Page 82 of Maelstrom


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Brendan slowly ran his index fingers down her chest and over her nipples as he spoke. “Because your nipples are extra sensitive, sweet girl. You enjoy when they’re played with, pinched, when I bite on them. With the clamps we can stimulate them while my hands and mouth are…” He paused with a wink. “… occupied elsewhere.”

Katelyn bit her lip. Yeah, she got the idea.

He lifted the little shirt by the hem and pulled it over her head, exposing her luscious breasts to him. Creamy swells of warm flesh. Areolae, pink and puckered. Ripe nipples just waiting for his touch.

Tenderly, Brendan took her lips with his. He slipped inside and savored her sweetness, their tongues in a soft slow dance. Unhurried. This wasn’t a race to the finish, climax would come soon enough. This was for her.

With the pads of his thumbs he lightly caressed her nipples as he kissed her. A barely there touch, yet she arched her back, pushing her breasts into his hands. He smiled against her lips and kissed down the column of her throat, stopping to suck the skin at the curve of her neck.

His hand reached inside her boy shorts, seeking out her cunt with his fingers. Slick and wet. Brendan bypassed her clit and easily penetrated her, delicately massaging her G-spot. He teased a nipple with his tongue, licking it while he touched the other. Katelyn began to make her little squeaky noises in between panting breaths.

He stopped, and sucking her from his fingers, he sat up. Brendan pulled her panties down her legs, then he reached for the clamps.

“Katelyn. I’m going to put the clamps on now, baby.” He traced his fingers soothingly up and down her thigh. “I want you to touch yourself. Rub your clit. Can you do that for me?”

Her turquoise gaze was on him. She swallowed. “Yes.”

Brendan watched as she spread her legs, and holding her lips open with one hand, began to rub circles on her clit. Displaying her pretty pussy for him. He attached a clamp to her right nipple in its most open position, slowly tightening the screw without applying pressure, only to the point the clamp could hold on its own. Then he did the same on her left.

“That’s my good girl.” Black crystal butterflies dangled off her nipples. So fucking beautiful. He gave his dick a firm tug. “Keep touching yourself.”

He stretched out beside her and lavished attention on her clamped nipples, licking each one, then he tightened the screw one turn and licked them some more. Her squeaks turned into breathy moans.

“How does that feel, sweet girl?”

“Good.”

Brendan tightened them a second time. Katelyn moaned louder. He licked and laved her nipples, pointing his tongue and then flattening it while he watched her work her clit. She was rubbing it faster, the circles smaller.

“Still good?”

“Yes.”

Then he tightened the screws a third time.

“Fuck,” she cried out and began rubbing her clit in a frenzied motion.

“Easy, baby.” He pushed her hand off her pussy and spread her thighs wide. “I’ve got you.”

He feasted on her wet cunt, lapping up the delicious honey that flowed from inside her. Katelyn alternately whimpered and called out his name, holding his head to her pussy, pulling on his hair. And he was just getting started.

Brendan penetrated her with two fingers, crooking them inside her to stimulate her G-spot while his tongue moved to her clit. Light circles contrasted with the intensity from his fingers. All the while, the clamps provided constant stimulation to her nipples.

He applied more pressure with his fingers and tongue, licking and circling and sucking on her clit. Pressing into her G-spot harder and faster. She tugged on his hair and screamed, bathing him in a fountain of her glorious cum.

Katelyn was in another space, and before she could come down from it, Brendan removed the clamps, sheathed himself, and swiftly entered her. Their sex was on fire. He fucked her hard and fast in the hammock bed suspended from the ceiling. He fucked her until they both dripped with sweat and she screamed once more. Then after, he held her to him, combing his fingers through her sweat-soaked hair, kissing her face, as he wrapped them in a blanket.

He’d never been as close to another human being as he was with her.

Not ever.

And he knew in his soul he never would.

I will always despise algebra.

She sat in the same seat, in the very back row, closest to the window. Her gaze traveled from the test questions in front of her to the dismal December sky outside. Thankful that once she was finished with this exam she’d never have to sit in this third-floor classroom or listen to that monotone voice at the whiteboard ever again. Thirty minutes and solving a quadratic equation were the only things left between her and three weeks of freedom.

Katie forced her attention back to the paper on her desk. Cameron sat in the seat next to hers, scribbling away on his answer sheet. Things were still kind of awkward, but somehow they’d managed to remain friends.

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