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“Ah, good kitty tonight.” He chuckles softly. “We’ll see how long that lasts,” he teases me. Vincenzo isn’t the sort of man to leave moments like this to chance; he has plans.

Chapter Fourteen

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Vincenzo

There’s a hunger in Stephania’s eyes that I think confuses her. She wants this as much as I do, but she can’t let herself go. Not yet. We’ll work on that.

I pick up the nipple clamps from the tray. Her breasts are so delicate with soft pink areolas. Plump enough I want to bite down on her, sucking her nipple into my mouth, but it’s not time for that. I have plans for her and I won’t be distracted.

“These are going to hurt when they first go on, and then they’ll be a little uncomfortable at first. They can be fun, or I can make them hurt more.” He takes one nipple between my fingers, pulling it and pinching. “Take a deep breath for me, kitty.”

Her chest expands with her big breath. I let loose the clamp and let it grip onto her beautiful nipple. The little bell attached jingles, but the sound is overruled by her offended hiss.

I can’t help but chuckle.

“I warned you.” I flick my finger over her naked nipple. “One more big breath for me.” The little squeak she makes when the clamp grips her flesh makes my cock twitch beneath the towel.

“Very nice.” I run the backs of my fingers over both nipples. The bit of movement makes her wince. When she jerks back, the bells ring and her eyes widen.

“When you move like that, they’ll pull on you. They’re weighted.” I pick up the kitty ears from the tray and place the band neatly over her head.

“Do we really need the tail?” she whispers while I adjust the band.

“Of course we do.” I meet her gaze. “I don’t have paws for you, though.”

Her jaw slacks. “Paws?”

“Yes. You wear them like gloves but they’re formed into kitten paws. I can also bind your calves to your thighs to keep you permanently on your hands and knees for a period of time.” I pick up the tail. “But for now, this will have to do.”

I’ve seen the paws and never found them very appealing. Seeing her with the pink collar, the bells and ears, I’m not sure she wouldn’t change my mind.

“Get on the floor, kitty.” I grab the small bottle of lubricant from the tray and circle around behind her.

Gracefully she sinks down to the floor, her hair falling in front of her, hiding her features from me. I’m going to let her stay behind her little curtain for the moment, but only for a moment.

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