of pleasure that ran through him made the discomfort completely worth it.
He thrust several more times and withdrew just when she became used to the rhythm of his deep thrusts. She sat back on her heels and guessed at the game he played.
Grabbing a bottle of water from the dresser, he took a drink and handed it to her. Suddenly aware of her thirst, she gulped the rest of it and handed the empty bottle back to Justin. His carefully neutral expression and the light glinting from his hot eyes unnerved her. She fidgeted under his perusal.
“Sit still, Trish. You’ll have an orgasm when I give you one, not sooner. Misbehaving will only get you into trouble.”
Her chin came up. Had whipping her been a punishment, or was the way he played with her now a punishment?
He chuckled softly and set the empty bottle on the dresser. “Relax, Trish. I’ll always let you know when I’m punishing you. Like now. Cup your breasts. Lift them for me.”
She did as he asked, and he dropped to his knees in front of her. She didn’t expect a kiss, but he grasped her head and held her still while he plundered her mouth. Moisture dripped from her pussy, running down her thighs in a silent plea.
When he ended the kiss and settled back, she noticed the delicate chain in his hand. Nipple clamps. Damn. They were still sore from earlier.
Dipping his head, he took one nipple in his mouth. He sucked hard and rolled the little nubs against his teeth. She cried out, but he didn’t stop. A vise clamped around her breast, and it took her a moment to realize she squeezed her own flesh in her hands.
The sharp pulls of pain radiated through her body, mingling with the feeling of fire that covered her back, thighs, and ass. He thrust two fingers into her wetness, and she struggled to remain upright against the push and pull of the different pressures he exerted on her.
His talented, knowing fingers found her sweet spot immediately. He switched nipples, torturing the other while he drove her to the brink of madness. One more thrust.
“Please don’t stop.”
She begged, but he had withdrawn again.
“Punishment, my love. No orgasms for bad slaves.”
She whimpered in protest. “You’re going to kill me with wanting.”
In response, he pulled her nipples, stretching them until she cried out. He didn’t bother to show her the simple clamps he’d used last time. He just slipped them on and tightened them down. He didn’t make them as tight as last time, but she was much more sensitive now, so that much pressure would be too much stimulation.
He stepped back and watched her face, looking for something. She peered back at him, waiting expectantly. Despite what he said about no orgasms, she didn’t really think he’d leave her hanging. They’d come a long way toward reconnecting today. They couldn’t sustain that momentum without multiple orgasms. He’d already delivered several, and Trish knew this was only the beginning. The gleam in Justin’s expressive blue eyes told her that he’d developed a taste for domination.
He pushed to his feet, his knee crackling as he stood. “Crawl to the bed and bend over the side.”
She didn’t like that order, but she complied without arguing or asking after his knee. Bent over, her tender breasts pressing into the mattress, she waited for her master to decide her next sensation. With an impatient nudge, he kicked her feet apart.
“Don’t move, Trish. Not one inch.” He reached between her legs, parting her swollen slit. He massaged her pussy with her own cream.
Trish writhed, and a stinging swat landed on her ass. Sweet pain radiated from the contact. She jumped and cried out, involuntarily trying to escape.
“Mine, Trish. You belong to me. You’ll take what I give you, and you’ll be still when I tell you to be still.” Justin rained blows on her ass, spreading them evenly over both cheeks. Tears came to her eyes, and she squirmed, unsure whether she wanted this much stimulation. She
He thrust several more times and withdrew just when she became used to the rhythm of his deep thrusts. She sat back on her heels and guessed at the game he played.
Grabbing a bottle of water from the dresser, he took a drink and handed it to her. Suddenly aware of her thirst, she gulped the rest of it and handed the empty bottle back to Justin. His carefully neutral expression and the light glinting from his hot eyes unnerved her. She fidgeted under his perusal.
“Sit still, Trish. You’ll have an orgasm when I give you one, not sooner. Misbehaving will only get you into trouble.”
Her chin came up. Had whipping her been a punishment, or was the way he played with her now a punishment?
He chuckled softly and set the empty bottle on the dresser. “Relax, Trish. I’ll always let you know when I’m punishing you. Like now. Cup your breasts. Lift them for me.”
She did as he asked, and he dropped to his knees in front of her. She didn’t expect a kiss, but he grasped her head and held her still while he plundered her mouth. Moisture dripped from her pussy, running down her thighs in a silent plea.
When he ended the kiss and settled back, she noticed the delicate chain in his hand. Nipple clamps. Damn. They were still sore from earlier.
Dipping his head, he took one nipple in his mouth. He sucked hard and rolled the little nubs against his teeth. She cried out, but he didn’t stop. A vise clamped around her breast, and it took her a moment to realize she squeezed her own flesh in her hands.
The sharp pulls of pain radiated through her body, mingling with the feeling of fire that covered her back, thighs, and ass. He thrust two fingers into her wetness, and she struggled to remain upright against the push and pull of the different pressures he exerted on her.
His talented, knowing fingers found her sweet spot immediately. He switched nipples, torturing the other while he drove her to the brink of madness. One more thrust.
“Please don’t stop.”
She begged, but he had withdrawn again.
“Punishment, my love. No orgasms for bad slaves.”
She whimpered in protest. “You’re going to kill me with wanting.”
In response, he pulled her nipples, stretching them until she cried out. He didn’t bother to show her the simple clamps he’d used last time. He just slipped them on and tightened them down. He didn’t make them as tight as last time, but she was much more sensitive now, so that much pressure would be too much stimulation.
He stepped back and watched her face, looking for something. She peered back at him, waiting expectantly. Despite what he said about no orgasms, she didn’t really think he’d leave her hanging. They’d come a long way toward reconnecting today. They couldn’t sustain that momentum without multiple orgasms. He’d already delivered several, and Trish knew this was only the beginning. The gleam in Justin’s expressive blue eyes told her that he’d developed a taste for domination.
He pushed to his feet, his knee crackling as he stood. “Crawl to the bed and bend over the side.”
She didn’t like that order, but she complied without arguing or asking after his knee. Bent over, her tender breasts pressing into the mattress, she waited for her master to decide her next sensation. With an impatient nudge, he kicked her feet apart.
“Don’t move, Trish. Not one inch.” He reached between her legs, parting her swollen slit. He massaged her pussy with her own cream.
Trish writhed, and a stinging swat landed on her ass. Sweet pain radiated from the contact. She jumped and cried out, involuntarily trying to escape.
“Mine, Trish. You belong to me. You’ll take what I give you, and you’ll be still when I tell you to be still.” Justin rained blows on her ass, spreading them evenly over both cheeks. Tears came to her eyes, and she squirmed, unsure whether she wanted this much stimulation. She
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