Page 135 of Downpour

He squeezed my arms, working the stress out of my biceps before cupping my breasts.

“Best massage ever,” I mumbled.

Ray interlaced his fingers in my hair, massaging my scalp and temples. I had almost drifted off to sleep when I felt his hand cupping my breast again. A sudden pinch on my nipple startled me.

My eyes flew open, and I gasped as he attached a second clamp to my other nipple.

“Just relax,” he soothed, returning to massage my shoulders. “You look so beautiful like that.”

He flicked one of the hanging gems that hung from the left clamp.

I squeezed my thighs together. An odd haze of lust and leisure washed over me. I was a puddle of relaxation and arousal.

“Touch me,” I pleaded.

Ray scraped his fingers across my scalp, sending pinpricks of delight down my spine. “I am,” he replied.

“You know what I mean,” I whimpered, shifting my body closer to his so that my chest pressed against his hands. The jolt made my tits bounce, and I felt the tug of the clamps on my nipples.

“Maybe I enjoy watching you squirm,” he said, licking his thumb and then grazing it over my nipple in small, steady circles.

A high-pitched whine slipped from my throat, and I spread my legs apart.

“That’s it—open your legs for me. You know exactly what I want,” he whispered, leaning over me.

Something cool and smooth teased my exposed folds. Ray pressed a button, and vibrations coursed through me as he used the toy to circle my clit.

I gasped, arching off the bed. My hips pushed into his hand. He placed the toy against my clit and held it there with his palm until I became a desperate, writhing mess.

Flashes of light and heat radiated from my nipples as the gentle weight of the clamps pulled on the sensitive nerves.

He inserted two fingers inside of my pussy and parted them wide, stretching me open before sliding the egg vibrator deep inside.

His hand shackled my throat. “That should tide you over until I’m ready to fuck you.”

Nowhere near close.

It was a sick tease, bringing me right to the edge of ecstasy, but not quite giving me release.

His chuckle sent chills down my spine as he grazed my lips with his thumb. “I probably don’t need to say this, but don’t you dare orgasm. I expect you to wait until I give you permission.”

“No promises,” I gasped as pleasure washed over me in waves.

Ray slipped two fingers between my parted lips, pressing down on my tongue. I moaned around them and sucked as my body was hit with pulses of electricity, dancing from my breasts to my core.

“Be a good girl for me. Wait to come and I’ll make it worth your while,” he whispered, stroking my cheek with his knuckles. “Or I can just keep you like this all night.” He tugged on one of the clamps, eliciting a moan from me. “Will you be good for me?”

I nodded.

“Up on your knees. Face the headboard.”

I struggled to move as the sensation from the massage left me in a daze.

“Hold on tight and arch your back,” he instructed, running his hand down my ass and then slipping his hand between my cheeks.

Something cool and slick pressed against my tight opening, and I gasped. “Ray?—”

“Relax and breathe for me. It’s just a small plug.”

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