The Red Room [Warning: R-18]

Aiden's back arches off the bed as he takes ragged breaths, trying to find air to pull into his lungs. 

The vibrator presses up and secures against his prostate is making it hard to focus, hard to think of anything. 

But the penis cage around his cock is stopping his erection, making him pants and whines, desperate for stimulation. 

He squirms on the bed, trying to relieve the pure pleasure sparking through his prostate for just a second, but it is secured tightly in place.

Aiden opens hooded eyes to stare at Daime, standing with crossed arms at the end of the bed, watching Aiden with a smirk.

In Aiden's mind, Daime promised him that he will go easy on him since this is the first time that Aiden had experienced BDSM or any form of that kink. 

But after realizing that Daime tricked him, he is now screaming in his head at how stupid he is. His mouth is agapes and he can't think straight. 

"Ma-Master… Master, please!"