Chapter 120: Forniphilia (M?)

Cassia glanced at Ivan as though waiting for what he would say.

“This is up to you,” Ivan said. “If you’re willing to let them see, then I’m willing to do it.”

Usually, Ivan made the choice, but that was when others weren’t watching. He didn’t mind making the decisions because he always made sure she was alright with it.

This time, there was an audience. He didn’t want her to feel pressured or intimidated. He waited for her response.

Cassia didn’t answer immediately. She thought about it seriously. Did she mind them watching? She did. But she felt better about it because Ivan asked. She gave him free rein of her body, but she thought it was nice that he considered her opinion.

She nodded resolutely. Luka laughed. “You look like I’m sending you into battle. Don’t worry about it so much.”

With that, Ivan guided Cassia into their room.

The others were left standing there. They hadn’t expected to actually see anything. Hell, they didn’t take the chair thing seriously. Now, even those who thought it was a joke were intrigued.

Ivan walked into their room, straight to the bedroom. They followed behind.

“You don’t step into the bedroom. You’re going to have to be peeping toms,” Ivan joked.

Everyone nodded, muttering that they were fine. They hadn’t thought of seeing it in the first place, so being able to see anything was already a major step.

As Cassia and Luka stepped into the room, curious eyes peered in. No one dared to disturb them. Ember, the instigator, was at the forefront.

She had seen Ivan have sex before. It was always something he did for the pleasure of the moment. She wondered how this would be different.

Cassia stood in the middle of the room, her earlier clothing gone.

“Are you certain?” Ivan murmured. His hand gently cups her face, thumb tracing her jawline.

He was searching for any flicker of doubt. If he saw any, he would stop immediately. She nodded, a soft smile breaking through.

“I’m sure. I’m more than willing,” Cassia reassured.

“Remember the safe word?” Ivan asked. She nodded. “Say it,” Ivan said.”

“Red,” Cassia said softly.

He smiled and positioned her carefully. Her knees were bent, and her arms were extended. He reached for some soft ropes in the drawer close at hand.

Starting with her wrists, he loops the ropes around, sending them under her ass. Looping the ropes once more over each arm, he then binds them to her ankles. He sends the rope under her ass once more, making a loop, before attaching the rope to the hook.

He ensures she will not lose blood circulation. He tests his knots when he is finished. Making sure they are secure but not hurting her.

“Hmmm, just like that,” Ivan murmured.

Cassia was now locked in place, immobile but supported.

Ivan took his clothes off. It wasn’t necessary for him to do so. He only thought the clothes would be a hindrance. When he was completely naked, his semi-hard shaft lay between his legs.

He circled her once. Making sure she was alright. He admired her form.

“My favourite chair,” he said loud enough for the ones outside to hear.

He lowers himself onto her lap. Her skin is warm under him. He feels her body shift as his weight is distributed. Leaning back, his back meets her breasts. He can feel her hard nipples.

He chuckles. “These cushions,” he said, reaching behind him. He squeezes, his fingers brushing her nipples. He continues kneading and playing.

“They’re so soft. But not the best for my back. It’s distracting. I’m feeling playful when I just want to relax.”

Cassia had bitten her lip to stop herself from making sounds. She feels Ivan pinching her nipples even harder. She let out a small whimper that she couldn’t keep in.

“Still, they come with the chair, and I can’t help touching them.” He turns in his chair to continue to play. He pressed his face into the cushion, inhaling deeply.

His hand moved under the swell of her breasts. He pinched and kneaded, enjoying himself thoroughly.

It was then that Ivan noticed something. A trickle of moisture on Cassia’s inner thigh. He could hear her breathing hitch.

He clicks his tongue and says, “Another quirk my chair has. It keeps leaking…constantly, until I take a look.”

He slid off her lap, dropping to his knees. His hand reached out as if looking for the place the leak was coming from. Feeling the wetness and her body quiver, he rubbed his fingers against her pussy.

“I can’t see how to fix it. Let me get under there and take a look,” he said as though talking to himself.

He leans in and sees her pussy. The lips are parted invitingly. They are slick with her wetness, the clit is swollen and begging. His tongue extends to lap at her entrance.

He runs his tongue over her folds, tasting her. “Mmm, such a sweet reward,” he groans, delving deeper.

He uses his tongue to fuck her hole. His nose was buried in her folds, nudging her clit. Cassia’s muscles tensed. Her body quivered against the onslaught of his tongue.

She was able to hold her form through sheer willpower and the hold of the ropes. The stimulation built as he feasted. The slurping sounds fill her ears.

He pulled back after a few minutes, licking his lips. His cock was now erect and twitching. With careful tugs, he removed the ropes that bound Cassia.

Without allowing her to move, he carried her to the bed. He massaged her limbs. He wanted to make sure she was alright.

“Too bad,” he said. “My favourite chair had to be disassembled. Next time, I’ll sit for a little while longer.”

Turning to the door, Ivan saw everyone still looking. He walked towards the door, standing tall and proud. Face glistening with Cassia’s juices.

“Show’s over, bitches. Time to leave.” Then he gave a quick salute and closed the door.

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