The Breeding Deal: Brother-in-law's Forbidden Offer - Chapter 32

Chapter 32: Vibration [E]

“You’re not afraid of Marcus, are you?”

Adrian towered over her – Christine only reached his chest when standing.

His voice, deep as black velvet, came from above her head, echoing in the dark bedroom.

Her hair was still caught in his grip, her scalp tingling with pain. Unable to see his face, she couldn’t read his intention – was he mocking her, or angry about Marcus and Victor meddling in his family affairs?

She could only explain: “Ethan used to tell me about when you were children, so I…”

Before she could finish, his grip in her hair tightened.

This time, her head was pulled back further, letting her finally see Adrian’s face above her. His eyes were narrowed, studying her, steel-gray irises turned black in the darkness, his thin lips pressed tight. He was waiting for her to finish.

Christine realized she shouldn’t have tried to explain, but his penetrating gaze was too intimidating.

She struggled to continue: “…so I don’t like him.”

Adrian listened without expression, then moved his hand to her shoulder. In the next moment, her nightgown was torn with a sharp rip.

As the fabric fell, her skin met the cool air. Christine glanced down – her breasts were pulled tight in black leather, lifted impossibly high, nipples hardening and flushing pink in the cold.

She looked away, not wanting to see herself like this. Then a black silk blindfold covered her eyes as Adrian gathered her dark hair, tying it firmly behind her head.

Now she could see nothing.

She heard him pull over the chair from his desk, felt his hands pressing on her shoulders to sit.

Anxiously rubbing her thighs together, she sensed him move in front of her, heard his deep breathing close to her ear. Then strong hands forced her long legs apart. She’d come without panties, and now her sensitive flesh quivered exposed before him.

Adrian watched her.

The black blindfold and leather straps contrasted sharply with her soft, delicate skin. The leather wrapped around her neck and breasts, squeezing her full flesh into perfect, firm mounds that quivered with her every breath and nervous movement.

Something was still missing.

Christine heard him rustling through a box, followed by the delicate tinkling of bells.

She realized he’d taken out the nipple clamps – she’d noticed them when she first opened the box. Silver clamps with tiny bells that chimed with the slightest shake.

Though the teeth weren’t sharp, deliberately rounded for safety, they still looked intimidating.

Realizing what Adrian planned, Christine shrank back, making the chair creak. But there was nowhere to retreat. She could only bite her lip and wait for the unknown terror.

The cold metal touched her nipple, and Christine’s breath froze in her throat. Instead of the sharp pain she’d dreaded, in the next second, a strange, numbing feeling spread through her sensitive peak.

Taking tiny, anxious breaths, she tried to process the unfamiliar sensation. Adrian had clamped the base of her nipples firmly, and as seconds passed, an odd tingling crept through them – not pain, but a peculiar ache that felt like countless tiny sparks dancing across her flesh. The sensation was so foreign, so overwhelmingly strange, that Christine instinctively writhed, trying to escape it. But the sudden jingling of bells betrayed her movement, making her freeze instantly, her cheeks burning with shame.

Adrian remained silent throughout. Though blindfolded, Christine could feel his cold, intimidating gaze fixed on her nipples.

Then came an unexpected click, and something Christine never anticipated – the clamps began to vibrate intensely.

She lost all composure, crying out in shock as broken moans and screams escaped her lips.

Rather than pain, an incredible pleasure exploded from her nipples. The vibrations coursed through her entire body, from chest to fingertips to toes, making her scalp tingle as if electricity danced through her brain. Her body, never having experienced such pleasure, shook uncontrollably with the rhythm, and her skin grew hot and flushed. Most overwhelming were her nipples themselves – the tiny peaks swelling and throbbing, her breasts feeling full and heavy as if something needed release.

Desperate to escape this terrifying unknown pleasure, she tried to remove the clamps, but her bound hands were useless. She could only writhe against the chair back, whimpering pleas, making her breasts bounce even more violently. In the dark bedroom, her pale flesh swayed wildly as the bells chimed incessantly.

Lost in intense pleasure, Christine’s thighs clenched and unclenched. Soon her pussy was dripping, pink flesh releasing wetness that ran down her thighs onto the chair.

Through her hazy consciousness, she imagined how she must look – blindfolded, breasts bound in leather, legs spread wide, dripping wet, bells jingling endlessly.

She told herself this was all for the baby, for Ethan… she would take any position, do anything Adrian wanted, as long as he finished inside her.

As if answering her desperate thoughts, Adrian intensified his torment despite her complete submission.

Gripping her waist, he positioned her with legs spread wide, hips suspended above the chair. He pressed the dildo upright against her entrance, silently commanding her to move herself.

Already overwhelmed by the vibrating clamps, Christine’s entire body trembled. Her entrance was so wet and slick she couldn’t manage to take in the smooth shaft. She could only brace her shaking legs, grinding helplessly against the toy, each movement sending shivers through her sensitive flesh.

After several failed attempts, her spread legs could barely support her weight anymore. Trembling, she begged Adrian:

“Adrian… please… I can’t take it anymore… Please…please take them off? Brother…brother…”

Without a word, he struck her breast with a sharp crack. The unexpected slap made her breasts bounce violently, and her legs finally gave out completely. She slid down, taking the entire length inside in one swift motion.

“Ahhhh!” Her scream echoed through the room.

The toy impaled her from below, stretching her almost painfully wide. The cold metal scraped against her most sensitive spot just as the clamps sent another wave of vibrations through her nipples. The dual assault of sensations made stars explode behind her blindfold as Christine convulsed in explosive release.

The toy disappeared completely inside her, leaving only its metal base visible. Her juices gushed out around it, soaking the connection between metal and skin.