Page 118 of Nikolai (Kansas City Reapers)

I worked quietly, shushing her as I placed pin after pin in a circular pattern around one breast. Each pin pulled the skin tighter, increasing the dull, achy pain.

She hissed, moaned, and squirmed beneath my ministrations. It was fucking glorious to watch.

“Deep breaths. You can do this,” I encouraged her as I placed the last three pins on her other breast. Standing back for a moment, I looked down at my handiwork. Each breast was circled with numerous pins — easily over a dozen on each — with the end of each length of twine settled over the corresponding shoulder.

“You are utter perfection, princess. Did you know that?” I praised, leaning down to kiss her. “Now for the next ones.”

“There’s more?!” she shrieked, her feet wiggling in nervous anticipation. Utter perfection.

“Absolutely.” I grabbed the next strand, placing them in a straight line up one thigh, then grabbing the last strand to do the same on the other. She shivered, writhed, and moaned as each pin was applied, making my cock weep with arousal at every turn.

“Alright, princess. Take my hands.” I held out both hands to her, helping her to sit up as she winced and hissed, the pins pulling at her skin with every tiny movement.

I helped her to the edge of the bed, placing her on her knees. I reached back into the bag, pulling out a long length of rope. Feeding it through a simple pulley system that hung above the bed, I attached the weight to the opposite end, setting it on the bed for the time being.

Next to the bed, on a small side table, sat a set of simple leather cuffs. I grabbed them, rounding the bed as I pulled her hands behind her back, holding her captive to whatever I chose to do to her delicious little body.

Every time I moved her, she whimpered and groaned, the pins already working their magic over her body.Attaching the cuffs together, I made my way back to the other side of the bed, needing to see her face as I finished the delicious predicament I had devised.

Taking the end of the rope that wasn’t tied to the weight in one hand, I stared into her eyes.

“Open,” I commanded, my voice firm and my cock throbbing as she looked up at me in shock.

“You want me to put the rope in my mouth?” she questioned, eyeing me warily. The mental sadism I was subjecting her to was sweeter than the most potent form of ecstasy.

“Yes, princess, I do. You see, that’s the joy of predicament. You’re going to hold this position, keeping the rope held between your teeth, until I release you. If you scream, or cry out, opening your mouth, the rope will drop, and—”

“Oh, fuck.” Her whispered curse, spoken so low it was more to herself than to me, was music to my ears. I wanted her off-kilter, completely unable to guess what would happen next. It heightened the scene; it heightened her senses and would make everything much more intense.

“Oh fuck is right, princess,” I chuckled sinisterly.

I gathered the four strips of twine that connected all the clothespins and tied them expertly to the rope just below where it would go into her mouth. Her whimpers of fear and distress were fucking magical. Sonnets were written for less. Truly and honestly.

“If you let go of the rope, all the pins come off. All at once.” Her eyes pleaded with me, begging for mercy. Mercy, I had no intention of showing her. Not tonight.

“Now be a good girl and open that bratty little mouth of yours.” I slipped the rope into her mouth, urging her to clamp down on it, then slowly lowered the weight off the bed until it hung suspended through the pulley system. As soon as she held it steady, acclimating to the feel of the weight, I helped her to shift on her knees correctly, guiding her into a more comfortable position. This would be over far too quickly if she couldn’t even hold the position.

I left her there on the bed whimpering softly as I walked across the room, smiling at the sound of her symphony of cries. I opened the third drawer, pulling out a short crop that she had grown to adore over the past week.

“I have a special toy for you, princess,” I teased her in a sing-song voice, walking back towards the bed and holding the long, thin rod up for her to see. Her eyes widened, her pupils dilating with a mixture of desire and anguish. I chuckled, the sound low and sinister in my throat.

I went to work straight away. Lining up my first swat, I flicked my wrist, the soft leather pad snapping right over her thigh, slightly to the side of the clothespins. She gasped, nearly releasing the rope. I watched in utter delight as her eyes darted back and forth with worry.

“Exactly, princess. This isn’t going to be easy. Not one bit.” My strikes flew faster, landing over her thighs, back, and sides, both hard and soft, never letting her know what was coming next.

“Stay still.” My eyes met hers, urging her to obey a mere moment before I let the crop fly, landingdirectly on her clothespin-laden tits. She keened as two clothespins slipped off of her breasts painfully, hanging from the twine that connected them to the rest of the web.

“Shh,” I urged her, my eyes locked on hers as she matched her breathing with my own. “Good girl. Again.”

I swatted at her breasts again, right over the clothespins, letting them spring off of her skin in little bursts of pain before moving down to her thighs and doing the same thing all over again.

Swat after swat landed with perfect accuracy, her groans turning to whimpers and then to hissing breaths that told me she was cursing the day I was born with every strike.

Little red marks marred her perfect body. Each mark was like my own personal signature, claiming her as my own. I made a mental note to mark her more often. There was something primal and caveman-like that rose within me, seeing my marks on her skin.

I tossed the crop onto the bed, abandoning it. I had to get my hands on her. I was desperate to touch that soft, supple skin, to tease and torture her into oblivion.

My fingers found the stiff peaks of her nipples, tugging and twisting each of them until she groaned and hissed around the rope. Each tug and twist on her tender flesh caused the remaining pins to pull just to the point of pain before releasing.

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