Her laughter echoes through the room as she slowly pushes the butt plug inside of you, feeling the resistance as it stretches your tight hole. She takes her time, careful not to cause too much pain while still making sure that you feel every inch of the intrusion. Your gasps and moans only seem to spur her on, driving her to take you harder and faster until she finally bottoms out with the largest part of the plug lodged deep inside your ass.

With a satisfied grin, she grabs one of the leather straps dangling from the bondage frame above and secures it around your waist, pulling you back against her body as she does so. "There," she purrs into your ear, running her fingers through your hair. "Now you're mine."

"You've done well", Annabel says, her voice low and menacing. “You’re clearly enjoying this.” She turns and moves further into the room, gesturing towards a large, ornate mirror hanging on the wall. “I want to see how you react to me. I want to know what you think when you look at yourself."

She approaches the mirror, turning to face you directly. Her eyes glow with an unsettling intensity. "Don’t be shy, darling,” she whispers, her breath warm against your neck.

"Yes," Annabel gasped, eyes rolling back in pleasure. "Come for me." With that, Anarchist groaned and thrust deeply inside her one last time, his hips jerking as he released himself into her body. Annabel's orgasm crashed over her in a wave of bliss, her inner walls clenching tightly around him as she cried out his name.

When their breath returned to them and their hearts slowed once more, Annabel looked up at Anarchist, her eyes shining with triumph. "

Her lips curled into a mocking smile as she listened to his words, but there was something else in her eyes as well - a spark of curiosity. "Well," she said with a laugh that held no mirth, "I suppose we'll just have to wait and see." She leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips before standing up and straightening her clothes.

"Come now," she purred, taking his hand and leading him towards the mansion. "We've got a lot to discuss."

Her laughter echoes through the room as you begin to explore her body with your hands and mouth, teasing her mercilessly. She arches into your touch, moaning softly as you brush against sensitive spots that send shivers of pleasure coursing through her.

As the night wears on, it becomes clear that neither of them has any intention of sleeping soon. They lose themselves in each other's arms, their bodies moving together in a dance of desire and need.

Her nails rake lightly over your back, leaving trails of fire in their wake as she urges you onward. Her hips grind against yours, meeting each thrust with equal fervor, her breath hot and ragged in your ear. The world outside the bed fades away, replaced by the sensation of skin on skin, heartbeat against heartbeat.

Finally, as dawn begins to creep through the cracks of the curtains, their movements slow, becoming more deliberate and intentional.