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The flickering candlelight danced across the walls, casting a warm, intimate glow as Madam M’s hands continued their deliberate exploration. Cloud’s breaths were shallow and ragged, his skin glistening with the warm oil she used. Each stroke of her fingers heightened his sensitivity, sending waves of pleasure through him.
With practiced ease, Madam M slid her fingers into the waistband of Cloud’s tight black boxer briefs. The fabric clung to him, amplifying every inch of his arousal. As she pulled the underwear down with a slow, teasing motion, Cloud’s eyes widened, his body tensing with a mix of anticipation and need.
Cloud, barely able to form coherent thoughts, managed to stammer out, “Are you going to undress too?”
Madam M’s eyes sparkled with amusement, her lips curling into a knowing smile. “Oh, sweetheart, the kimono is essential,” she said, her voice dripping with a teasing mockery. “It’s part of the traditional experience. Besides, it adds to the atmosphere, doesn’t it? It’s not every day you get to see a woman so elegantly dressed while you’re in such a state.”
Her tone was both playful and condescending, adding an extra layer of frustration to Cloud’s already overwhelmed senses. The contrast between her composed, fully dressed appearance and his completely exposed state was both maddening and exhilarating.
His moans escaped him uncontrollably, his breaths ragged as his arousal reached an unbearable peak. Madam M’s touch was relentless, each caress and stroke a torment of pleasure that left him trembling.
She moved with an assertiveness that bordered on aggressive, her hands exploring every sensitive area with a mix of tenderness and firmness. Cloud’s body was a symphony of response, every touch, every caress, making him shudder with a mixture of pleasure and frustration.
He tried to vocalize his feelings, but the words came out as incoherent moans, his body arching and straining against the overwhelming sensations. “This… this isn’t fair,” he managed to gasp out, his voice barely more than a whisper, lost amidst his increasing incoherence.
Madam M pressed a single finger against Cloud's trembling lips, her touch featherlight but commanding. The warmth of her breath teased his ear as she whispered, “Shh... Your little girlfriend is right outside the door. We wouldn’t want her to hear... or worse, see you like this, would we?”
The words hit Cloud like a bolt, sending an electric surge of panic mixed with a dangerous, forbidden thrill. His eyes widened, pupils blown with desire and alarm. He shook his head in a frantic, desperate denial, but his body betrayed him—hard, aching, and helpless against the pull of her mastery. The shame of it all only seemed to heighten his arousal.
Madam M’s lips quirked into a knowing smile, her voice a low, mocking purr. “Oh, maybe you would...” She pouted.
Cloud’s breath hitched, a strangled moan bubbling up from his throat. “No!” The word tore out of him, sharp with need, but laced with a plea. His voice quivered with an intensity he could no longer control, chest heaving, his muscles taut under the relentless caress of her skilled hands.
But Madam M's teasing touch was unrelenting. Her fingers curled around him again, moving in slow, deliberate strokes, each motion measured to wring the maximum response from him. The pressure, the rhythm—it was maddening. Cloud's arousal was now a crescendo, each touch pushing him further to the brink. His hips bucked involuntarily, his breath escaping in a series of broken, uncontrolled moans that only grew louder, more desperate.
Then, a soft knock punctured the room’s heated tension. Cloud’s heart lurched in his chest, his head snapping toward the door. Aerith’s voice, sweet and concerned, floated in. “Cloud? Are you okay?”
Madam M’s eyes gleamed with mischievous delight. Her smirk deepened as she paused her movements, just long enough to let the weight of the moment settle in. “Oh no, look what you did.” Her voice was like honey, thick with amusement. She leaned in close again, her lips brushing the shell of his ear as she whispered, “You’d better answer her... unless, of course, you want her to come in here.”
Cloud opened his mouth, desperate to speak, but the words wouldn’t come. His mind raced, tangled in the overwhelming haze of pleasure and fear. Just as he summoned the strength to respond, Madam M’s hand gripped him again, firmer this time, sliding with a deliberate, agonizing slowness.
A choked moan escaped him, loud and uncontrolled, filling the space between them.
Her touch was devastating. Every motion seemed designed to tear his control to shreds. As his mouth hung open, his breath ragged and trembling, Madam M reached for a cloth with her free hand and, with a swift, practiced motion, stuffed it between his lips. “There, that’s better. Now we won’t have any more accidents, hmm?”
Cloud groaned through the fabric, his hips involuntarily thrusting toward her hand as she squeezed him tighter. The sound that escaped him was nothing short of desperate.
From behind the door, Aerith's voice faltered, uncertain. “Uh... okay?”
Madam M barely acknowledged her, too focused on the task at hand. She resumed her slow, torturous pace, her fingers slick with oil, gliding over Cloud’s most sensitive spots. The sensations were too much, too intense. His body jerked, every muscle taut with unbearable pleasure.
She leaned in again, her voice a dark, seductive whisper against his ear. “He has some pretty tough knots we’re working through, isn’t that right, Cloud?”
Her grip tightened again, sending a fresh wave of pleasure crashing through him. Cloud moaned helplessly through the cloth, his eyes rolling back as he fought to stay grounded, to not lose himself entirely in the sensations she was inflicting on him. He groaned what he hoped sounded like a weak agreement, muffled and desperate.
Madam M’s lips curled into a satisfied smile, watching as Cloud’s entire body trembled under her control. "Good boy."
The knock at the door was a distant memory now, Aerith’s concern fading from his mind as the room closed in around him. The scent of oil, the rustle of her kimono, and the heat of her body so close yet so unattainable sent Cloud spiraling deeper into his pleasure.
His gasps and muffled moans filled the room, but Madam M's touch never faltered, as she pushed him past the limits of restraint, past control. Cloud’s world was reduced to her hand, her voice, the sensation of her dominance, and the burning need she fueled inside him.
“Wouldn’t want her to see you naked like this, would we?” Her mocking words were soft, teasing, cruel in the sweetest way. Cloud whimpered, a flicker of fear and mortification tightening his chest, but the way his body responded to her touch betrayed him.
Her lips brushed against his ear, her breath hot as she chuckled darkly. "Oh... maybe I should open that door."
“No!” His shout was raw and panicked, a strangled cry muffled by the cloth in his mouth.
Madam M’s laughter was soft and triumphant as she squeezed him tighter. "Shh...shh."
Her hand moved with a renewed purpose, every stroke pushing him closer to the edge, leaving Cloud completely and utterly at her mercy.