The night was ink-black, cloaking the world in a heavy shroud, but the five-meter-deep pool shimmered with an unexpected warmth, a dark abyss ready to devour every forbidden craving. After Mira and I married, I’d deliberately bought this property with its deep pool, a secret she hadn’t yet unraveled. The oxygen tank hugged my back, the regulator hissing softly against my lips, my black dive gear rendering me a phantom beneath the surface. In my right hand, I clutched a pair of metal handcuffs, their icy bite tingling against my fingertips. I toyed with the rings, letting them clink faintly, a sound that echoed through the water and stirred a thrill for what was to come. She, Mira, remained blissfully unaware.

Across the pool, Mira swam naked, her bare skin glowing under the moonlight, each movement a siren’s call that sent my pulse racing. After a long day, this was her sanctuary, a place to unwind. She was slim yet statuesque, her waist so narrow my hands could encircle it. Pale legs sliced through the water, her hips breaking the surface now and then, her breasts trembling with the ripples, pink nipples teasingly visible. Her cheeks flushed from the warmth, lashes glistening with tiny droplets like stars. Her wet skin gleamed in the lunar glow, smooth as freshly peeled fruit. She swam with her head tilted back, a lazy smile curving her lips, eyes half-closed in serene pleasure. Sometimes she’d dive under, vanishing into the depths—she adored freediving, trained professionally, able to hold her breath for nearly four minutes.

I slid in from the far end, gripping the handcuffs tighter, stalking her from below. The tank kept my breathing steady as I closed in, unnoticed while she frolicked above. Then I struck—lunging from the depths, seizing her ankle, and yanking her down hard. She screamed, bubbles bursting from her mouth, legs thrashing wildly as she fought to rise. That soft smile vanished, replaced by wide-eyed terror, her mouth gaping as if to cry out. I dragged her to the five-meter bottom, the cold tiles pressing against her back, her body quaking. I grabbed her flailing wrists, snapping the cuffs shut with a dull clack that reverberated underwater. Her pupils dilated, fear twisting her face, her long hair fanning out like spilled ink. Pinning the cuffs with one hand, I leaned close and rasped in her ear, “Three minutes—starting now.” She’d gulped a frantic breath as I pulled her under, but her eyes were wild, lost in the chaos of not knowing how long she could hold on.

30 Seconds

Mira hadn’t recovered from the shock, her body twisting like a fish caught in a net, desperate to break free. The pool’s pressure squeezed her chest and belly, bubbles erupting from her nose in a frantic cascade, like shattered pearls. Her breasts heaved with rapid breaths, legs kicking chaotically, her gaze burning with fury and tremors. Her cuffed hands yanked hard, toes clenched as if she could claw her way out of this nightmare. Inside, her mind screamed: What the hell is this? Has he lost it? I need to get up!

I pressed against her, my hand gliding to her thigh, the water’s grip making her skin taut as satin. My fingertips brushed her pussy, and a flicker of confusion clouded her eyes—she froze for a heartbeat, then thrashed harder, fighting the cuffs. They rattled underwater, bubbles pouring from her nostrils even faster. She gritted her teeth, fear surging through her like a live wire.

1 Minute

Her struggles ebbed, the five-meter depth clamping her lungs like an iron fist around her breath. Her nipples hardened into beads, swaying faintly in the current. Brows furrowed deep, fists balled tight in the cuffs, her legs drooped lifelessly, goosebumps prickling her skin. Oxygen starvation spun her head, her heartbeat thundering in her ears, limbs tingling with numbness while her skin turned hypersensitive.

I kept one hand on the cuffs, the other slipping to her ass, my fingers easing into her pussy. The water swirled between her thighs, a cool contrast to her inner heat. Her mouth parted as if to scream, but no sound came. The surface blurred in her vision, and she fought to steady her breathing, her mind wrestling: Calm down… I’ve trained for this… but why is it so hard? The dizziness of oxygen loss sparked a strange sensation, rising from her core, teasingly close to pleasure.

1 Minute 30 Seconds

I toyed with her pussy, watching her closely: her diaphragm twitched faintly, her belly quivered, her pale skin gleaming in the dim underwater light. Her legs sank, swaying with my touch. She still fought instinctively, but her strength waned, the cuffs clanking dully against the tiles. I dangled my regulator inches from her face—a lifeline after a minute of torment. Her eyes flared with hope, but as she lunged to bite it, I pulled it back, taunting her again and again. Desperation blazed in her gaze, her diaphragm jerking hard, chest heaving as the need for air consumed her.

Then I let go of her cuffed hands, stepping back. She froze for a split second before bolting upward like a madwoman, legs pumping furiously, water churning behind her hips, the surface five meters away a distant promise. Her fingertips grazed the top, her face softening with the hope of breath, eyes crinkling—then I snatched her ankle, holding her just shy of air, inches from salvation. She thrashed wildly for a moment before I yanked her back to the depths, pinning her cuffs to the bottom again. Her body stiffened, face contorted in terror, mouth gaping in a silent scream, bubbles pouring out like a flood. Her diaphragm spasmed fiercely, belly convulsing harder. I lunged forward, my cock slamming into her pussy. She jolted, the agony of suffocation crashing into a wave of pleasure. The cuffs clattered, her eyes shifting from panic to a hazy lust, her mind teetering: No… what is this… am I losing it?

2 Minutes 30 Seconds

The water’s pressure kneaded her, her diaphragm twitching, chest rising and falling like waves. Her hands clawed aimlessly, lips parted, water swirling in her mouth. Fear drained from her eyes, replaced by a strange, burning heat. She went limp like a doll, but her hips tilted toward me, legs wrapping my waist, moving with me. I thrust faster, her breasts bouncing like flames, my cock pounding her pussy, the water turning turbid around us.

I gripped her waist, flipping her over, her back to me, her ass pressing against my hips. My hands dug into her cheeks, cuffs swaying overhead, and I drove my cock into her from behind. The force expelled a rush of bubbles from her mouth, her pussy clenching so tight under the pressure it felt like she’d consume me. Water frothed between her thighs, tiny bubbles rising. I slammed into her, her body lurching forward, cuffs scraping the tiles with a shrill screech, breasts swinging wildly, belly pulsing with my rhythm. Her eyes half-closed, lips parted, expression drunk with abandon, as if she’d forgotten two minutes had passed without air, nearing her limit. Her mind whispered: I can’t breathe… but it feels so good… I’m losing it. At suffocation’s edge, she shuddered into an explosive climax, her body quaking underwater.

3 Minutes

She held on, her belly taut as stretched silk, skin sleek and irresistible, curves swaying like a masterpiece in the depths. She melted into the water like seaweed, lips pulsing with my thrusts, cuffs drifting loosely, fingers and toes curling as if clutching the last threads of bliss. Oxygen deprivation scorched her lungs, the pressure clamping her chest, yet her legs gripped me harder, breasts trembling fiercely. Suffocation amplified every nerve to a razor’s edge.

I flipped her back, cuffs pinned beneath her, pale legs hoisted over my shoulders. Squeezing her breasts, I plunged my cock deep into her pussy, water roiling around her entrance in frantic waves. I pounded her relentlessly, foam splashing between her thighs, her tightness driving me wild. Her eyes narrowed to slits, a twisted smile tugging her lips, her body meeting mine as if pleasure erased the shadow of death. A dark flower blooming in the abyss, intoxicating and deadly. I gripped her throat with one hand, my cock ravaging her pussy, the other sealing her mouth. In the grip of extreme asphyxiation, her gaze drowned in ecstasy, brows arching as if savoring it all. Her belly throbbed like it might split, diaphragm spasming in a low moan. Her pussy clamped down, the water’s crush swelling my cock to bursting, and I slammed into her, her body shaking as if she’d shatter, lost in suffocation’s wild rapture.

I couldn’t hold back—a hot surge erupted, flooding her pussy, my cock pulsing as the water mingled with her clenching heat, frying my senses. Her belly quaked like a drum, legs locking rigid, her pussy spasming into climax at her breath’s breaking point. I yanked her up, water exploding around us. She coughed violently, gasping, water spilling from her mouth, but her eyes gleamed with an addict’s haze, lips twitching into a strange, wicked smile, like she’d surfaced from hell in a daze of bliss. I tore off the regulator, my laugh rough, pinning her to the edge, fingers grazing her chest, teasing her rock-hard nipples: “Exciting, huh?” She stared at me, panting, eyes flickering with fear and hunger. Her belly still trembled, but her lips curved into a taunting grin, voice low: “Again.”

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