Chapter 38 Scarlett

• Scarlett's body still quivered from the orgasm, her pussy clenching around nothing, slick juices dripping down the chair. The ties bit into her wrists, holding her pinned, exposed in the dim office light. Damian's words echoed in her ears—'we're just starting'—and a fresh wave of heat flushed her skin. She was their plaything now, bound and bare, the thrill of submission making her heart race. Vincent and Khalid's grins promised more, their eyes devouring her trembling form.
• Damian stepped away from her face, his massive dick glistening from her mouth, and rummaged in a drawer of his desk. The sound of metal clinking sent a shiver through Scarlett. He returned with a sleek black vibrator, its surface smooth and humming to life with a low buzz when he flicked the switch. 'Time to make that clit sing, red,' he growled, his deep voice laced with dominance. He knelt between her spread legs, the age gap stark as his broad, experienced hands parted her thighs wider. The vibrator's tip pressed against her sensitive clit, the vibration jolting her like electricity.
• 'Oh fuck... Damian!' Scarlett gasped, her hips bucking against the restraint. The toy buzzed relentlessly, circling her swollen nub, sending sparks up her spine. Her petite body arched, small breasts jiggling with each tremor. She felt so vulnerable, tied and on display, the office walls seeming to close in with the scent of their arousal—musk and cum thick in the air.