Page 93 of Daddy, Sir

“Perfect,” he murmured between the soft brown mounds, giving her a kiss in the center of her cleavage. He could feel hershiver against him at the touch. “Keep your hands on the bed. Don’t move them.”

Moving his mouth over her skin, he made his way to her left nipple while his left hand moved from her ass to come up and cup her right breast. She moaned, arching her back and thrusting her breasts forward as his mouth closed around the hardened bud, tongue flicking the sensitive nub. Squeezing her other breast with his fingers, he manipulated the soft flesh, pinching one nipple while his teeth scraped over the other.

She whimpered, squirming slightly against him as he played with her breasts, taking his time to knead, lick, suck, and bite. When he moved his mouth to the other nipple, he switched hands so he could pinch and tug at the one he’d just abandoned. Moaning with pleasure, Noami’s head dropped back, the little noises she was making in the back of her throat going straight to his cock.

Drew tugged on her nipple with his teeth and his fingers simultaneously, hard enough to make her gasp.

Finally, he released her from both, pulling back enough that there was a bit of space between them. She panted, staring at him with a heated, needy gaze.

“Hold up your breasts for me, pretty girl. I want you to offer them up to me.”

Something flashed in her eyes, but she didn’t tell him no. Instead, she lifted her hands from where she’d been digging her fingers into the edge of the bed and moved to cup her breasts. The hard buds of her nipples pointed directly at him, wet from his mouth, darker than they’d been before he’d begun tormenting them.

Fuck, she was so damn beautiful.

“You’re gorgeous,” he said, reaching down to caress her offered breast with one hand, giving her nipple a little pinch to make her whimper for him.

She didn’t hold back with the sounds she made, and he fucking loved that.

“Now, ask Daddy to decorate your pretty nipples.” He grinned as something flashed through her eyes again.

It was clear she was calling him ‘Daddy’ to indulge him, but he could work with that. By the end of the night, he was determined she’d be so used to it that she was crying that out instead of his name without thinking about it. She was open to it, which was the important thing.

And he was going to show her how good it could feel to let him take care of her.

Her chin tilted up even more as she stared stubbornly back at him, realizing that he was challenging her and rising to meet it.

“Please decorate my nipples,Daddy.” The little emphasis she put on calling him Daddy was husky, sexy, looking for the biggest effect it would have on him. Yeah, she knew it did it for him, and even if it wasn’t her kink, she liked knowing she was giving him what he wanted.

“Of course, sweet girl. I’m so glad you asked.”

Before she could make a sassy retort, he was cupping her right breast, his hand underneath hers, and attaching the clamp to her budded nipple, squashing it flat. She hissed, head jerking back as the pain hit her nervous system, leaving her squirming in aroused torment.

Naomi

The ‘Daddy’ thing was getting easier, maybe even kind of hot—mostly because she liked seeing the heat that flared in hiseyes when she called him that—butow.The clamps he’d chosen weren’t too harsh, which was her preference, but he had left them on the tightest setting, completely flattening her nipple.

Pain and pleasure clashed inside her as the throbbing delight from his fingers and mouth gave way to a burning, throbbing sting of having the little nubbin crushed by the unrelenting clamp. Ithurt.She barely had time to take a few breaths, trying to get used to it, before he repeated the process on the other nipple.

Tears sparked in her eyes as she panted through the erotic agony, squirming against the bed, feet brushing over the rug beneath them as she tried to adjust. His hands cupped the bottoms of her breasts, holding them up while he watched her face intently, and she clung to his wrists to keep from trying to yank the clamps off.

Fuck, fuck, fuck…

The initial agony would fade in a few moments, she knew from experience, but waiting for it to happen was pure erotic torture. She panted for breath, fingers digging into his pulse points, their gazes locked as the initial flare of torment slowly faded, and she was able to relax, bit by bit.

Her breathing slowed as she relaxed, though her nipples throbbed in the tight confines of the clamps, making her pussy pulse in rhythm with the sensation.

“Ow,” she finally said, pouting up at him.

He grinned down at her, brushing his thumb over the now extra-sensitive tip of one nipple, making her whine in response. It hurt and felt good at the same time.

“Very pretty, sweet girl. You look good in clamps.”

Didn’t matter that it hurt; she preened at the compliment.

Then his finger hooked into the chain, tugging them upward, and she squeaked, abruptly standing to relieve the pressure on her aching nipples.

“Ow! Daddy!” She pouted at him again, hoping he’d take some pity on her.

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