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“No, not there.” He chuckles darkly. “The skin is too thin around the nipple. A single errant stroke, and you risk permanent damage.”
I can’t go anywhere with the cuffs holding me to the chair. My breath quickens as the whip moves down along my stomach, slips under the hem of my dress and press against my hole.
I whimper as the end of the crop pushes inside me.
“Not there either,” he says. “It’s the same problem as the nipple.”
He withdraws the crop almost as soon as he inserts it, and slips it under my neck. The scent of my own arousal fills my nose fromproximity, and the slippery wetness coats my chin as he tips my face up, forcing me to look at him.
Heaving in the chair, I wrench from side to side, not caring how it makes my wrists burn.
Yanking the crop away, he throws it unceremoniously back on the shelf.
He stands and walks slowly around my chair. I turn my head to keep him in sight, but I can only crane my neck so far. He’s in my blind spot.
“You don’t scare me.” I taunt.
“I don’t need to scare you, Kitty Cat.” Konstantin’s breath tickles my ear. I stiffen. “I knowallof your weaknesses.”
A tiny tremor begins in my knees. “You don’t know a damn thing about me.”
“I know everything about you.” His fingers slip down my neck, trailing over the neckline of my thin dress.
I can’t see his face, but I canhearhis smirk as his palm brushes lightly over my chest, and his fingers tighten around my nipples to give them a hard squeeze. I can’t stop myself as a yelp of pleasure punches out from my lips.
“Youlovethis, don’t you?”
Holding my breath, I try to distract myself from how amazing his touch feels. My lungs are screaming for oxygen as I try to keep myself from moaning in his hands. But it’s not enough to cancel the sparks of desire he’s stoking in my blood. My nipples firm up, eager to be played with.
Konstantin is tenacious, and his large hand works at my breasts with the expertise of someone who knowsexactlywhat my body craves. He traces my nipples through the cloth, tugging gently, insistently, all the while making my clit thrum to life.
“Ah,” I blurt, sucking in air when I can’t hold my breath any longer.
“Did you want to say something?” he asks with faux interest as his other hand joins the mix.
I clench my jaw and hunch forward. I can’t escape his large hands as they knead and massage the sensitive flesh. “Not a fucking thing.”
“In that case.” Fondling me, he gives both my nipples a light twist, and my lower belly jumps with maddening heat. I wriggle on the chair, thighs rubbing together and pussy growing slick with desire.
I turn my head, trying to bite his arm. He laughs and dodges the clumsy attempt. As further punishment, he tugs my nipples until I moan again. The pleasure from pain is incredible. It’s overwhelming.
And suddenly, he releases me just as my pleasure starts to crest. My hands open and close in their restraint, and I curl my toes in frustration.
I hear things clattering on the shelves, and when he returns, he takes both his hands at the neckline of my dress. Then, with a single hard motion, he rips the dress straight down the front to free my breasts.
I yelp.
“These pink nipples,” he whispers as he caresses one before he gives it a light pinch. “So beautiful. So delicate. So easy to ruin.”
A trickle of fear slides up my brain stem when I see him holding a pair of rubber clamps with a chain strung between them.
“Don’t worry, Kitty Cat.” He smiles. “I’m not a complete monster despite your accusations.”
“Yes you are!” I scream at him.
He chuckles darkly. With an accuracy that leaves me breathless, he carefully pinches each nipple in a clamp and then gives the chain a slow, torturous downward tug. The weight and compression combine in the perfect dazzling mix of pain and pleasure.
I don’t dare admit it, but the way it hurts isexactlywhat I want right now.
