canary in cage

For a moment, Cecil seemed to be stimulated, and there was a hint of broken sound in the voice he shouted.

"Bastard, don't touch me!"

Cecil's eyes widened, and he slapped Isri's hand away again desperately, making a "pop" sound in the quiet room.

Cecil was panting heavily, glaring at Isri, his body was shaking even more than before, subconsciously, unconsciously, his body moved.

Isri's face darkened visibly to the naked eye. Today, Isri did not wear gloves, and the veins on the back of his white hands were twitching, as if he was very angry.

Isri shook his hands, straightened his body, pulled Cehir off the bed, and walked towards the bathroom with his arms around his waist.

The sound of iron chains kept ringing in the room, and every knocking sound stimulated Isri's cerebral cortex.

Cehir didn't yell and curse, that would only make Isri more excited, Cehir kept breaking Yisri's fingers with his hands, and there was a trace of fingernails sliding on the back of the porcelain white hand.

But all these actions seemed to have no feeling for Isri. In the end, even Cecil couldn't stand the red marks on the back of his hand, so he could only keep tearing at Isri's skin. finger.

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It was still a familiar scene, the countertop had been cleaned by Isli, and the mirror in front of him seemed to be wiped cleaner.

Cehir's hands were twisted backwards by Isri, his body moved slightly, his arm was in pain as if dislocated, and Cehir couldn't help but lean back to relieve the pain.

The iron chain is still tied to the ankle, and the table is already the limit of the iron chain, and even one leg cannot be moved.

Cecil gritted his teeth and stared closely at the person in the mirror.

Looking at Isri alone, he is dressed in an elegant deacon uniform, neatly trimmed hair, and a perfect body curve, just like a nobleman walking out of a painter's painting, gentle and elegant.

But that's just surface work.

Isri didn't speak, but lowered his eyes and put his hands in front of him, lifted the hem of Cecil's clothes, and slowly lifted them up.

The spring light on her legs appeared little by little before her eyes, Cehir couldn't move, she could only grit her teeth and close her eyes.

"Why didn't the young master resist?" Isri's hot air sprayed on his neck: "Or, the young master likes this look?"

Suddenly, Cehir opened his eyes suddenly, glared at Isri, and moved twice, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in his shoulder.

Cecil frowned, sucked in a breath of cool air, looked up at the mirror, and gritted his teeth: "Didn't you say you asked me to volunteer?"

With a smile on the corner of Yisli's lips, he pulled his clothes up to his waist, and said in an unhurried voice, "Then would you like it?"

Cecil was taken aback by Isri's retorted question, and remained silent for a while. Esri increased his strength and pulled him back.

"If you want, I will arrange for you to go out."

The sound of Cecil's breathing became heavier between his sniffs, and he frowned and said fiercely, "Impossible!"

Isri seemed to already know how Cehir was going to answer, and his expression didn't change much. He only bent down slightly, slowly stroking Cehir's angry face.

"Master, it's not my fault."

The sound of pulling the iron chain was even harsher in the empty bathroom, and a trace of panic flashed in Cecil's eyes, looking at Isri's hands and his naked body in the mirror.

"What do you want to do!"

Cehir was a little anxious, the memories of that night rushed into his head again, and Cehir's body trembled even more than before.

"I...I haven't recovered yet...don't..." Cecil tried to amplify his voice so that Isri could hear it clearly.

No, he can't yet.

Isri's hand stopped, he let out a breath, and said again: "Master, don't worry, I won't do it."

Cecil's body was forced to straighten forward, the baggy clothes were piled up around his waist, and there was a special chain on his slender ankles.

Like the innermost and tenderest piece of the fruit of God, it is retaining the rich nectar to attract others to appreciate and pick it.

In the empty bathroom, the sound of resistance further aroused the madness of someone behind him.

It's a pity that it's not time yet, and this suppressed desire can only be endured.

Cecil held back tears from the corners of his eyes, tightly closed his eyes, and prayed for the people behind him.

"Don't do this...Isri...I beg you, don't do this..."

Looking at the person in the mirror, Isri was not in a hurry at all, bent down and gently held the tip of Cecil's ear, and rubbed slowly.

"Hmm..." Cecil shrugged and breathed a little faster, and the side of his face was burning red.

Isri's hands are very cold, and every position on his hands can be just covered on it. With a little force, Cehir's body will tremble violently.

"So the young master is so sensitive."

Isri opened his mouth, and a low voice that suppressed desire rang in Cecil's ears.

"Bastard... um... bastard!" Cecil gasped and cursed.

Isri didn't speak, and the movements of his hands continued.

At first Cecil wasn't used to it, and his whole body was in a state of resistance, but as time went on, his breathing became disordered, and his tightly closed eyes also narrowed slightly.

The body's increasingly strange reactions made Cehir's fear worse, but he had to succumb to this feeling.

He's going crazy.

Isri seemed to have seen Cehir's reaction, so he stopped his hands, and almost instantly, Cehir's voice let out a sound of impatience.

Isri's hand was still cold, and he moved it away suddenly, his whole body resisting to keep him.

Cecil opened his eyes a little, and looked at the mirror in front of him in a daze. His body was slightly reddish, and the original marks became more conspicuous when his body was hot.

No... He doesn't want to... Cecil looked at himself like this, and a trace of disgust flashed in his eyes.

But with a slight movement of the body, the empty feeling instantly wrapped the body tightly.

Cecil kept twisting his body, trying to slow himself down again, but no matter how he moved, the feeling became more and more intense, so that in the end, the delicate air began to pant unconsciously between his lips.

Isri raised the corners of her lips, and those eyes full of lust were like seductive poison.

Even if you know it is poisonous, you will drink it willingly.

"Master..."

Isri let out a long sigh, shouted, and teased the person in front of him with one hand through his clothes.

Isri didn't stop until Cecil's eyes were filled with water mist.