The Incubus System Chapter 1388. You Want to be Punished That Badly

The Incubus System Chapter 1388. You Want to be Punished That Badly

“You really choosing the Punishment Pact?” Diamond asked, turning toward me, her eyes glowing faintly.

I didn’t answer with words.

Instead, I stepped forward and reached behind her neck, pulling her in, not quite kissing, just close enough she could feel the heat of my breath, the intention in my stillness. My hand slid up her spine, curling into her hair, gently tugging until her throat arched.

Then I looked at Pearl. “Tie her wrists.”

Pearl blinked, caught between a gasp and a grin, but obeyed. With quiet precision, she took the rope from my hand and looped it gently around her twin’s wrists. Not tight. Just enough to make Diamond still.

I stepped behind Pearl now, letting my fingers trace her back, down her spine, until I leaned in and whispered, “Your turn next.”

Her breath hitched.

“You want to be good,” I said, trailing my knuckles along the side of her neck. “Don’t you?”

“I want…” she whispered, voice fraying.

“You want what?”

Pearl’s voice dropped to a sultry whisper. “I want you to break me sweetly.”

And that did something to me.

I tied her next. Slowly. Carefully. Reverently. Each loop over her wrists was like a prayer, like sealing a pact between sinners.

Then I guided them both to the bed. Not shoving. Not dragging. I simply touched their backs, light pressure, and they followed. Two ocean-colored sirens with glimmering skin and wild hearts. My wild hearts.

The bed shifted under their weight. Silk rustled. One of Pearl’s tentacles curled protectively around Diamond, even now, even like this.

I stepped back, looking at the two of them beneath the sea-light glow. My breath caught a little. Not from lust, not just that. From this. The trust. The chaos. The bond.

“Do you remember the first time we did this?” I asked.

I unbuttoned the cuffs of my shirt, slow, measured. “Then let’s raise the stakes.”

Their eyes followed the motion like cats tracking prey. The room pulsed with anticipation. My shirt slid off.

I walked forward and let my fingers tug the rope tighter. Just enough to press into their skin, not bruise, but to remind. Their wrists stayed bound, resting against their soft chests. The twin’s dresses had already begun to slip, neckline stretched low from our movement. I gave the fabric a gentle pull.

Down it went.

Just enough to bare the delicate lace of their bras, thin enough to tease what lay beneath.

Pearl’s breath caught. Diamond blinked slowly, like a spell overtaking her senses.

“You feel that?” I murmured, trailing a finger along the top curve of their breasts, tracing the rope as it framed them perfectly, bound, arched, displayed. “That pressure? That ache? That’s obedience. And beauty.”

The thin material did little to hide the hard tips beneath.

I smiled. “Ah… seems like your bodies really do obey. Even before you say a word, they’re already listening to me. Preparing themselves because they know what their master wants.”

Pearl bit her lip.

Diamond let out the faintest shudder.

Their legs had shifted fully into their oceanic forms now, slick tentacles coiled with glossy sheen, wrapped around each other… and around me. Their suckers latched on gently to my pants, my belt, my waist, tugging, teasing, begging in their own language.

“Is that how it is?” I leaned in, letting my breath graze their ears. “You want to be punished that badly?”

A ripple passed through their limbs, tightening their grip.

“Then ask nicely.”

Pearl’s voice broke first, soft and trembling, “Please…”

Diamond’s followed, deeper, eyes gleaming, “Punish us…”

“Good girls,” I whispered, unhurried as I looped more rope across their torsos, tracing under their arms, around the upper swell of their breasts, framing each curve like it was art. My art.

They arched instinctively.

The silk dug in just enough to plump their chests, frame their need, expose the way their bodies strained to be touched.

And still… I hadn’t kissed them again.

Not yet.

I stepped back to admire the view, two krakens of the deep, bound not by force, but by hunger. By devotion. By me.

“You’ll remember this,” I said quietly. “Every squeeze. Every second I didn’t touch you… just to make you want it more.”

Their tentacles tightened, suckers popping softly, tugging at my waistband.

I chuckled. “Oh, I know. You’re ready. But so am I.”

And I reached for the candle on the nightstand, because now it wasn’t about heat.

It was about control.

And we were just getting started.

The room was quiet, too quiet. The kind of silence that hummed with nerves and want. I tilted the candle slightly, watching the wax pool near the wick. The scent of ocean salt and sweet spice drifted from it, mingling with the faint perfume on the twins’ skin, something floral, soft, unmistakably theirs.

The flame flickered. My eyes didn’t.

Pearl and Diamond were still kneeling, roped and flushed, their dresses sliding further with each breath. Their tentacles curled tighter, brushing against me, more curious now than desperate. One sucker popped free from my belt, only for another to slither beneath the hem of my shirt, pressing against my spine.

I tipped the candle.

A slow drip of hot wax slid over Pearl’s shoulder.

She gasped. Not in pain, but in anticipation.

The wax traced a line down her collarbone, catching in the delicate ropes I’d tied around her. I let another drop fall on Diamond’s chest, just above where her bra strained against the pressure of her bindings.

The sound she made? Low. Sharp. Gorgeous.

I walked around them, candle in hand like a priest of indulgence. Every so often I’d let another drop fall. Along their arms. Their thighs. Each placement intentional. Artful.

Their skin shimmered, a mix of wax and tension.

“Good girls,” I said again, voice deeper now. “Still holding position.”

A tentacle curled around my ankle.

Then another.

They pulled gently. A silent demand. A reminder that while they were bound… they weren’t helpless.

I smirked.

“Impatient?” I teased.

Their only answer was the way Pearl’s tentacles slipped higher, suckers pressing against my waist. Diamond’s curled around my thigh, then tugged my pants, firm and unrelenting.