Incest Mom tricked by Bully (Mask of Desire)

[Steel]

Ishaan crouched before her, his scarf slipping slightly to reveal the edge of a familiar jawline. “You’re out of tricks, Mrs. Velvet,” he whispered, his breath warm against her flushed cheek.

Madhuri’s lips parted, but no words came. The collar tightened with her every breath, the ropes chafed her skin, and Abhi’s muffled whimpers echoed in her ears.

Madhuri’s scream was cut short as Ishaan swiftly fastened a silicone ball gag over her mouth, the rubber pressing against her lips. Her eyes widened, a mix of panic and reluctant arousal flickering in their depths. He unclamped the chain from the table, leaving her legs unbound but her handcuffs intact. 

He then gripped the chain attached to her collar and yanked her to her feet.

Madhuri wobbled, her legs unsteady from the ordeal. The vibrator left silent inside her, as he dragged her by the chain toward the stairs, leading her to her bedroom.

The man in the suit shoved Abhi behind her, his hands still bound, his eyes wide with feigned innocence. Madhuri’s heart twisted as she climbed the stairs, her red, spanked ass cheeks jiggling with each step, fully aware of Abhi’s gaze.

They entered the spacious bedroom, floor spilled with rose petals, Madhuri spotted a projector setup at the ceiling casting a faint glow across a wall and a rose placed on the table next to the bed. The man in the suit pushed Abhi into a corner, locking the door with a heavy click. He shrugged off his jacket, loosened his tie, and unbuttoned his vest.

Removing the cloth from Abhi’s mouth, he leaned in, his voice cold. “There you go, kid. No one’ll hear you scream.” Abhi whimpered, his cries theatrical, as his hands were cuffed to a chair where he was forced to sit.

Ishaan shoved Madhuri onto the bed, his gaze flicking to Abhi with a smirk. “Unless they’ve got their ears pressed to the wall,” he said, his tone mocking. Abhi coughed, his voice trembling. “Please… ahem... don’t hurt my mom!”

Ishaan laughed, low and cruel. “Calm down, kid. Just sit back and enjoy the show.” He nodded to the man in the suit, who pulled a leather strip flogger from his bag and handed it to Ishaan.