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“Why do you care?”

I chuckled as I moved between her legs, lowering my head and planting kisses on her belly.

“I take care of my toys. That includes seeing to their pleasure when they’re good.”

I nipped at her clit through the fabric, and she tensed again. I had planned on dragging this out, but my cock had other ideas. It didn’t want to wait. All it wanted was for me to bury myself in her. What was it about this one? I usually stayed away from the girls in my classes because they got too needy. With Natalie, I wanted to show her all the things that her body craved.

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NATALIE

Natalie

A toy?Was that all I was to him?Nat, what did you expect? That’s all you are—a toy.

Pins and needles moved up my leg. I tried to move away from whatever tool he had. It hurt, but it didn’t all at the same time. All I was trying to do was focus on anything but his hand moving up my other leg or how fucking turned on I was.

He kissed my belly button and moved south, nipping at my clit through the fabric that still covered me. When he tore my panties off, I knew they were soaked.

I tried to push my legs together, but the restraints didn’t allow it. The tool he’d been using clanked against the bed as he blew on my sex.

“God, you’re so sexy like this.”

I tightened my grip on the bar, afraid of what would happen if I let go, but also wanting to touch him.

A tear fell from my eye that he’d never see, thanks to the blindfold. I squeezed my eyes closed, wondering if I knew the man between my legs.

He spread my folds and lightly ran his tongue up, circling my clit. I was already buzzing and my body tensed as I tried to not arch into him.

“Tell me you want this.” He barely touched me. “Ask me to make you come.”

The noise that came out of me was half whimper, half need.

“I could torture you instead.”

My brain told me how stupid this was. I didn’t want to admit this felt good, that I wanted this. But it felt like if I didn’t come soon, I might explode.

“Please let me come, sir,” I cried.

He laughed before he lapped at me again. Something about him was familiar, but not. I couldn’t place it.

“I think I like it when you beg.” He drew my clit into his mouth and thrust a finger inside me. When he grazed that spot he had before, I arched into him, wanting,needingmore.

His hands slipped under my ass and dug in, still stinging from my punishment last night. I was still sore and had hoped for a reprieve, but who was I joking? I had to have known better. There was no reprieve.

I wanted to reach for him, but when my grip loosened on the bar, he smacked my leg, sending sparks up through my spine.

“Do I need to strap you down?”

I wiggled, trying to get the contact back.

“Please, sir.” I gripped the bar again.

“I have no problem getting what I need and leaving you needy until next time.” He dug his hands into my ass again.

He slowed his thrusts and added another finger. “Ask me to fuck you.”

I turned my head and bit my lip. I couldn’t do it. It was humiliating.

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