The red door seals behind me once more, my skin still tingling from last night's frenzy, the club's distant pulse a seductive whisper in my ears. The room is rearranged tonight, the silk altar now surrounded by chains hanging from the ceiling, the ten masked strangers already in motion, their bodies linked in a chain of pleasure, moans echoing like a symphony. They part as I enter, eyes devouring me, and I strip slowly, my breasts bouncing free, n*****s hardening under their gaze. I'm Aria, and tonight, I'm their chain.
They pull me into the center, hands chaining my wrists above my head with soft velvet restraints from the ceiling, my body stretched, t**s lifted high, bouncing with every breath. A tall man with a veined c**k steps forward, his mouth crashing onto mine, tongue invading as
