Chapter 19 CELEBRITY SEX TOY
Aria Lennox stepped out of her limo and did a few poses for the camera, showing off her sexiness and aura. When she was done, she walked the red carpet like she owned it; her unique voice and body shape got everyone obsessed with her.
She had just released her new album; it was everywhere, the no 1 album on charts. Tonight was the after-party at the luxurious lounge.
As she walked through the crowd of screaming fans, waving here and there, flashing her charming smile. One guy caught her eyes. He was tall, lean, and in his mid-twenties, holding an old poster from her first tour, with her autograph on it. He wasn't screaming like the others. He just stared at her, transfixed like she was some goddess that just cast a spell on him.
She stopped, her red lips curled into a mischievous smile. “You, come.” she said, pointing one perfect manicured finger at him. Security made way, and he almost tripped forward in shock.
“Me?” He said, pointing at himself. I"m Ethan.” He managed to say.
He was an average guy, brown hair, he wore glasses, a faded band T-shirt under his jacket, but the way he looked at her said it all. He had been following her right from her small beginnings. There was a tattoo of her lyrics on his arm.
“I like how you look at me, the one that says you would do anything I ask. “ She leaned in close and tapped the tip of his. “Come inside, let's see if you are worth it.”
Today was his lucky day, Ethan followed her into the dimly litted fancy lounge. Famous people were already hooking up in corners, numbers, business cards, drinks, and whatever rich people do.
She led him to a private booth. It was secluded and hidden behind thick curtains that stopped noise from leaving the room.
She poured two glasses of champagne, sexily walking towards him, handing him one glass.
“Have a sit,” she said. Her voice was no longer that of the sweet celebrity anymore. It was in charge.
He sat fast, sinking into the soft leather. She sat on the edge of the table right at him and crossed her legs slowly. The slit of her dress opened enough to show the top of her thigh-high stockings and garters.
“Tell me Ethan,” she said, looking straight at him. “I have seen your posts online. You're obsessed with me. What would you give to touch me? To serve me?”
He breathed in deep and long before he replied. “Anything. I would..I'd be yours.”
She rose, towering over him in her heels, and ran a finger down his jawline, hard enough to leave a faint red line from her nail.
“Good boy. But action speaks louder than words. We would play a game, I will make you my plaything, if you win my trust, and you'regonethe moment you disobey me.
She removed a silk scarf from her clutch. It was deep red colour, and dangled it at his front.
“Rule one: no touching unless I say.”
She tied the scarf over his eyes, blindfolding him. Everything went dark for Ethan. He could only hear her dress rustling, her footsteps, and the faint sound of music far away.
“Place your hands behind your back.”
He did so immediately. She bound his wrists with another scarf, tight, but it didn't hurt. His dick was already getting hard, pressing against his pants.
She bent towards him. He could feel her warmth. “Now taste me.”
She pressed a finger to his lips. It was wet with something sticky, sweet,or maybe her lip gloss mixed with her sweat. He licked it off hungrily.
“More,” she purred. As she guided his head. Lifted her dress. He could smell her pussy, She was turned on. She sat at the edge of the table now.
He leaned forward and licked the damp fabric of her panties. She moaned lightly, the sound sweet music to his ear. She grabbed his head, drawing him closer. “Lick me, toy. Worship me. “
He did. His tongue pressed through her G-string, tasting how wet she was. Her thighs trembled around his face .
But she wasn't going to let him have control. “That's enough,” she said firmly, shoving him backwards. His face was shiny with her wetness. She slowly unzipped his pants. His cock jumped out, rock hard and thick.
“Look at you, ready for action. But toys don't cum without my permission. “
She took out a vibrating cock ring from her bag. She wore it on his dick. It squeezed him tight in the best way. Then she turned it on. It was buzzing, teasing him, building pressure but not letting him release.
“You feel that?” she whispered. “That's me owning you. “
The vibrations drove him nuts. His balls ached. He needed it more badly.
She loosened the scarf, his eyes met hers, they were filled with control. Her nipples were visible against the thin fabric of her dress.
“On your knees.”
He sank down. His wrists still tied. She stood over him and started striping, revealing a tight corset that snatched her waist and pushed her breast up, a G-string that did nothing at covering her smooth pussy, already wet and shining under the low lights.
“Beg me,” she said, cupping one breast and pinching her own nipple until it was hard.
“Please, Aria…use me, let me serve you. “ he begged. The vibrations made his voice shake.
She smiled and picked up a soft leather flogger, dragging the tails over his chest. Then she wiped it lightly against his thigh. He felt a sharp sting followed by warm heat. He cock jumped.
“Louder.”
“Please! Make me your toy, hurt me, fuck me, whatever you like!” he almost screamed.
She was glad at his reply.
She laid him on the couch. “Sat across his face. “Now, eat me until I cum. “
She lowered herself on his mouth. Her cunt was hot, wet, and perfect. Her taste filled his tongue, his chin, dripping down his neck. She rocked against him, grinding him slowly.
She turned up the cock ring higher. Pleasure mixed with pain. His hips jerked. She flogged his thighs in rhythm with his moans, each snap leaving red lines that burned so good.
“Oh fuck… yes, right there,” she gasped.
Her orgasm hit hard. Thighs clamping around his head as she flooded his mouth, shaking, crying with a long satisfactory moan.
But that wasn't the end.
She untied his wrists just long enough to flip him over and tie them to the arm of the couch.
“Now the real fun begins.”
She brought out a strap-on from her bag, it was sleek black, with a thick dildo. She applied lube onto it, lots of it. The cold gel dripped onto his ass as she settled behind him.
“Relax, toy,” she whispered softly. Her fingers circled his ass hole gently at first, then she slipped one finger inside, then two. It burned a little at first, then it turned into this deep need that ached.
She pressed the tip of the dildo against him. Slowly, carefully, she pushed it in, inch by inch. He felt it along his walls, sending sparks of pleasure mixed with pains.
Ethan groaned. He felt so full. Every time she moved, the toy rubbed against that sensitive spot inside him, making him enter cloud 9. The cock ring still buzzed steadily, making the feelings ten times stronger. His pre-cum steadily dropped onto the couch.