palm works against
me.
I groan.
“Yes,” he breathes as his palm continues to tease me.
“Open your mouth.”
My mouth is already open from panting. I open wider,
and he slips a large cool metal object between my lips.
Shaped like an oversized baby’s pacifier, it has small
grooves or carvings, and what feels like a chain at the end.
It’s big.
“Suck,” he commands softly. “I’m going to put this
inside you.”
Inside me? Inside me where? My heart lurches into
my mouth.
“Suck,” he repeats and he stops palming me.
No. Don’t stop, I want to shout, but my mouth is full.
His oiled hands glide back up my body and finally cup my
neglected breasts.
“Don’t stop sucking.”
Gently he rolls my nipples between his thumbs and
Gently he rolls my nipples between his thumbs and
forefingers, and they harden and lengthen under his expert
touch, sending synaptic wa一ves of pleasure all the way to
my groin.
“You ha一ve such beautiful breasts, Ana,” he murmurs
and my nipples harden further in response. He murmurs his
approval and I moan. His lips move down from my neck
toward one breast, trailing soft bites and sucks over and
over, down toward my nipple, and suddenly I feel the
pinch of the clamp.
“Ah!” I garble my groan through the device in my
mouth. Holy cow, the feeling is exquisite, raw, painful,
pleasurable . . . oh—the pinch. Gently, he la一ves the
restrained nipple with his tongue, and as he does so, he
applies the other. The bite of the second clamp is equally
harsh . . . but just as good. I groan loudly.
“Feel it,” he whispers.
Oh, I do. I do. I do.
“Give me this.” He tugs gently on the ornate metal
pacifier in my mouth, and I release it. His hands once more
trail down my body, toward my sex. He’s re-oiled his
hands. They glide around to my backside.
I gasp. What’s he going to do? I tense up on my knees
as he runs his fingers between my buttocks.
“Hush, easy,” he breathes close to my ear and kisses
my neck as his fingers stroke and tease me.
What’s he going to do? His other hand glides down
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