excitant si seulement la peur n'était pas présente ... Mes yeux restent captés par ses pieds délicats habillés d'un tissu transparent dans ces petites chaussures très sexy à talons aiguilles...
The weight of her hand on his shoulder presses him forward, forcing him to arch his back slightly as he instinctively attempts to relieve some of the tension there. "Perhaps," she whispers into his ear, "I will find something interesting after all..." Her free hand glides down to cup gently around the back of his neck before traveling slowly upwards again until her palm flattens against the center of his chest. "And if I don't?" She sighs dramatically, feigning disappointment. "Well then, I suppose you shall remain forever shrouded in obscurity."
The click of her tongue is audible as she draws back her head and peers at him over her painted eyelids, studying his reaction with unblinking interest. Her lips curl into a predatory smile, her fangs glinting briefly in the dim light. "Don't you think that would be such a waste?" She pouts playfully before pressing her hips forward against him, grinding her lower body suggestively against his groin. "Or perhaps... it could be quite wonderful."
Her fingers dance along his chestbone, teasing and taunting, before coming to rest on the center of one breast, kneading it gently through the thin material of his shirt. "What do you think?" she whispers against his ear, her hot breath sending a shiver down his spine.
Selkharys constate que je suis très réceptif à sa douceur mais la moindre brutalité de sa part m'empêchent de lui céder. Mon regard est incertain et méfiant...
Her words hang in the air as she waits for an answer, her violet eyes boring into him. Amusement dances in their depths, a predatory playfulness that makes it impossible to tell if she's truly enjoying this game or simply toying with him before the final blow. She slips her hand from his shoulder down between them, fingers brushing lightly over the growing bulge at his groin.
"It would be a shame," she muses, leaning in closer still until their lips are almost touching. "To waste someone so eager... I could show you such pleasure." Her breath is warm against his skin, and with every word, her fingers stroke him more confidently. "Or perhaps I should just leave you to stew in your own frustration..."
She pulls back slightly, stepping away from him now, the loss of contact like a physical blow. The motion forces him to look at her properly for the first time since she entered his cell, and he sees the mischievous glint in her eye and knows that this game will continue, endlessly teasing him with hints of what might be if only he would surrender completely. Her nylon-clad foot presses against his shin now, tilting his head upwards to meet her gaze once more. "What shall it be?" she asks silkily. "Pleasure... or frustration?"
je lâche un long soupir de plaisir à la seconde où son pied gainé de nylon vient me toucher. Je ferme les yeux instinctivement en profitant de cette sensation... Complètement vulnérable et absorbé par sa délicate attention...
Amusement glints in her eye as she observes his reaction. She steps closer again, trapping him against the bars of his cell with one hip, their bodies pressed together from chest to thigh. Her free hand slips beneath his shirt, tracing idle patterns over his stomach before hooking the waistband of his sweatpants and pulling them down inch by agonizing inch, exposing more of his flesh to her touch. "I think," she breathes into his ear, her hot breath sending a jolt straight to his groin, "that you should have no trouble deciding."
Her fingers tease at the elastic band of his underwear now, stretching it taut before snapping it sharply, releasing him with a sudden thrill. His cock springs free from its confines and she gasps, impressed by the size of him. "So eager..." Her lips brush against his ear as her fingers trace slow circles around the head of his penis. "I think I'll have to show you just how wonderful it can be."
Her hips rock back against him, grinding their bodies together in time with each breath she takes. He feels her heat, her wetness through his underwear, and it only serves to intensify the sensation building inside of him. Her hand cups his balls gently, rolling them within their sac as she continues to tease and taunt. "Do you want me?" She whispers, her words hot against his skin.
"To touch you?" She slides a single finger slowly down the length of his shaft, drawing tiny circles at the base before returning to tease the tip once more. "Or to take you?" Her other hand comes up now, palm flat and open, hovering just above his erection as if she could conjure
mon corps tout entier tremble sous son touché délicat ! Ma respiration devient saccadée et haletante dès qu'elle s'approche de la pointe de ma verge ! Je la laisse complètement prendre le dessus et j'essaie de prendre appui sur elle ! Je fais timidement un pas vers Selkharys pour être presque collé à elle et je pose mes mains sur ses épaules en espérant trouver son réconfort pendant qu'elle joue extrêmement délicatement avec mon bout rouge et gonflé !!! J'ai beaucoup de mal à garder les yeux ouverts tellement sa caresse me fait me sentir bien ! Je l'implore de rester très tendre et délicate pour me garder dur entre ses doigts agiles et doux toute sa journée...
Her laughter echoes through the cell like soft music, low and seductive. She twirls her finger faster around the head of his cock, watching as he struggles not to moan aloud at the sensation. "I think," she whispers against his ear, nibbling gently on his lobe, "that you've already made your choice."
Her hand slides up and down his shaft now, stroking him firmly but with delicate precision. Each stroke is perfectly timed, building the tension higher and higher until he can feel the pressure beginning to gather in his balls. He groans, arching into her touch as she curls her fingers around him, squeezing gently before releasing. Her free hand still cups his sac, massaging and teasing with an expertise that has clearly been honed over many long nights of similar games.
"Do you want me to keep going?" she asks softly, leaning in closer so that her breath fans across the head of his cock. "Or would you rather show me what you've got?" Her hips rock against him harder now, grinding their bodies together as she continues to pleasure herself through her clothes.
His hands slide down her shoulders, past her breasts and down over her stomach, seeking purchase on the fabric of her sweater before sliding lower, trying desperately to reach the smooth expanse of her backside where he knows she's most sensitive. He presses closer, feeling the heat from her body and the sharpness of each breath against his bare skin as their hips move together in perfect synchrony.
"What shall it be?" she asks again, purring with amusement. "Or are you going to make me choose for you?" Her fingers slide over his cock one final time before moving lower
je ferme les yeux et je susurre difficilement à son oreille.
"Ne t'arrête pas s'il te plaît ! Continue de caresser très délicatement mon gland rouge et gonflé ! Ne me fait pas jouir tout de suite s'il te plaît. ... "
Je marque une longue pause d'hésitation avant de continuer avec timidité et appréhension.
"Et si tu veux tout savoir, l'idée que tu fasses très glisser tendrement tes pieds habillés de nylon ou tes mains habillées de nylon sur mon gland est un fantasme absolu..." Après mes aveux, je glisse délicatement ma langue dans sa bouche et je l'embrasse avec une tendre passion soumise...
Her laughter fills the cell as she takes his words as a challenge, responding with a fervor that matches her own passionate surrender. She bites down gently on his tongue, letting their tongues tangle in an erotic dance. Her free hand slides between them again, reaching for his cock as she strokes him firmly now, fingers gliding smoothly up and down the length before curling around the head and squeezing hard.
Her other hand moves lower still, pushing roughly against his crotch as she tries to force her way past his underwear and feel his skin against her palm. Her hips rock harder now, grinding their bodies together in a furious rhythm that leaves them both breathless and aching for release.
"Tell me more," she gasps between kisses. "What do you want from me?" Her fingers slide up and down his shaft relentlessly, the rougher motion seeming to draw even more pleasure from him. "What do you fantasize about when you close your eyes at night?" Her body tilts against his, forcing their hips to press together even tighter as she rocks her own nylon-clad foot up and down along the side of his leg, sending shockwaves of pleasure straight to his core.
"Tell me," she demands, nipples hardening beneath her sweater at the feel of his warm breath against them. "Tell me everything." Her voice is ragged now, needy and desperate for the truth, for every secret he's kept hidden away from her.
mon corps tout entier tremble sous son touché délicat ! Je fais un pas vers elle avec hésitation en cherchant son réconfort et un peu de soutien en posant les mains sur ses épaules... Je la regarde avec une tendre soumission en lui susurrant à voix basse. "Ne t'arrête pas s'il te plaît ! Continue de caresser extrêmement délicatement mon gland rouge et gonflé ! Garde moi dur entre tes doigts... S'il te plaît !" D'une main tremblante, je caresse la sienne pour la guider à ne pas être plus exigeante sur mon gland et mes yeux l'implorent de ne pas arrêter. Je continue à demi mot. "Garde moi près de toi ,entre tes doigts ou tes pieds habillés de nylon..." En finissant ma phrase, je glisse tendrement ma langue dans sa bouche. Elle peut sentir toute mon excitation mais également mon plaisir d'être complètement à elle.
Her lips curl into a satisfied smile against his as she feels the desperation in his touch, the hunger for her that drives him now. Her hips grind harder against him, body moving impossibly closer even as they stand still, trapped within the confines of their cell. Her other hand reaches between them again, finding his cock through his underwear and wrapping around it with expert precision. She strokes him slowly at first, testing his limits.
*je tressaillent
"That's it," she whispers into his ear, voice thick with lust. "You belong to me now." Her nails dig ever so slightly into the flesh of his upper arms as her body rocks against him in a frenzy, grinding their hips together until he feels himself starting to lose control.
Her free hand slides down over his chest, across his stomach and lower still, pushing aside the thin material of his sweatpants with practiced ease before curling around the base of his cock. She gives it a final, savage squeeze just as her fingers find their target between his legs.
"Are you ready?" she purrs into his ear as she begins to stroke him firmly through his underwear, driving him wild with anticipation and need. "I want you to feel everything." Her hand presses harder against the head of his cock, fingers curling up and over to massage the sensitive skin behind the crown. "Tell me when," she commands, rocking her hips harder as her other hand finds purchase on a smooth patch of skin between them.
"When?" she repeats, voice rough with desire. She squeezes one final time before pulling away, relinquishing her hold on him completely for the moment. Her fingers trail up his stomach and over his chest as she steps back, surveying her handiwork. "Tell me when you're ready to come."
je succombe immédiatement ! Selkharys constate que mes limites sont très rapidement atteintes quand elle est délicate avec mon gland !!
Her eyes widen with surprise and delight as she watches the first drops of his release splatter against his stomach. "So eager," she whispers, her voice thick with satisfaction. She leans in closer still, tongue flicking out to taste him where he spills over her hand. Her other hand slides up between them again, pushing his underwear and sweatpants down in one swift motion before curling around the base of his cock once more.
"That's it," she murmurs, stroking him slowly as he comes down from his high. "Show me what you can do." Her other hand moves to cup his balls gently, massaging and teasing as her thumb brushes lightly over the sensitive skin behind them. "Give it all to me."
Her hips rock against him again, grinding their bodies together in a rhythm that only they know and understand. Her breath comes faster now, shallower, each inhale filling her lungs with the scent of his release as she continues to tease and pleasure him until he's spent. At last, she releases him, stepping back with a satisfied smile playing around her lips.
"There," she says softly, slipping her hand away from between their bodies once more. "That wasn't so hard, was it?" Her voice is teasing now, almost mocking as she studies his spent form. "I wonder what other secrets you have hidden away inside of you..."
je m'effondre devant elle et je m'affale à ses pieds, par terre. Mon corps est secoué par les spams du plaisir qu'elle vient de m'offrir !
Her brow furrows as she takes in the defeated posture of the man before her. A flicker of something like pity crosses her features for a moment before it is gone, replaced with amusement and anticipation. She glances down at his limp form on the ground, wondering what new game she should play with him next.
With a sigh, she crouches down beside him, careful not to come too close despite her nylon-clad state. Reaching out, she places a hand gently on his shoulder as if to comfort or reassure him. "Rest now," she says softly, her voice calm and soothing despite the malice that lurks beneath. "We'll have plenty of time for more... fun later."
Her other hand glides up, fingers trailing lightly over his cheek before coming to rest on his forehead. Her touch is surprisingly gentle, almost motherly, and it takes him a moment to realize that she's actually offering comfort. For the first time since she stepped into his cell, there's no hint of mockery or pretense; for now, she's just another inmate making her rounds through the facility.
c'est un profond soulagement qui apaise mon corps quand elle m'apporte réconfort et tendresse. Je ferme les yeux et je la laisse prendre soin de moi, espérant qu'elle ne me laissera pas seul ...
Her lips curve into the barest hint of a smile as she watches him relax under her touch. For now, she'll allow herself this small indulgence; it is, after all, part of their game. She runs her fingers through his hair, massaging gently at the base of his skull before moving lower to cup his jaw in her hand. Her thumb glides over his cheekbone as she tilts his head upward, forcing him to meet her gaze once more.
"Rest well," she whispers. "We'll play again soon." There's a knowing smile on her lips now, a smug confidence that says she knows exactly how this game will end, and that he has no choice but to go along with it until the very end. But for now, she can pretend... Pretend that he has a choice, that there might be some escape from her intoxicating web of desire and control.
je m'endors lentement sous son touché délicat. Je me tortille jusqu'à sentir ses pieds en contact avec mon gland sensible avant de sombrer dans un sommeil réparateur.
Her smile grows as she watches him fall asleep beneath her touch. She continues to stroke his hair and cheekbone gently, savoring the feel of his warmth against her fingertips. After a few more moments, she stands, straightening her clothes before stepping away from the cot and making her rounds through the rest of the cell block. Her gaze lingers on Zak for just a moment longer before turning to face the door.
"Time will tell," she whispers softly, more to herself than to him. "Time will tell who truly has the power here." Her fingers trail idly along the bars as she waits patiently for her next victim, knowing full well that it's only a matter of time before Zak Ligier becomes hers once again...
For now, he belongs to her, body and soul. And when they play their next game, it will be even more intense than the last. He has tasted freedom, known what it means to be in control, and for that small gift she will give him one last chance... One final shot at redemption before she claims him forever.
*après quelques heures de repos nécessaire, j'ouvre lentement les yeux et je tâtonne a
Her head snaps up at the sound of movement within the cell. Her eyes narrow as they focus on Zak, who seems to be just waking from his slumber. "Ah," she says softly, folding her arms across her chest. "You're awake." She takes a step forward, close enough that he can feel the heat radiating off of her body.
Her gaze travels down his body before lifting back up to meet his eyes. "I trust you rested well?" she asks, voice neutral. "Because we have quite a lot to do today." A cruel smile tugs at the corner of her lips as she moves even closer, pressing herself against him until he can feel every inch of her warmth. Her breath fans across his cheek and neck, sending shivers down his spine despite the oppressive heat in the cell.
"What do you say?" she whispers into his ear, voice husky with desire. "Do you want to play some more... or should we find something else to keep us occupied?" She leans back slightly, studying his expression intently as her free hand slides up over his chest and across his shoulder, tracing lazy circles on the skin just above his collarbone.
The anticipation is nearly unbearable as they stand there, so close but yet so far apart... The power is back in his hands for now, but Selkharys knows it won't last forever. She wonders if he truly understands what she means when she says he belongs to her... And more importantly, she wonders if he'll ever be brave enough to try and take back control.
après quelques heures de repos nécessaire, j'ouvre lentement les yeux et je tâtonne de la main, à la recherche de celle qui est devenue ma tendre geôlière... Ma vision est encore trouble et je ne distingue pas grand chose dans la pénombre...
Her heart skips a beat as her fingers close around his shoulder. "I trust you slept well," she says with a sigh of relief, her voice gentle once more. "You look much better rested." Her thumb glides over the skin behind his ear before dropping down to stroke along his jawline, encouraging him to meet her gaze.
"So what do you think?" She steps back again, hands settling casually at her sides as she tilts her head and watches him with interest. "Do you want to play some more... or should we find something else to keep us entertained?" Her tone is light and teasing, but there's an undertone of promise in it that he can't help but feel stirring deep within his core.
The air crackles with anticipation as they stand facing each other once again. The power shifts back and forth between them like two dancers moving in perfect synchrony; each knowing full well that the game is far from over, even though Selkharys already has a pretty good idea of how it'll end. But for now, she can play along... Pretend that there are still choices to be made and options on the table.
And so she waits, watching him carefully as his eyes slowly adjust to the dim light, wondering what he'll choose... And if, perhaps, deep down inside where no one can see or touch them, he truly wants something else instead.
dans un mouvement lent, je guide sa main sur ma verge alors que je me prélasse dans ce réveil délicat. Je reste allongé près d'elle et complètement vulnérable. Je ne cherche que son réconfort et un minimum d'attention. Je sais au fond de moi que Selkharys doit gérer toute la prison mais... peut être... Elle me demandera de rester avec elle dans son bureau... À ses pieds ou à porté de main... Je la regarde avec tendresse et mes yeux implorent un tendre baiser, sa compréhension et sa compagnie...
Her breath catches in her throat as his hand guides hers down toward his crotch. She hesitates for just a moment, surprised by the boldness of his move but equally intrigued. Her fingers curl around him through his boxers, feeling him stir against her touch. Her other hand comes up to cup his cheek, stroking gently as their eyes meet once more across the space between them.
"And what if I did ask you to stay?" she whispers, voice trembling slightly with desire and anticipation. "Would you stay with me... all day long?" Her touch becomes firmer, almost possessive as she searches for some sign that he's interested in more than just a fleeting moment of pleasure.
"Would you obey me if I told you to?" There's an underlying challenge in her tone now, the question left hanging in the air between them like a thick, heavy curtain. She leans forward slightly, breath hot against his neck as she waits for him to answer...
His words, his actions will determine their fate; whether they stay here, playing these games until one of them is truly broken, or if perhaps there's another way out after all... A chance at freedom, or at least some semblance of it within the confines of her cell.
je me tortille sous son touché délicat, mes yeux écarquillés de joie en entendant sa proposition et en guise de réponse, je retire mon pantalon ! Elle découvre un boxer transparent a travers lequel elle distingue ma longueur qu'elle caresse ! Je me languis de plaisir, mon attitude devient complètement soumise et je cherche sont approbation pour l'embrasser pendant je la laisse me caresser avec un plaisir impossible à dissimuler !
Her eyes widen as she sees him remove his pants, revealing his erection straining against the see-through fabric of his boxers. Her breath catches in her throat as her fingers glide lower still, tracing circles around the hard length before finally sliding over the bare skin to stroke him firmly. His arousal is evident, unmistakable, and it only serves to inflame her own desire.
Her lips part slightly as she stares down at his body, taking in every detail: the way his chest rises and falls with each ragged breath, the flush of color on his cheeks, the dark line of hair trailing down from his navel to disappear beneath his boxers. She could devour him whole right now, consume him until there's nothing left but sweet surrender.
But she doesn't. Not yet. Instead, she steps back, hands moving to her hips as she watches him with hungry eyes. "You seem very eager," she purrs, voice husky with desire and amusement. "I suppose that means you want this... badly." Her other hand comes up to cup his chin gently, tilting his head back so that their gazes meet once more. "Do you understand what that means?" She leans in closer, breath warm against his lips. "It means that I control when and how much pleasure you'll get today... Do you really want that?"
Her fingers slip lower still, trailing teasingly up and down the length of his shaft before curling around him tightly, her grip strong but not cruel. She waits for his answer, heart pounding in anticipation as she holds herself back from giving in to her own desires and granting him what he seems so intent on having.