Rehab for SuperVillains (18+)-Chapter 69: buzzzzzzz~

"Fine. Lift your legs—I need these off," Kael said, his voice a mix of command and mischief, holding the lacy panties that barely clung to Freya’s ankles.

She glared down at him, her blindfold hiding the fire in her blue eyes, then lifted one leg, then the other, with a knowing slowness, her toned thighs flexing under the stockings’ silk.

Kael tugged the panties free of her ankles, the fabric warm in his hand, their faint floral scent mingling with her natural musk.

No No No No No No, don’t do it. Don’t you fucking dare.

His mind screamed, a chorus of restraint battling his impulses.

But curiosity—or perversion—won, and he brought the panties to his nose, inhaling deeply, a quick, guilty thrill rushing through him before he stuffed them into his pockets, to return it back to her later.

"You’re a fucking disgusting pervert," his inner voice sneered, sharp and judgmental, but he shoved it down, refocusing on Freya.

She stood before him, completely naked now except for the blindfold, the garter belt, and stockings framing her flawless form. Her full breasts rose and fell with each breath, pink nipples pinched by the silent clamps, her narrow waist flowing into the generous curves of her hips, her pussy bare and glistening faintly in the kitchen’s dim light, her ass cheeks full of vigor.

"You look like a sculpture carved with perfection," Kael said, voice low, genuine awe seeping through his tease. "How are you even real?"

The praise was calculated, stoking her ego, but it wasn’t a lie—she was a goddess, and he was playing with fire or no wait— ice.

Freya’s lips twitched, a flicker of pride behind her composed mask, but she didn’t respond, her focus tethered to the simmering ribs.

Kael moved closer, his hands steady as he attached another clamp vibrator—this one to her clit, the small, device snapping gently into place, its weight a subtle pressure against her sensitive bud. She flinched, a sharp intake of breath betraying her, but bit her lip hard, stifling any sound.

Kael’s finger grazed the exposed tip of her clit, peeking from the clamp, a slow, testing stroke that sent a shiver through her and her knees, but her face stayed stone, her silence a victory she clung to.

The skillet bubbled softly, the smoky-sweet aroma of barbecue sauce escaping from the sides and curling through the air.

Freya reached for the lid, her movements precise despite the blindfold, lifting it to stir the ribs with a gentle turn, ensuring they cooked evenly.

She replaced the lid with a soft clink, her hands steady, her mind counting seconds again—one, two, three—determined to reclaim the rhythm she’d lost.

Kael watched, his grin sharpening, and pressed a button on the remote in his pocket.

buzzzzzzz.~~

All three clamps—two on her nipples, one on her clit—sprang to life with a low, insistent vibrations.

A jolt of pleasure surged through Freya, raw and unexpected, her body lurching as the vibrations hit like a tidal wave.

She hadn’t anticipated this—the clamps weren’t just weights; they were vibrators, pulsing with a rhythm that sent heat pooling in her core, her nipples tingling, her clit throbbing.

"What are you— ah~ —doing to me? ahh~~" she whimpered, her voice breaking, a mix of confusion and arousal.

"What are these strange... ah~ devices?" Her hands gripped the counter, knuckles whitening, her legs trembling, torso shivering as her back arched instinctively, knees bending to brace herself.

She reached for the nipple clamps, desperate to rip them off, but Kael was faster, catching her wrist just as her fingers hovered a centimeter from her breast.

"Nah, uh-uh," he said, his tone playful but firm, holding her still.

A small moan slipped from her lips, soft and unguarded, her composure cracking under the relentless buzzing.

Her body betrayed her—pussy dripping, thighs slick, every nerve alight, knees buckling.

And the best part for Kael was that he hadn’t even used his Empathetic Resonance yet. This was all her, raw and unfiltered, responding to his toys alone.

Seconds stretched, her breaths hitching, ragged, the vibrations pushing her toward a cliff she shouldn’t, but wanted to fall from.

Her legs quaked, her core tightening, climax looming dangerously close—then Kael pressed the button again, and the clamps fell silent, the buzzing stopping cold.

Freya gasped, a single word escaping before she could stop it: "Why!?" She clamped her mouth shut, mortified, her cheeks flushing beneath the blindfold.

A mistake—she’d given him an inch.

"Why?" Kael echoed, his grin audible, smug and delighted as he reached down, gently removing the clit clamp, its absence leaving her bud hypersensitive, throbbing in the cool air.

He wanted her aroused, teetering, not crashing over the edge—not yet.

Freya stayed silent, her pussy slick and aching, betraying her resolve as a bead of wetness trailed down her inner thigh.

Kael’s sat on his knees as his fingers followed, stroking her thighs, sensually, moving upward until they grazed her drenched folds.

He parted them gently, teasing the entrance, his touch light but maddening, stoking the fire she fought to smother.

He pressed the button again, and the nipple clamps buzzed back to life, a softer hum this time, teasing rather than overwhelming.

Freya tensed, her body stiffening as she tried to block out the pleasure radiating from her nipples, sharp and insistent, mingling with the heat where Kael’s fingers lingered.

He rubbed her pussy for a few seconds, massaging and then—

He slid his middle finger inside her, deep and sure, her pussy clenching tight around him, wet and eager despite her mental protests.

"Fuck—" she breathed, barely audible, her pride warring with her body’s surrender.

Kael didn’t stop there. He added a second finger, curling them in a slow, rhythmic motion, using a technique he’d perfected—a "come-hither" stroke combined with a gentle twist, his fingertips dug deep and found her G-spot and then they grazed with every pass, while his thumb brushed her clit in sync, light but relentless.

His other hand mirrored the rhythm, sliding a finger along her outer folds, teasing the sensitive skin near her entrance, creating a dual assault—inside and out—that unraveled her defenses.

Her walls fluttered, gripping him tighter, her hips twitching involuntarily, chasing the sensation she hated herself for wanting.

"Kael—ah~," she gasped, her voice breaking, the vibrations and his fingers pushing her closer to a peak she couldn’t outrun.

She’d thought she could handle it—trained for it, steeled herself—but this was different, overwhelming, her body a traitor to her iron will.

The ribs simmered, forgotten for a moment, their soft bubbling a distant anchor as her count dissolved into chaos—ten, twenty, who cares?

Her knees buckled slightly, her back arching further, the nipple clamps buzzing a steady hum, her pussy dripping onto his hand, every stroke pulling her deeper into a haze she fought to escape.