Sold

You are unstoppable tonight.

“Item number 27,” the auctioneer announces, her crisp voice amplified by the headset microphone fitted around her cheek. “A rare Victorian-era gemstone hairpin, platinum setting with Burmese rubies. Starting bid at thirty thousand.”

You raise your hand into a vertical fist, pumping up as if you're giving an uppercut punch.

“It’s another 50 times multiplier by Mr. 24!” the auctioneer announces boisterously for the umpteenth time. “At 1.5 million, the next increment has to be increased by a minimum of 5%, which is 75 thousand. Any challengers?”

A collective grunt ripples through the room. It’s something you’ve heard for the 27th time tonight, but it’s a wonderful soundtrack of peasantry that you revel in. Your eyes dart around the seats, quietly scoffing at the others in your heart. Everyone here is a millionaire with deep pockets, but none with a pocket as deep as yours.

None except for her.

“1.5 million… going once… going twice… Sold to Mr. 24 in the third row.” The gavel strikes with finality.

You lean back in your seat with a satisfied smirk, eyes flicking toward the elegant woman sitting a few rows ahead. Ms. 924. She had been about to bid — you are almost certain of it. Instead, her hand lowers gracefully, her expression remaining perfectly composed, almost amused.

It feels good. Really good.

From behind, Ms. 924 sits with effortless poise, the sleek black halter dress clinging to the graceful curve of her spine and shoulders while her long, lustrous dark hair cascades down her back like liquid midnight. Gorgeous. Many times throughout the night she had been your sole challenger, but you are you — the one and only, the star of the stars. And the next bids will not go any different.

The auction runner pushes the hairpin away and brings out the next item.

“Item 28. An exquisite antique silk-and-gold elastic band with embedded sapphires, described as a rare ceremonial restraint. Starting bid at twenty-five thousand. Any—”

You don’t even wait for the full announcement. You raise your fist again.

The auctioneer just sighs with a smile and cuts straight to the bid. “1.25 million. Increments at 62.5 thousand. Any challengers?”

Ms. 924 moves. In her usual fashion, she points her index finger up into the sky, palm facing her.

“Ms. 924 has increased the bid by 62.5 thousand. Any challengers?”

You scoff at the minuscule increase and raise your fist again.

“Mr. 24 has multiplied it by another 50 times. It is now at 65.625 million. Any challengers?”

Murmurs erupt throughout the room — some exclaiming at the absurdity, some mocking your recklessness, others complaining about their suddenly empty wallets. But Ms. 924 simply raises her hand again, this time pointing upward with her middle and index finger, palm facing her.

“Ms. 924 has increased the bid by another 10%. The bid now stands at 72 million. Any challengers?”

“Heh, what a modest increase,” you chuckle and raise the same gesture again, fist pumping into the air.

“A-another 50 times increase by Mr. 24!” the auctioneer becomes flustered by the absurdity. “3.6 billion, and increments are at 180 million! Any challengers?”

The air turns cold. The room falls silent. This time, Ms. 924 doesn’t move at all. She just turns around and looks at you. Her face is covered with the jeweled ornate mask, but you see something in her eyes — dark, knowing, yet alluring.

“3.6 billion… going once… going twice… Once again, sold to Mr. 24 in the third row.” The gavel falls quickly.

A round of applause rips through the room as Ms. 924 gives you a small, gentle nod of faux congratulations, before snapping her head back in silent grace.

The silk-and-gold elastic band is pushed backstage and the auction continues.

“Item number 29. A delicate antique brooch featuring rare Colombian emeralds in gold filigree. Starting bid at forty thousand.”

Your fist shoots up instantly. “Two million.”

This time the reaction is louder — a collective groan of disbelief. Heads turn. A few people whisper furiously.

“Item number 30. An ornate vintage perfume bottle with emerald stopper, French, late 18th century. Starting bid at thirty thousand.”

“Two million five hundred thousand.”

The pattern repeats with delightful recklessness. A jeweled silver hairpin. A small carved ivory figurine. A pair of antique lace gloves. Every time Ms. 924 shows even the slightest interest, you crush it with an absurd overbid, grinning the whole time.

You also claim several other pieces in quick succession — including a delicate leather choker with emerald studs and gold buckle, and an ancient polished jade artifact with ornate fittings, both listed vaguely as rare items from private noble collections.

Each gavel strike makes your adrenaline spike higher. Why not? Your account feels endless tonight, and something about watching that poised woman in the sleek black halter dress stay so elegantly unfazed only makes you want to push harder.

Ms. 924 never reacts outwardly. No glare, no frustration. Just that calm, queen-like poise. Her dark eyes occasionally flick in your direction, steady and unreadable, with the faintest hint of amusement.

Then the final item is announced.

The room hushes in anticipation.

“Item number 42. The centerpiece of tonight’s auction. A magnificent 17th-century necklace. Solid gold chain with a large, intricately designed pendant featuring flawless Colombian emeralds and deep Kashmir sapphires. Once said to have adorned the neck of a noblewoman whose beauty and will were legendary. Starting bid at one hundred and eighty thousand.”

Your heart kicks up. This is the one. After dominating so many smaller treasures, claiming this necklace will feel like the perfect victory.

Bidding erupts.

An index finger points to the sky.

“Mr. 17 bids a 5% increase.”

Another woman mirrors the motion.

“Ms. 378 bids another 5% increase.”

One elderly gentleman raises his palm, five fingers splayed.

“Mr. 2074 ups the bid by 50%! Any challengers?”

The bid climbs higher and higher. Fingers drive the price upward until finally she moves.

“Ms. 924 raises it by 5%!”

You smile and finally move too, mirroring her action.

“Mr. 24 raises it by 5%! The bid is currently at 2.8 billion!” the auctioneer screams, face flushed with excitement. But neither of you gives up. She raises it by 5% each time, and you counter with another 5%.

Minutes pass. The bid has already skyrocketed to a whopping 10 billion. Worry clouds your mind. Sure, your pockets are deep, but there is always a limit. Still, you push harder, determined. This one matters.

Until your limit hits.

Your final bid leaves the room in heavy silence.

Then Ms. 924 raises her fist in a calm, decisive motion — a fifty times multiplier.

Her number is clean, precise, and just enough to win.

The gavel falls with a sharp crack.

“Sold to Ms. 924 for 3 trillion! Ladies and gentlemen, this is the largest bid in the history of our auction!”

A polite ripple of applause follows. Your stomach drops. The rush of victory you have been riding all night vanishes in an instant, replaced by a sharp sting of bruised pride. You have outbid the entire room on trinkets and curiosities, yet on the one piece that truly matters, she has taken it from you without breaking a sweat.

The auctioneer announces a thirty-minute intermission. Guests rise, drifting toward the adjacent lounge where champagne towers glitter and soft jazz plays.

You don’t hesitate. You cut straight through the crowd toward her.

Ms. 24 stands near the marble bar, the jeweled mask still resting lightly against her temple like a crown. Up close, she is even more striking.

You force a confident smile and signal the bartender. “Two glasses of the ’98 Dom Pérignon,” you say, then turn to her. “Allow me. You’ve had quite the successful night.”

The bartender nods and turns to retrieve two empty glasses and the unopened bottle. With a soft pop, the champagne fills the glasses with a soft stream of brushed gold; a modest half glass each. You slide one of them to her, to which she accepts with a slow, elegant nod, fingers brush yours for the briefest moment. Her touch is electric.

When she speaks, her voice is low, smooth, and perfectly controlled. The epitome of a lady.

“Thank you.” She takes a small sip, then adds softly, “You may call me Gaeul.”

The name lands gently, like warm silk. Something about the way she says it makes your shoulders relax just a bit.

“Gaeul,” you repeat, testing the name. “I’m… well, you already know me as Mr. 24. But you can call me whatever you like tonight.”

She tilts her head slightly, smoky eyes glinting behind the mask. “How generous of you.” Her tone is light, almost teasing, yet there is an unmistakable undercurrent of quiet command. “The bidding was quite lively tonight, wasn’t it? You certainly kept things exciting with that fist of yours.”

You chuckle, trying to sound casual as you take a sip, appreciating the fruity, floral notes. “I like to make things interesting. Keeps the blood flowing. Though I have to admit, you were my toughest competition all evening.”

Gaeul smiles softly, her dark eyes never leaving yours. “Is that so? I was simply enjoying the view from my seat.” She takes another slow sip, her voice dropping lower, smooth and hypnotic. Your eyes dart away on instinct.

“Look at me when you speak.”

Your pupils snap back to hers without thinking.

“Tell me,” she continues, each word landing with gentle weight, “what did you enjoy most about the night? The thrill of the bids… or the fact that you kept winning against everyone else?”

You laugh nervously, heart thumping faster than you would like. “Honestly? Both. Winning feels good. Especially when the competition is as beautiful as you are.”

Gaeul’s smile deepens, playful yet commanding. “Flattery already? How sweet.” She pauses, letting the silence stretch comfortably. “Drink slower for me. There’s no need to rush.” Your gulps turn into careful sips. “Good. Now be honest with me. Was it really just about winning… or did you enjoy trying to take everything I wanted?”

The question catches you off guard. You hesitate, then admit, “Maybe a bit of both. You made it fun. Challenging.”

She nods slowly, as if savoring your answer. “Good boy. I like honest answers.” Her voice is soft, measured, and almost soothing, wrapping around your thoughts like warm silk. Despite that, the eeriness sends a shiver down your spine. “Breathe. Relax your shoulders. Let the champagne settle. There’s no hurry here.”

You feel yourself obeying without resistance. The lounge noise fades into the background. It’s just her voice — calm, authoritative, hypnotic — each word spoken pulling you into her palms.

“Tell me more,” she murmurs, eyes steady on yours. “How did it feel every time you raised that fist and took something I was reaching for? Did your heart race a little faster?”

You swallow, the champagne warming your chest. “It did. It was addictive. I kept thinking… ‘just one more.’”

Gaeul’s eyes sparkle with quiet amusement. “Addictive. Yes.” She leans forward a little, lips hovering just below your chin. Her presence feels so warm, so commanding. “And now here we are. You pushed so hard all night… and yet the one thing you truly wanted slipped away.” Her words slow even more, gentle but firm, each syllable carrying a dreamy tone of mockery and aloofness. “Look at me. How do you feel right now, standing here with me after losing the necklace?”

Your pride stings, but her gaze makes it hard to lie. “Frustrated,” you confess. “I wanted it badly. Still do.”

“I know,” she whispers. “It’s okay to feel that. Sometimes losing feels… interesting. Especially when the winner knows exactly what she wants.” She pauses, letting the words sink in. “Drink slower. Good. Breathe deeply. Let yourself feel it. Let the tension leave your shoulders… your chest… your mind.”

You obey, the tension easing further under her calm guidance.

Just then, a young auction staff member approaches politely, carrying two elegant velvet boxes and a small tablet.

“Excuse me, Ms. 924 and Mr. 24,” he says with a respectful bow. “Your won items from the earlier lots. We’ve prepared them for immediate collection, along with the centerpiece necklace for Ms. 924.”

Gaeul doesn’t even glance at the staff member. She simply extends one graceful hand, accepts the boxes without breaking eye contact with you, and sets your smaller ones aside. Then she opens the largest velvet box right there on the bar, right in front of you.

The magnificent 17th-century necklace gleams under the soft lounge lighting: solid gold chain catching every sparkle, the large pendant of flawless Colombian emeralds and deep Kashmir sapphires glowing with quiet, regal beauty. Gaeul lifts it delicately with both hands, holding it up so the light dances across the gems. The room grows silent, each and every pair of eyes turning to appreciate the three trillion hanging from her hands. She admires it slowly, turning it gently, letting the necklace sway and sparkle just inches from your face.

“Mmm… look at this,” she murmurs reverently to herself, yet it is clearly meant for you. “So beautiful. So heavy with history. It really does suit me, doesn’t it?” She holds it closer to your eyes for a moment, flaunting it teasingly, the emeralds and sapphires flashing like they’re taunting you. “You wanted this so much… and now it’s right here. So close… yet mine.”

She lets the necklace rest in her palms for a few more seconds, admiring it with a small, satisfied smile, before clasping the necklace on around her neck. All for you to see.

Gaeul turns her full attention back to you, her dark eyes locking onto yours once more. Her voice drops even lower, smooth and hypnotic.

“Tell me honestly,” she purrs, “would you like another chance at this necklace? Would you be willing to ask me nicely for it?”

Your resistance crumbles slowly. The combination of champagne, her soothing yet commanding voice, the sight of the necklace flaunting in front of you, and the way she holds eye contact makes it impossible to stay guarded.

“I do want it back,” you admit, quieter now. “Or at least… a chance to make a deal for it.”

Gaeul tilts her head, studying you with that same calm, softness. A faint, satisfied smile curves her lips.

“You’re speaking so openly with me now,” she murmurs tenderly. “That’s good. Very good.” Her voice drops even lower, wrapping around you like a gentle command. “Breathe. Let go of the frustration. Let yourself ask for what you want. Slowly. Clearly. There’s no rush… but I want to hear it from you.”

The words slip out, immediate, soft and vulnerable.

“I need that necklace,” you say, the desperation finally breaking through. “Please, Gaeul… I really want it. Name your price. Double it. Triple it. Whatever you want. Just… let me have it.”

She watches you for a long moment, the jeweled mask catching the light, her dark eyes sucking you into an endless abyss with no escape. She grins at your submission with gloat, lips parting with a soft chuckle.

“There we go,” she whispers softly, almost proudly. “That was very well said.”

Then, with quiet finality, she sets her glass down.

“Come with me.”

It is not a question.

You follow.

The door to the private VIP suite clicks shut behind you. The room is dominated by a grand high-backed sovereign chair with a gilded mahogany frame, ornate leaf carvings, and deep royal-red velvet upholstery that radiates regal authority. Several high and low tables are scattered around it.

Gaeul turns to face you, the ornate jeweled mask still settled across the upper half of her face. The magnificent 17th-century necklace gleams around her neck, its emeralds and sapphires catching the low light.

You stand there, hands hanging awkwardly at your sides. Gaeul just studies you for a long moment, her gaze languid and assessing, drawing slow strokes across your body. The tension just builds.

“Gae—”

She finally moves, taking a slow step closer, voice soothing into your ears. “So… here we are. Alone at last.” She tilts her head slightly, eyes glinting behind the mask. “Tell me something. Would you really do anything to get that necklace back?”

You hesitate, a flicker of reluctance tightening in your chest. The confident man from the auction hall suddenly feels exposed. You’ve only just noticed, but her height is not impressive, but her gaze, her voice, something about her demeanour, it just oppresses you down. Makes you feel… small. You shift your weight, avoiding her gaze for a second.

“I… I meant it,” you say, hesitant with a little uncertainty. “But… anything is a big word. What exactly are we talking about here?”

Gaeul pauses. Then, with deliberate grace, she reaches up with both hands and slowly removes her mask. For the first time, you see her full face — smooth porcelain skin, sharp yet soft features, and those dark, captivating eyes that seem to hold you in place. Without the mask, she looks even more regal, more intimate, more dangerously beautiful.

She looks like a Queen.

She sets the mask aside on the table aside, her gaze never leaving yours. “Didn’t you say you would do anything?” she asks gently, her tone calm and hypnotic, wrapping around you. “You were so sure back in the lounge. So determined. Has that changed already? Do you not trust me?”

You swallow, feeling the weight of your own earlier words. The necklace around her neck sparkles as she moves, a constant reminder.

“No… it hasn’t changed,” you admit, voice quieter. “I just… didn’t expect things to move this fast.”

“I’ve told you my name. I’ve let you see my face. Does that warrant enough trust?” she cocks her eyebrows, voice carrying a hint of disappointment. “I guess you’re—”

“I-I trust you!” you blurt out urgently, not wanting the situation from getting out of hand when you’ve barely earned this chance.

Gaeul nods slowly, her dark eyes warm with quiet approval. “Good boy. I like that honesty.” She steps closer again, the smell of her now intoxicating your mind. “Breathe. Relax your shoulders. There’s no need to rush. But remember what you promised me.”

The trust in her removing the mask, combined with her calm, soothing voice, finally breaks through your reluctance. You let down your guard completely.

“Strip.”

A single command.

Without another word, you reach up and remove your own mask, setting it aside. Then you begin to strip, removing every piece of clothing until you stand completely naked before her.

She stands there with her arms crossed, admiring every single piece of fabric that’s stripped of your body. As if predicting your full surrender, your mouth parts and your name falls out of your mouth, offering her your final piece of vulnerability.

Gaeul’s lips curve into a small, satisfied smile, eyes warm with approval. “Good,” she murmurs, her voice still soft but carrying that quiet authority. “I’m glad you trust me enough to show me everything. But I won’t be using your name tonight.” She steps even closer, her necklace swaying gently against her skin as she presses her body against your bare one. Your cock twitches in response. Hand wrapped around the back of your neck, she tugs your ear down to her mouth and whispers into it. “You won’t need it. From now on, you’re simply mine.”

She points to the low table beside the velvet chair. “Crawl over there and empty the boxes. Lay out every single item you won tonight. All of them. I want to see exactly what my generous bidder collected.”

Still flushed and breathing heavily, you drop to your hands and knees and crawl to the table, dragging the cart along that's filled with the boxes of your spoils. You open each box and begin arranging every item you had arrogantly outbid her on:

The Victorian-era gemstone hairpin with Burmese rubies.

The delicate antique brooch featuring rare Colombian emeralds.

The vintage perfume bottle with an emerald stopper.

The small carved ivory figurine.

The pair of antique lace gloves.

The ornate silk-and-gold elastic band with embedded sapphires.

The delicate leather choker with emerald studs and gold buckle.

The ancient polished jade artifact with ornate fittings.

And several other small decorative curiosities.

Forty one items, all splayed across the table for her to see. Gaeul steps closer and begins to peruse the collection slowly, her fingers trailing lightly over each piece. She picks up the gemstone hairpin, turns it in the light, and gives a soft, disinterested “Hmm.” She sets it down and moves to the brooch, tilting her head slightly with a quiet “Oh.” She continues this way — unhurried, almost bored — occasionally letting out a soft hum or a single syllable of acknowledgment as she examines the ivory figurine, the lace gloves, and the perfume bottle.

After a long, agonising moment, she turns back to you, still on your knees, and says with a faint, satisfied smile, “You’ve won quite a few interesting items tonight.”

She reaches out and picks up the ornate silk-and-gold elastic band, letting it dangle from her fingers. The tiny sapphires catch the low light beautifully. Walking towards the grand chair, she sits down gently.

“Look at this… an antique elastic band. So delicate, yet so strong. Tell me, what did you think this was when you bid fifty times the starting price?”

You swallow hard, still tasting traces of her on your tongue. “I… I don’t know. It just looked expensive and pretty. I bought it for fun. Why not?”

Gaeul lets out a low, mocking laugh, her eyes gleaming with amusement.

“For fun?” she repeats, softness now dripping with sweet cruelty. “How adorable. You really had no idea, did you? This ‘pretty little band’ is exactly what I wanted tonight. A rare pleasure restraint.”

Gaeul lets the ornate silk-and-gold elastic band dangle from her fingers for a moment longer, watching the sapphires catch the light. Then she leans back in the grand high-backed sovereign chair, crossing her legs with ease.

“Crawl to me,” she says softly, her voice carrying that same calm, hypnotic command. “On your hands and knees. Come kneel right here in front of your Queen.”

You hesitate for a moment, heart pounding, before dropping forward and crawling across the floor toward her. The plush carpet floor brushes against your palms and knees as you move. When you reach her, you settle on your knees between her legs, looking up at her.

Gaeul leans forward slightly, eyes dark with approval. She bends down, one hand gently cupping your jaw while the other stretches the elastic band. With a deliberate slowness, she slides it down your hardening cock, letting the ancient silk and gold snap snugly around the base of your shaft and balls. The sudden tight pressure makes you hiss through your teeth as blood rushes in, making you swell thicker and harder.

“There we go,” she murmurs, giving the ring a light, teasing flick with her finger. Your cock twitches visibly in response. “How does it feel knowing the thing you stole from me is wrapped so tightly around you? How much was it again? 65 million? 66 million?”

“65.625,” you grit your teeth and reply.

“Right, 65.625 million of something fun, now reducing your cock to a swollen, twitching mess~” she chuckles.

Before you can answer, Gaeul leans back in the grand chair and slowly uncrosses her legs. She spreads them gracefully, the hem of her black dress riding up to reveal the smooth skin of her thighs and her bare, glistening pussy — already swollen and wet with arousal. The necklace sways gently against her collarbone as she moves, the emeralds and sapphires sparkling like they’re watching you.

“You know, if there's one thing you should know about me tonight, it's that I like proactiveness.”

She threads her fingers into your hair, nails lightly scraping your scalp, and guides your face forward until your nose is inches from her slick folds.

“Worship me,” she commands. “Use that eager mouth of yours and show me how sorry you are for trying to take everything from me tonight. I want to hear every desperate, sloppy sound while you thank me properly for giving you a chance.”

You lean in immediately, pressing your mouth against her warm, wet pussy. Your tongue drags broad and slow from the bottom of her slit all the way up to her swollen clit, savoring her taste. Her musk wafts into your nose, drugging your mind. You groan softly into her as you begin sucking gently on her outer lips, then plunge your tongue deeper, lapping greedily.

Each lick draws a fresh wave of nectar, each lap rewards your ears with her hum of approval. Your mind can't decide if this is a reward or punishment, but the only thing that should matter right now is the wet snatch that's right in front of you, begging to be loved, pleading to be devoured, imploring to be worshipped. And who are you to deny it?

Between wet, hungry licks, you manage to murmur against her folds, voice muffled and breathless, “You taste… so good… I didn’t expect…”

Gaeul lets out a soft, amused laugh, her fingers tightening in your hair as she guides you closer.

“Oh? Already trying to talk while your mouth is full?” she teases, her tone playful yet commanding. “How adorable. Don’t stop. Keep going, pretty boy. Make those filthy slurping sounds for me.”

You obey, sucking harder on her clit with wet schlick sounds, your tongue thrusting inside her entrance. Saliva mixes with her juices, dripping messily down your chin onto the throne beneath. You pull back just enough to gasp, “I’ll make it up to you… I promise…” before diving back in, licking and sucking with desperate enthusiasm.

Gaeul rolls her hips slowly against your face, smothering you gently while her necklace sways above you.

“That’s it,” she purrs with satisfaction. “Such a greedy mouth. Keep worshipping. I want to feel how sorry you are with every single lick.”

You continue for long, indulgent minutes, tongue working frantically, lips sucking noisily, occasionally pulling back just enough to murmur breathless apologies and praises against her slick folds before losing yourself in her taste again. Loud, wet slurping and gulping sounds fill the room as you devour her with messy, devoted hunger.

Under her now-unmasked face, with the necklace still gleaming around her neck, Gaeul smiles with a quiet satisfaction, her fingers stroking your hair as she enjoys your eager submission.

Your face is wet with her arousal and your saliva now, but you don't stop. You push yourself further into her heat, tongue spread flat on her folds, and begin to shake your head vigorously from side to side. A stifled moan tears from her mouth as you motorboat your soft, wet tongue across her pussy, causing her fingers to yank and tug on the roots of your hair.

“Fuck, right there. You're doing such a good job, pretty boy~” But Gaeul doesn't let herself drown in pleasure — at least not yet. She's only just begun. As you continue to feast on her puffy lips, you sense her grip on your head loosen. Your eyes peer up at her, but you see nothing other than her chest. She's bent her body to the side, as if reaching for something.

“My Queen, what do you need? I can fetch if for you,” you muffle into her pussy, the slurping tainting your question.

“Shush.” Another simple curt command.

You swallow your questions back in, along with another fresh wave of juices. Just as you prepare to draw another circle on her swollen clit, Gaeul raises her slightly bent body.

“Keep your head right there, and don't move.”

You grunt in approval. Then, you feel her gentle hands wrap around your neck, before hearing a soft jingle. Before your mind registers, a cold leather like strap replaces her hands, wrapping around your neck. With a quick tug and pull of her dexterous fingers, your neck is collared and leashed tight.

Gaeul gives the leash a light, playful tug, testing it.

“There,” she says with a satisfied smile, her voice warm and teasing. “Now you’re properly dressed for the occasion. My pretty, collared boy.”

“How fun~ I love it when I meet people with thick wallets like you who buy things on a whim.” Gaeul chuckles playfully. “And you know what? I love it the best when I get to use those things bought with their own money on themselves.” She leans back in the grand high-backed sovereign chair, spreading her legs a little wider. “Look at you, tied with the collar and leash that you outbid me with. How amusing~”

“Keep worshipping. We’re only just getting started.”

You lean forward again, pressing your mouth back to her warm, wet pussy. Your tongue resumes its eager work, licking broad and slow, sucking gently on her swollen clit while the collar shifts lightly around your neck with every movement. The leash rests in her hand, a constant, gentle reminder of who is in control.

Gaeul hums softly in approval, her fingers stroking through your hair.

“Mmm, that’s better. Such a good boy. You’re learning so quickly.”

You lose yourself in her taste again, tongue plunging deeper, lips sucking noisily. Between wet, hungry licks, you manage to murmur against her folds, voice muffled, “My Queen… you taste… even better than before…”

“I know~” she lets out a delighted laugh and gives the leash a gentle tug, guiding your rhythm. Her hips roll against your face, smothering you with her warm, slick heat. “Don’t stop. Keep those sloppy sounds coming. I love hearing how eager you are.”

You descend further, sucking harder on her clit with wet sopping sounds, your tongue thrusting inside her entrance. The collar feels snug around your throat, the leash occasionally tightening as she encourages you.

Gaeul’s breathing starts to deepen, her thighs gently squeezing the sides of your head.

“Right there… just like that,” she purrs huskily. “You’re doing such a good job for me. My little pretty boy.”

You pull back just enough to gasp, “I want to make you feel good… please let me stay here…” before diving back in, licking and sucking with renewed desperation. Your face is thoroughly soaked, but you don’t care. The only thing that matters is the taste of her and the soft, approving sounds she makes above you.

After several long, indulgent minutes of your devoted worship, Gaeul’s grip on your hair tightens. She gives the leash a firmer tug, pulling your head back just enough so she can look down at your glistening face, splattered with her essences.

“You’ve been such a good boy,” she murmurs, eyes sparkling with affection. “But I think it’s time I used you a little differently.”

She stands up gracefully from the grand chair and with a gentle but firm tug on the leash, she guides you.

“Turn, sit on the floor. Head on the edge of the seat. I want to sit on your face properly.”

You obey without hesitation, sliding down until your head rests on the deep royal-red velvet seat of the high-backed chair, your body stretched out on the floor beneath it. The cock ring keeps you achingly hard, your cock twitching in the air.

Gaeul stands over you for a moment, admiring the view with a soft, satisfied smile. Then she bunches the hem of her black halter dress around her waist, fully exposing her glistening, puffy pussy and smooth thighs. She positions herself directly above your face.

Without warning, she lowers herself.

Her full weight settles onto your face in one smooth motion and her warm, soaked pussy presses firmly over your mouth and nose, smothering you completely. The velvet seat cradles the back of your head, trapping you beneath her like a living throne.

A soft, wet sound accompanies the movement as she shifts and makes herself comfortable.

“Mmm… perfect,” she sighs happily, already starting to rock her hips in slow, lazy circles. “You make such a comfortable seat, don’t you?”

The pressure is intense but intoxicating. Her full weight presses down, grinding her slick folds against your mouth while her swollen clit rubs firmly over the bridge of your nose. As light as you suspected her to be given her small frame, you can barely breathe. Every desperate inhale into your lungs is filled with nothing but her rich, musky scent and the sweet taste of her arousal. But your tongue immediately goes to work, licking and sucking with eager, wet sounds.

Gaeul lets out a soft, delighted laugh above you.

“Would you look at that… still so eager even when I’m sitting on your face. How cute.” She rolls her hips a little more purposefully, smothering you deeper. “You’re doing so well. Keep licking, pretty boy. Make those sloppy sounds for me.”

Your tongue plunges inside her, lips sucking noisily on her clit while saliva and her juices coat your entire face.

“You taste… so good… I can’t stop…”

Gaeul hums in approval, her thighs gently squeezing the sides of your head as she grinds down a little harder.

“I know you can’t. You’re such a hungry little thing.” She reaches down and strokes your hair affectionately while continuing to ride your face with slow, sensual movements. “Don’t worry. I won’t make you stop until I’ve had my fun.”

Then her legs move. You hear her heels land on the floor aside with small clicks. Hands pressed into the throne’s armrests for support, she stretches one elegant leg forward and wraps her soft sole around your leaking, ringed cock. Of course you can't see anything other than her puckered ring constantly clenching and relaxing, and the juices that keep flowing into your oseophagus, but you can feel it. The way she runs her round heel over your slit before pulling her feet towards your belly, dragging your leaking juices right across her sole to her toes in a slow, deliberate trail.

And you? You can only groan at the first sensation she awards your neglected cock with, which serves as a multiplier for her own pleasure as the audio vibrations shake her pussy walls. Soon, her other leg joins, trapping your throbbing shaft between her feet. A sandwich, some would call it, but the main point is her beginning to stroke you slowly — a teasing, playful footjob while she continues grinding her pussy against your mouth.

“Feel that?” she teases affectionately. “Your Queen is using your face as her throne and your poor, aching cock as a foot rest. You’re leaking so much already… so fucking adorable~”

And as usual, you grunt in response. She bounces lightly on your face, fucking your soft tongue with her full weight, repeatedly pressing down and cutting off your air for delicious seconds at a time. Whenever she lifts just enough for you to gasp, you suck in a desperate breath mixed with her juices before she settles back down again.

“Fuck… my Queen, please… use my face more…” you gasp between slurps. With each drop of her puffy pussy on you, her feet slide up your cock, pressed tight between those soles; and each lift that grants your lungs some respite only makes you shiver in more pleasure as her soles slide back down, inviting your cockhead back to the tingling massage her toes provide.

The dual sensation is overwhelming — her warm, wet pussy smothering and using your mouth while her soft feet stroke your cock with perfect, teasing pressure. It's as if she's done this a million times — not that it's your business.

“Gaeul… please… it feels too good…”

She laughs softly, the sound warm and teasing as she tugs the leash lightly.

“Shh, just keep worshipping. You’re doing such a good job for me.” Her grinding grows a little firmer, more focused, her clit rubbing against your nose while your tongue works frantically inside her. “Have I ever told you, but your arrogant tongue feels fucking good? One of the best, if I may say.” Her breathing starts to quicken, thighs trembling slightly around your head.

“Don’t stop… right there,” she encourages, slowly succumbing to the pleasure you're giving. “You’re going to make me cum all over that pretty face of yours.”

Her orgasm builds steadily. She presses down harder, riding your face with increasing urgency until she finally tenses above you. The rhythm of her feet on your cock has already gone erratic as she chases her pleasure, but you're the least concerned, because your Queen comes first.

“Fuck—your mouth, too good—I’m gonna fucking cum—” With a soft, breathy moan, she cums, her pussy pulsing and flooding your mouth with warm, sweet juices. You swallow eagerly, gulping down as much as you can while the excess spills over your lips and chin.

Gaeul rides out every pulse on your face, her full weight pressing and grinding onto you harder than before, impressioning the shape of your head into the velvet seat until the last tremor fades. Only then does she lift slightly, allowing you a desperate, gasping breath. Her pussy hovers just above your drenched, ruined face, still twitching.

She looks down at you with a warm, satisfied smile, gently stroking your hair.

“Look at you… all messy and beautiful with my cum on your face,” she murmurs affectionately. “You did such a good job. I’m proud of you.”

Gaeul finally lifts herself off your face, leaving you gasping and utterly drenched. Thick strings of her arousal and saliva still stretch from your glistening mouth to her swollen pussy. Your entire face is a shiny, dripping mess, coated from nose to chin in her juices, some of it still running down your neck.

You wheeze as she looks down at you in amusement.

“Such a messy boy~ Although it's me who made you so messy,” she giggles with a sigh of affection. With a firm tug on the leash, she pulls your head off the chair, guiding you onto fours again. “Do you want more?”

You raise your head at the question, looking at her glistening pussy. Her clothes have long been removed — now draped over the throne’s backrest — her bare body now fully exposed for your eyes to feast on. You let the sight of her small naked body sink into your mind; everything she does seems to hypnotise you to do her bidding. Fuck, you don't care if she's hypnotising you, you just want her right now.

“I want more, my Queen. I want you. I want all of you. Please.” Shameless begs spill out of your mouth.

With a knowing nod, she smiles and gives the leash another gentle tug, pulling you along as she walks to the low table. She steps on it, feet wading past your bidded spoils, pulling you as you climb up the table. With each step, your cock hangs vertically, pre-cum leaking with anticipation. When she stops at the edge, she turns and faces you.

“Lie.” she says softly, but it's enough.

You flip your body in an instant, lying on your back among the scattered spoils. The hard surface is cool against your skin. The gemstone hairpin, the brooch, the perfume bottle, the ivory figurine, the lace gloves, and the ancient jade artifact lie to the sides as you settle among your own bids. The humiliating reality of being fucked in the midst of everything you tried to steal from her sinks in immediately.

Gaeul climbs over you with elegant grace, straddling your hips. She looks down at you, the necklace still gleaming around her throat, and reaches down to wrap her fingers around your ringed cock, giving it a slow, teasing stroke.

“M-my Queen… please…” you grunt at the contact.

“Please what?” She cocks her eyebrows, lifting herself as she positions the swollen head at her entrance, hovering it there, letting it sit just between her folds.

“I need your pussy, my Queen—”

The moment the plea leaves your mouth, she sinks down in one smooth motion, taking every thick inch inside her tight, soaked heat. The wet splurt as she bottoms out is loud and obscene, your back pressing into the scattered loot around you.

“Fuck—” You let out a broken moan, hips jerking involuntarily as your cock greedily splits and penetrates her. Your hands rise to grip onto her thighs, but Gaeul immediately stills, pressing one hand firmly on your chest to pin you down against the table.

“No,” she says, eyes narrowing with playful authority. “You do not move unless I allow it. You lie there and take what your Queen gives you — right around everything you tried to take from me.”

She begins to ride your cock with slow, deep, controlled rolls of her hips that let you feel every inch of her velvety walls gripping and rippling around your trapped cock. The leash stays taut in her hand, keeping your head lifted so you can only stare up at her face. Beneath you, the scattered items shift and press into your back with every movement.

“You’re throbbing so pathetically inside me,” she laughs as she gradually increases her pace. “All that arrogance in the auction hall, and now you’re collared and ringed, all while being used like a living dildo right on top of your own loot. How does it feel?”

You groan, fighting the urge to thrust up. “It feels… humiliating. The ring is so tight… every time you move it squeezes me harder. I can barely think.”

Gaeul laughs softly and starts bouncing harder, her ass slapping down against your thighs with wet plapping sounds that grow louder and faster. Juices pour down your shaft, soaking the ornate cock ring and your balls. The pressure of her pussy coupled with her ring is astounding, each clench sending your nerves on fire, each grind fogging your brain.

“Too bad,” she mocks. “You don’t get to think tonight. You only get to feel. Beg for me while I ride you on top of everything you tried to steal.”

“Please… my Queen,” you gasp, the leash tugging with every bounce. “You feel so good. Ride me harder. I need it.”

She obliges, slamming down with raw force, hips snapping in punishing strokes. The cock ring makes you feel impossibly thick inside her, every ridge dragging against her walls. She rides you relentlessly with long, deep bounces mixed with cruel, grinding circles that rub her clit against your pelvis while keeping you right on the agonizing edge. Beneath you, the scattered loot shifts and presses into your skin with every powerful thrust.

In the middle of her rhythm, Gaeul suddenly reaches to the side without slowing down. She picks up the delicate antique brooch you had outbid her on, the one with rare Colombian emeralds. With a mischievous smile, she presses the cool metal against her own clit, rubbing it in small circles as she continues riding you.

“Look at this,” she teases, voice breathy but playful. “You paid so much to take this from me… and now I’m using it on myself while I fuck you on top of all your other mistakes. How does that feel?”

You moan loudly, the sight and the extra stimulation pushing you closer to the edge. “It feels… humiliating… but so good… soak it with more of your juices…”

Gaeul laughs and sets the brooch aside, picking up the perfume bottle. With a sharp twist, she opens it, exposing the opening for you to see. She brings it to her mouth, letting her saliva pool and drip in a long thick strand right in. She keeps snapping her hips on your cock, dragging your tip against her soft walls while her mouth stays completely open, letting her saliva fill the perfume bottle.

“My Q-Queen, you look so sexy…” you grunt, eyes plastered on her the entire time. The way her small, perky breasts sway and bounce with every move, the way her belly bulges with every snap of her hips, the way her moans escape her mouth with every passing second, it all serves to make your cock throb harder.

“Mhmm~” she hums, closing her mouth. She's only filled half the bottle, but right as you think she's stopping, she brings it down to her pussy, pulling you out with a wet pop. Holding the opening right at her dripping folds, she grabs your cock by the base and starts rubbing her clit with your tip, head thrown back in pleasure. Each rub sends a fresh spurt of juices onto your groin, the small bottle opening gathering any and every stray drop.

She continues doing this for agonising seconds, torturing your tip with small rubs on her clit until she's satisfied with the volume collected.

“Beg properly,” she demands, eyes sparkling as she sinks back down onto you. She caps the bottle back on and gives it a few shakes while she bounces, mixing her sex juices well. “Tell your Queen how much you regret trying to take what was mine.”

“I regret it,” you gasp, hands clutching the edges of the table as she rides you mercilessly. “I regret outbidding you on everything… but I don’t regret ending up like this. Under you, surrounded by all my mistakes. It's my honour to be here right now. Please, my Queen… let me cum inside you. I can’t hold it much longer.”

“Not yet,” she snarls playfully, riding you with ferocious speed, her pussy clenching tightly around your trapped cock. Sweat glistens on her skin, but her control never wavers. She keeps you on the edge for long, torturous minutes, speeding up just enough to bring you right to the brink, then slowing to a cruel grind that leaves you whimpering and begging beneath her, the scattered loot pressing into your back with every movement.

You are shaking. “Please… I’m begging you. I’m your collared slut. Your toy. Just let me fill you. I’ll do anything.”

“No.” Gaeul finally leans down, her face close to yours. She pulls off your cock and stands, leaving you right there: a babbling mess.

Before you can catch your breath, she gives the leash a gentle tug. “Come back to the throne,” she says softly. “I want to sit properly while you fuck me. Can’t have your Queen doing all the work, can we?”

You quickly get up and crawl after her as she returns to the grand high-backed sovereign chair. She sits down regally on the deep royal-red velvet, spreading her legs gracefully.

“Straddle me,” she commands. You climb onto the wide seat of the throne, kneeling on the soft velvet cushions with your knees on either side of her thighs. Your cock is throbbing and leaking heavily, pleading for its release as it hovers right in front of her belly. The collar and leash shifts with every movement, a constant reminder of your place.

Gaeul reaches down and gives your cock a few slow, slick strokes, watching with delight as you shiver and crumble under her touch.

“Look at you,” she teases softly. “So sensitive. Tell me — how badly do you want to be inside your Queen again?”

You groan, hips twitching. “So badly… please, my Queen… I need to be inside you. I need to fuck you. I need to cum inside you.”

She smiles, clearly pleased, and pushes your hips down gently. Your cockhead aligns perfectly with her slick entrance, the tip kissing her wet folds.

“Then fuck me,” she demands, eyes locked on yours. “Do well and you’ll be rewarded. Show me how needy you really are.”

With a desperate grunt, you push your hips forward and sink right back into her tight, soaked pussy. The wet sound of you entering her fills the room as you bottom out completely.

“Fuck— you’re so tight,” you groan with strain. “It feels too good already…”

You begin fucking her on the throne, thrusting into her with deep, urgent strokes. She sits there languidly, body rested to the side, head propped on her palm that’s supported by the armrest, watching you with a lazy, satisfied smile as you work. She just sits there and feels your desperation, feeling the way you push into her folds like an animal, snapping your hips as you part her walls over and over again. Each piston makes her mewl softly, each penetration making her toes curl. Her breath grows ragged over time, panting faster, face getting increasingly flushed.

“Harder,” she purrs, eyes half-lidded. “Don’t hold back. Fuck your Queen like you mean it.”

You thrust faster, hips slamming forward with raw need. “Like this? Is this good enough for you, my Queen?”

Gaeul moans, her free hand gripping the armrest. “Better… much better. You’re so deep. Keep going… don’t you dare slow down.”

As you keep thrusting, Gaeul reaches for the perfume bottle she had filled earlier. She starts spraying her essence around her own body — across her neck, her breasts, and then onto you. The intoxicating scent of her saliva mixed with her pussy juices overtakes your senses completely, making your head spin and your hips move even more frantically.

“Smell that?” she teases breathlessly. “That’s me. All over you now. You’re drowning in your Queen’s scent while you fuck me.”

You’re going insane. The way she clamps her thighs shut as your cock pumps in and out of her makes her pussy impossibly tighter, and the way your balls grind against her thighs with every thrust creates otherworldly friction that sends your hips and legs shaking.

“My Queen—fuck—you’re squeezing me so tight,” you groan, voice breaking. “I can’t… I’m losing control…”

She opens the bottle again and pours everything right into your mouth, commanding softly but firmly, “Drink it all. Swallow every drop of your Queen.”

You swallow eagerly, the warm, sweet mixture of her juices flooding your mouth. The excess flows down your chin, onto your chest, and drips onto the connection where your cock appears and disappears in her, serving as extra lube that makes you fuck her even harder.

You don’t even care anymore. You just need to cum. You lean forward and capture her lips for a deep kiss — to your surprise she doesn’t reject it, kissing you back with equal hunger, tongue tangling with yours.

“Fuck—my Queen…” you pant against her mouth between kisses. “You feel too good… I’m so close…”

You kiss down the side of her neck, nibble on her earlobes, and trail lower until you’re suckling on her breasts, tongue swirling around her nipples. Your hands grip onto the throne’s frame as you pound her like a savage beast, the entire chair shaking violently with every powerful thrust. At least the chair is fastened to the ground.

Gaeul moans throughout the pounding, her voice growing higher and breathier. “Yes— just like that! Don’t stop… you’re fucking me so well…”

Then she suddenly freezes, her whole body tensing as she shatters around you, cumming hard with a soft, broken cry. “I’m cumming—fuck!”

You’re right on the edge too, hips stuttering wildly. “Please… my Queen… I’m so close… let me cum inside you… please!”

She looks at you with hazy, satisfied eyes and whispers, “Cum for me. Fill your Queen. Now.”

You explode deep inside her pussy, thick ropes of cum pulsing into her as your orgasm crashes through you. Your whole body shakes violently, hips jerking with every spurt while she clenches around you, milking you completely.

You collapse against her, panting and trembling, still buried deep inside her as the aftershocks ripple through both of you.

Gaeul gently strokes your hair, “Good boy… such a good boy for me.” She tugs your neck with her leash, making your upper body lift off her body. “Get off,” she says softly.

You climb off the chair and kneel right back on the ground in front of her. Walking back to the table, she picks up the polished jade artifact and shakes it playfully in your face. You've never noticed it, but it has leather straps attached to it and to your surprise, Gaeul lifts and slots her legs through the leather straps, donning the artifact with graceful movements, buckling the harness around her hips.

“Oh, you poor thing,” she teases. “You really had no idea what this was when you outbid me for it, did you? How adorable.”

You look up at her, genuinely confused, still kneeling naked and collared. “I… I really didn’t know. It just looked like some expensive antique. What is it exactly?”

Gaeul lets out a soft, delighted laugh and sits back down on the grand high-backed sovereign chair, spreading her legs comfortably. The polished jade length protrudes out from her waist, standing proud as she looks down at you with a mischievous smile. She reaches forward with one hand, looping the leash around her palm, and pulls your head closer with the other.

“Oh~ I’m sure you’ll know when I’m done with you,” she purrs playfully. “Now open that pretty mouth for your Queen.”

Your mouth parts obediently. Gaeul spits right into it, a warm, thick strand landing on your tongue. Then she yanks the leash, guiding your head to the jade tip.

“Suck it,” she commands gently. “Make it nice and sloppy for your Queen.”

You wrap your lips around the thick head and begin sucking, tongue swirling around the smooth jade. The taste of her arousal and your own cum fills your mouth. She pushes deeper, sliding several inches in while she sits comfortably on the throne.

“Mmm, that’s it,” she praises, watching you with warm amusement. “Look at you gagging on the toy you paid a fortune for. This toy, is a strap on. A fake cock, some would call it. Hehehe~ Look at you, all that arrogance in the auction hall, and now you’re on your hands and knees sucking cock like the sweetest little thing.”

You gag softly as it hits the back of your throat, a wet gluck sound escaping around the shaft. Gaeul giggles softly, stroking your hair. “Listen to those cute sounds. You’re drooling all over it already. Such a sloppy boy. Does it taste good? Does the cock you tried to steal from me taste better now that it’s in your mouth?”

You pull back just enough to gasp, strings of saliva connecting your lips to the glistening jade. “It… it tastes like you… like us…” you rasp, voice hoarse. “I’ll make it wetter… please…”

Gaeul smiles and immediately pushes the jade phallus back into your mouth, thrusting a little deeper while remaining seated on the throne.

“Good boy. Keep gagging on it. Get it nice and sloppy. I want to hear every desperate sound while I sit here.”

She holds the leash with one hand and fucks your face with more purpose — slow, deep thrusts that make your throat bulge slightly and produce loud, wet glucking sounds every time the jade cock hits the back of your throat. Saliva pours freely from your mouth, dripping down your chin and onto your chest as you remain on all fours in front of her.

You gag harder, eyes watering, but you keep sucking, tongue working desperately along the underside.

Between thrusts, you manage to mumble around the jade cock, voice choked and desperate, “I’ll be good… I’ll take it all for you… please don’t stop…”

Gaeul hums happily, her free hand gently stroking your cheek. “I know you will. You’re being so good for me already. Keep going, pretty boy. Make it nice and wet. I love hearing you choke on what you tried to take from me.”

She pushes deeper, holding you down for longer moments, the thick jade stretching your throat. You gag loudly, throat convulsing around the intrusion, drool spilling everywhere.

You pull off just enough to cough and gasp, “It’s… so thick… I’m trying… I’ll make it sloppier… forgive me, my Queen…”

Gaeul laughs warmly and yanks you back down onto her cock. “Forgive you? Oh, you’re too cute. Keep gagging. I want to feel your throat squeeze around it. That’s it… good boy… such filthy, desperate noises.”

The cycle keeps repeating as she face-fucks you from her seated position, pulling you down until you gag loudly, holding you there for a few seconds, then pulling you off just enough for you to gasp and beg before pushing you back down again. Your hands grip the sides of the chair for support, but it only helps you take her deeper.

All the while, Gaeul plays with your cock using her feet, rubbing her soft soles along your length, letting it dangle and shake, your precum soaking her feet as you slowly get hard again after cumming earlier.

You gag and choke around the thick shaft, eyes watering, but you never pull away completely. Between heavy thrusts, you manage to choke out, “I’ll take all of you… I promise… just use my mouth…”

Gaeul hums in approval, her voice affectionate even as she stuffs your throat full. “That’s my good boy. You’re taking it so well. Keep making those sloppy sounds for me. I could listen to you gag on my cock all night.”

By the time she finally pulls the dripping jade strap-on out of your mouth, long strings of saliva connect your swollen lips to the glistening head. Your face is red and your eyes are teary, and it’s a whole mess with sweat and drool painted all over. You’re panting hard, and your throat is fucked raw, but your cock is fully hard again from her feet.

Gaeul strokes the wet shaft once, looking down at you with warm, affectionate pride.

“Good boy. You’ve made it nice and ready.”

She gives the leash a gentle tug.

“Stand and turn. It’s time for the main event.”

You obey instantly, rising on shaky legs and turning so your back faces her. Gaeul reaches down, her hand still slick from your earlier worship, and lines the thick jade tip up with your entrance. The cock is still glistening with your saliva, making it slide smoothly as she guides you down slowly.

You feel the stretch immediately as you sink deeper and deeper onto her. The thick jade fills you completely, pressing firmly against your prostate the moment you bottom out. You gasp sharply at the intense penetration, hands gripping the armrests of the throne for support.

Gaeul leans back comfortably against the royal-red velvet, one hand holding the leash, the other resting lazily on your hip.

“There we go,” she purrs, voice warm and teasing. “Now bounce on me. Ride your Queen’s cock like a good boy. Show me how much you want it.”

You start moving, lifting your hips and sinking back down onto the thick jade shaft. Each bounce makes the curved tip mash perfectly against your prostate, sending sharp sparks of overwhelming pleasure shooting through your body. The stretch is intense, and the fullness maks your legs tremble as you lift and drop again and again.

Gaeul watches you with delighted eyes, tugging the leash tightly to guide your rhythm.

“How does it feel, pretty boy?” she asks, voice affectionate but smug. “Tell your Queen how good it feels bouncing on her cock.”

You moan loudly, hips moving faster, the jade cock sliding in and out with wet, obscene sounds. “I can’t think straight… it’s too deep… every bounce hits that spot… fuck, it feels so good…”

She smiles and pulls the leash harder, forcing you to keep a steady, deep bounce.

“You gave me your name so sweetly earlier,” she says suddenly, her tone dripping with mocking affection. “But I never once called it. Not even once. How does it feel, being reduced to ‘good boy’, ‘pretty boy’, ‘sloppy boy’, ‘boy toy’? Just my collared little plaything with no name at all?”

You can only answer with desperate, choked grunts as your prostate gets mushed over and over again with every bounce, the pleasure too intense for words. Your ringed cock swings and leaks steadily, precum flying with each drop.

Gaeul laughs softly and pulls the leash even harder, forcing you to arch your back and bounce deeper.

“What are you?” she asks, her voice sweet but commanding as she watches you ride her cock. “Tell your Queen what you are.”

You choke out the words between heavy, broken moans.

“I’m your boy!” you gasp, hips still slamming down onto the jade shaft. “I’m my Queen’s baby boy!”

Gaeul lets out a delighted, affectionate laugh and rewards you by tugging the leash rhythmically, making you bounce harder and deeper.

“That’s right,” she purrs, eyes sparkling with satisfaction. “My good boy. My pretty boy. My sloppy little baby boy. Keep bouncing just like that. You’re doing so well for me.”

You lift your legs slightly, squatting on the chair now so you can bounce with even more fervour. The new angle makes your ass gape and stretch around the thick jade, the feeling of being so full making your eyes roll back. Your ringed cock swings wildly beneath you, leaking without anything touching it, long strands of precum swaying and splattering with every desperate drop.

Gaeul gently plays with your chest and nipples, pinching and rolling them between her fingers while you ride her.

“Look at you,” she teases lovingly. “My baby boy is leaking so much while he rides me. You’re so cute when you’re desperate. Keep going~ Don’t you dare slow down.”

She reaches down and starts stroking your cock in time with your bounces, her hand moving smoothly over your leaking shaft.

You moan hoarsely. “My Queen… I’m so close… I’m gonna cum…”

Gaeul smiles and pulls the leash harder, choking you lightly as she pumps your cock faster.

“Then cum for me,” she orders softly. “Cum for your Queen, baby boy. Show me how much you love being mine.”

The combination of her words, the relentless prostate hammering, the tight leash, and her hand on your cock finally pushes you over the edge. You cry out loudly as you cum hard, thick ropes of cum shooting across your stomach and chest while your hole clenches violently around the jade cock. Gaeul keeps tugging the leash and stroking you through the entire orgasm until you’re a trembling, whimpering mess on her lap.

Only when you finally collapse against her, spent and shaking, does she gently pull the jade cock out of you. She wraps her arms around you, kissing the side of your neck tenderly, the necklace brushing against your skin.

“There we go,” she whispers affectionately. “My perfect baby boy.”

You tremble in her arms, shaking at her affection and the stimulation.

“Do you still want the necklace? Or do you just want your Queen?”