doing to me?”
“Sexually torturing you.” He tightened his grip on my breasts.
They began to swell, the skin heating and reddening. My nipples stiffened and distended, until the sight of them was lurid, turning me on even more. I looked from them to his transfixed gaze, then back. Still he massaged; still my flesh swelled.
When I felt his heavy breaths on the sensitive tips, I squirmed with a perfect mix of misery and delight. I noticed the sheets were damp beneath me and realized I was going to come like this. My eyes went wide with discovery. I could orgasm without a single touch on my neglected pussy.
I thought I’d known what my body was capable of, yet now it was behaving in unfamiliar ways. He seemed to know what it could do better than I did.
Never lessening his grip, he leaned down, letting his breaths torment the peaks even more. Avoiding contact with them, he darted his tongue to flick kisses along the sides, all around the tips.
If he touched my nipples I would scream. If he didn’t touch my nipples I would scream. “Sevastyan, kiss them!” I was panting with distress, writhing from this excruciating arousal. I twined my fingers behind my neck, but I didn’t know how much longer I could last before I touched myself. “ Do something.”
“Like this?” With a sinister look, he blew on one tip, then the other.
A cry broke from my lips, my back bowing to get me closer to that frustrating stimulation.
“Still.” He pinned me down, giving my breasts an even harsher squeeze. “Submit to me.”
Just the word submit made me tremble, made my clitoris throb. Until I was helpless not to touch it. Releasing my hold at my neck, I trailed my hand down.
“Ah-ah.” He snatched my hip, shoving me to my side, baring my ass to him.
“What are you—”
With one of his callused hands caging my neck to hold me in place, he used his other to slap my bottom. With enough forceto startle me. “If you don’t obey me, you’ll be punished. Understand?” Another harsh slap.
He’d told me I would fear him; with each swat, alarm began building inside me. I swallowed hard against the hand at my throat.
“Understand?” His palm cracked across my ass again.
“Ow!” That one hadn’t been a love tap either. “Yes!”
“Say, ‘I understand, Sevastyan.’ ”
“I-I understand, Sevastyan.” But I didn’t. His eyes were flashing with excitement, his chest heaving; the tip of his bulging cock had moistened the material of his pants. He got that turned on from whipping me?
Did I? Obedience was one thing, but this was corporal. Yet I was as wet as I’d ever been, my ass tingling so deliciously that I craved another slap.
Which couldn’t be right. How could I crave something I should fear ?
Between breaths, he said, “Don’t like a man giving you a correction?”
My body screamed, Yes! But my mind resisted. The truth? “I’m undecided.”
That made him scowl anew. “Hands, Natalya.”
When I twined them behind me, he positioned me on my back again. Grasping my breasts once more, he lowered his head, mouth almost to my nipple.
Suck it. Make me come. “Please, your mouth.” I could hardly utter my thoughts. “Your tongue.”
“If you were mine, I’d pierce these. Force you to wear my gold.”
Pierce. Mine. Force. His gold.
Every word was dripping with domination. He was talkingabout piercing me—and merely imagining it made me undulate up to his clothed crotch for relief. But he kept that beautiful bulge in his pants from touching me.
His hot hands continued to squeeze. Just when I thought my tits couldn’t get any bigger, any pinker, any more sensitive, when I was rocking my hips in abandon, he rubbed his stubbled chin over one nipple.
“Sevastyan!” I was almost levitating with pleasure, babbling, “Please, please, please.”
“What would you give me to suckle you?”
Easy. “Anything.”
Voice rough with lust, he demanded, “Would you be my slave? I’d want to bind
“Sexually torturing you.” He tightened his grip on my breasts.
They began to swell, the skin heating and reddening. My nipples stiffened and distended, until the sight of them was lurid, turning me on even more. I looked from them to his transfixed gaze, then back. Still he massaged; still my flesh swelled.
When I felt his heavy breaths on the sensitive tips, I squirmed with a perfect mix of misery and delight. I noticed the sheets were damp beneath me and realized I was going to come like this. My eyes went wide with discovery. I could orgasm without a single touch on my neglected pussy.
I thought I’d known what my body was capable of, yet now it was behaving in unfamiliar ways. He seemed to know what it could do better than I did.
Never lessening his grip, he leaned down, letting his breaths torment the peaks even more. Avoiding contact with them, he darted his tongue to flick kisses along the sides, all around the tips.
If he touched my nipples I would scream. If he didn’t touch my nipples I would scream. “Sevastyan, kiss them!” I was panting with distress, writhing from this excruciating arousal. I twined my fingers behind my neck, but I didn’t know how much longer I could last before I touched myself. “ Do something.”
“Like this?” With a sinister look, he blew on one tip, then the other.
A cry broke from my lips, my back bowing to get me closer to that frustrating stimulation.
“Still.” He pinned me down, giving my breasts an even harsher squeeze. “Submit to me.”
Just the word submit made me tremble, made my clitoris throb. Until I was helpless not to touch it. Releasing my hold at my neck, I trailed my hand down.
“Ah-ah.” He snatched my hip, shoving me to my side, baring my ass to him.
“What are you—”
With one of his callused hands caging my neck to hold me in place, he used his other to slap my bottom. With enough forceto startle me. “If you don’t obey me, you’ll be punished. Understand?” Another harsh slap.
He’d told me I would fear him; with each swat, alarm began building inside me. I swallowed hard against the hand at my throat.
“Understand?” His palm cracked across my ass again.
“Ow!” That one hadn’t been a love tap either. “Yes!”
“Say, ‘I understand, Sevastyan.’ ”
“I-I understand, Sevastyan.” But I didn’t. His eyes were flashing with excitement, his chest heaving; the tip of his bulging cock had moistened the material of his pants. He got that turned on from whipping me?
Did I? Obedience was one thing, but this was corporal. Yet I was as wet as I’d ever been, my ass tingling so deliciously that I craved another slap.
Which couldn’t be right. How could I crave something I should fear ?
Between breaths, he said, “Don’t like a man giving you a correction?”
My body screamed, Yes! But my mind resisted. The truth? “I’m undecided.”
That made him scowl anew. “Hands, Natalya.”
When I twined them behind me, he positioned me on my back again. Grasping my breasts once more, he lowered his head, mouth almost to my nipple.
Suck it. Make me come. “Please, your mouth.” I could hardly utter my thoughts. “Your tongue.”
“If you were mine, I’d pierce these. Force you to wear my gold.”
Pierce. Mine. Force. His gold.
Every word was dripping with domination. He was talkingabout piercing me—and merely imagining it made me undulate up to his clothed crotch for relief. But he kept that beautiful bulge in his pants from touching me.
His hot hands continued to squeeze. Just when I thought my tits couldn’t get any bigger, any pinker, any more sensitive, when I was rocking my hips in abandon, he rubbed his stubbled chin over one nipple.
“Sevastyan!” I was almost levitating with pleasure, babbling, “Please, please, please.”
“What would you give me to suckle you?”
Easy. “Anything.”
Voice rough with lust, he demanded, “Would you be my slave? I’d want to bind
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