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challenging. Kaelen helped.
“Just sit there for now. I’m going to stimulate different parts of your body with the toys. I want you to feel free to give suggestions. I’m going to ask a lot of questions, but I’ll try to keep them simple.”
One hand closed over her breast. She felt his warmth, but even before her surgery, her breasts hadn’t been sensitive or responsive. He massaged it. Then he pinched and rolled her nipple. She held her breath and wished for him to move on. He played with both breasts for a few minutes before his hands dropped away.
When they returned, he pinched a nipple between his fingers and pulled it, stretching the skin to the point where she felt a little tingle. Something soft closed around it. When he let go, a heavy object hung from it. He jostled the end of the thing, and it began buzzing. She felt the vibrations, but they didn’t stimulate her sexually.
He did the same thing to the other one, but he didn’t elicit a different response.
“Are your breasts not sensitive, or am I doing something wrong?”
One of the reasons she liked having sex from behind was that men didn’t feel obligated to touch her breasts. Or if they did, they couldn’t see her lack of reaction. Add in spanking, and she had enough stimulation to make the lack of response from her breasts unnoticeable.
“They’ve never been sensitive. Even nipple clamps don’t do more than hurt.” Though he’d clamped something to her nipples, the fact they didn’t hurt made her think they couldn’t be nipple clamps. “I don’t know quite what you’ve done, but these don’t hurt.”
“They’re soft clamps, meant for pleasure, not pain. I have them tightened as far as they’ll go.”
“Sorry. You’d get farther attaching them to my clit.”
He cupped the sides of her face in his hands and feathered his lips across hers. “Don’t apologize, babe. Does it have to do with your scars? Do you want to talk about it?”
“No and no.” She wouldn’t get defensive about her breasts unless he pushed the issue. She wanted neither sympathy nor pity. It wasn’t like she’d survived breast cancer or anything life threatening like that. Next to what some women went through, her problem had been inconsequential.
He removed the clamps, but he didn’t say anything. He circled her areolae with his thumbs. “On the plus side, I could play with them for hours and it wouldn’t irritate or overstimulate you.”
“Is that your plan?” She lifted a brow, but the blindfold ruined her attempt. She didn’t even know if he noticed it.
“Some other time. But you did make a great suggestion. Lean back. Rest your weight on your hands behind you.”
She gripped his legs just above the knee, aware that the position spread her pussy lips wider. He pinched her clit, and she sucked in air.
“Like that?” He pinched again. She couldn’t tell if he was adjusting his grip or playing with her.
“Yes.”
The soft clamp vibrated to life. Its weight stretched her clit, but it didn’t pinch or hurt. The vibrations, closed around her clit like that, made her pussy clench in anticipation. A soft moan of pleasure, a completely involuntary response, sounded in the back of her throat.
“Have you ever told a lover you don’t like your breasts touched?”
The blindfold made her less self-conscious about answering his questions. “No. I don’t mind being touched. It just doesn’t do for me what most men expect it to do. I tend to look for men who like asses or legs better than breasts.” Kaelen’s survey had indicated he found a woman’s ass to be her sexiest feature.
His hands slid up from her hips, finding the sensitive areas on her sides. She breathed in sharply as a shiver shook her body. He played his hands over her flesh, caressing those sweet spots again and again. Then he pulled her forward, jerking her weight from her hands so that she fell against his chest. His mouth closed around hers, and this kiss lacked
“Just sit there for now. I’m going to stimulate different parts of your body with the toys. I want you to feel free to give suggestions. I’m going to ask a lot of questions, but I’ll try to keep them simple.”
One hand closed over her breast. She felt his warmth, but even before her surgery, her breasts hadn’t been sensitive or responsive. He massaged it. Then he pinched and rolled her nipple. She held her breath and wished for him to move on. He played with both breasts for a few minutes before his hands dropped away.
When they returned, he pinched a nipple between his fingers and pulled it, stretching the skin to the point where she felt a little tingle. Something soft closed around it. When he let go, a heavy object hung from it. He jostled the end of the thing, and it began buzzing. She felt the vibrations, but they didn’t stimulate her sexually.
He did the same thing to the other one, but he didn’t elicit a different response.
“Are your breasts not sensitive, or am I doing something wrong?”
One of the reasons she liked having sex from behind was that men didn’t feel obligated to touch her breasts. Or if they did, they couldn’t see her lack of reaction. Add in spanking, and she had enough stimulation to make the lack of response from her breasts unnoticeable.
“They’ve never been sensitive. Even nipple clamps don’t do more than hurt.” Though he’d clamped something to her nipples, the fact they didn’t hurt made her think they couldn’t be nipple clamps. “I don’t know quite what you’ve done, but these don’t hurt.”
“They’re soft clamps, meant for pleasure, not pain. I have them tightened as far as they’ll go.”
“Sorry. You’d get farther attaching them to my clit.”
He cupped the sides of her face in his hands and feathered his lips across hers. “Don’t apologize, babe. Does it have to do with your scars? Do you want to talk about it?”
“No and no.” She wouldn’t get defensive about her breasts unless he pushed the issue. She wanted neither sympathy nor pity. It wasn’t like she’d survived breast cancer or anything life threatening like that. Next to what some women went through, her problem had been inconsequential.
He removed the clamps, but he didn’t say anything. He circled her areolae with his thumbs. “On the plus side, I could play with them for hours and it wouldn’t irritate or overstimulate you.”
“Is that your plan?” She lifted a brow, but the blindfold ruined her attempt. She didn’t even know if he noticed it.
“Some other time. But you did make a great suggestion. Lean back. Rest your weight on your hands behind you.”
She gripped his legs just above the knee, aware that the position spread her pussy lips wider. He pinched her clit, and she sucked in air.
“Like that?” He pinched again. She couldn’t tell if he was adjusting his grip or playing with her.
“Yes.”
The soft clamp vibrated to life. Its weight stretched her clit, but it didn’t pinch or hurt. The vibrations, closed around her clit like that, made her pussy clench in anticipation. A soft moan of pleasure, a completely involuntary response, sounded in the back of her throat.
“Have you ever told a lover you don’t like your breasts touched?”
The blindfold made her less self-conscious about answering his questions. “No. I don’t mind being touched. It just doesn’t do for me what most men expect it to do. I tend to look for men who like asses or legs better than breasts.” Kaelen’s survey had indicated he found a woman’s ass to be her sexiest feature.
His hands slid up from her hips, finding the sensitive areas on her sides. She breathed in sharply as a shiver shook her body. He played his hands over her flesh, caressing those sweet spots again and again. Then he pulled her forward, jerking her weight from her hands so that she fell against his chest. His mouth closed around hers, and this kiss lacked
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