“Please, what? Please flog your asshole then take you there? Please continue to fuck you with my fingers? Please slap your cunt again? Which is it?”
Cassandra’s hips were grinding against air. “All of them, Sir. Please all.”
But he stopped, and she whimpered when he withdrew his fingers from her. Dominic came and stood in front of her. “And what about these?” He reached out and cupped both breasts. “I think we’re going to need to get some clamps on these as soon as possible.” He pinched both nipples and Cassandra groaned at the exquisite pain.
“Yes, Master, please. Please, clamp them.”
“Oh I will.” He pinched them again before running his thumbs over the hard nubs. He reached his head down, sucking one, then the other, blowing on the wet flesh afterwards, making them even harder.
He circled the island again so he was behind her, then began spanking her with his hand, all over her ass and thighs. Soon Cassandra was sobbing in both pain and need.
Dominic finally stopped. “Now you stay right there so I have a nice view as I eat my breakfast. My beautiful kitchen decoration.”