Page 78 of Cutter

Envisioning their fun ending, he searched blindly through his top drawer. He touched two boxes and took them out. Cutter had left the choice of toys to fate. Whatever he’d found first would be the evening’s delight. He glanced at the toys and chuckled. Fate was a mean bitch. Emily was in for a heck of a ride.

He was pleased when he returned. Emily hadn’t moved from the position where he’d left her. Mindful of her hair and tiara, he kissed her head. “Are you uncomfortable in any way?”

“No, Daddy.”

“Exhibition is a hard limit for you. I haven’t forgotten. But this is different.”

“Yes, Daddy.” She nodded. “It’s private. I like showing my pussy to you when no one’s around. Makes me spicy hot and want things.” A light blush covered her cheeks.

“What kinds of things?”

“Naughty things, daring things. Do you like to see my pussy? Is it pretty?”

Who was teasing who? Emily’s sweet voice and innocent tone were making his heart pump so hard, his temples and cock throbbed. He had trouble putting thoughts together and articulating words.

“I could look at your pussy for hours, baby. It’s the prettiest cunt in the world. And it tastes like honey. Look, I have a gift for it.”

“You have?” Her blue eyes opened wide.

This was her play, the cute ingenue act. She was so comfortable in the pretense, she had him rock hard.

“Right here,” he replied, holding the clamps to the light. The tiny chain holding the set together glinted silvery. The triple piece could remain attached or, depending on the user’s preference, the clit clamp could be detached from the rest. He preferred the clit clamp to go to work first.

“Aww, that’s so cute,” she murmured.

“It’ll look even nicer gripping your clit.”

He knelt at her side. Damn his soul if his trembling fingers didn’t fumble as he attempted to loosen the tiny screw on the side. Starting her on the tightest setting was too much. But when he touched her hot, damp labia and tugged her engorged clit, his vision spun. The dizzying vortex of pleasure was so intense, Cutter nearly lost his cum in his shorts. Taking a deep, settling breath, he managed to open the tips, set them on her clit, and let go.

The clamps bit, and Emily squirmed. “Oh.”

“You have safewords. Where are you?”

“It’s… Green. Feels pinchy, but I like it.”

He gave the side screw another twist. “And now?”

“Ah,” she exhaled, and her legs visibly shook.

“Emily.”

“Um…sorry. Was yellow. It’s going green.”

“Can you take it?”

She blinked. Exhaling, she dropped her head back. “Yes. It’s weird. Hard to explain. The pain feels dark and obscene. I like it.”

Cutter stood, studying his work. Talk about naughty. Surrounded in glittery fabric, holding her dress up, and her legs parted to display the clamp he’d attached to her clit, Emily reminded him of ancient erotic carvings. When humanity accepted its true nature without inhibitions and indulged its essential desires. He loved seeing her this way: raw, explicit, and honest. All the facets of Emily in full arousal and at the height of passion. Her face was flushed, and her chest heaved as she panted, trying to catch her breath. Her nipples, magnificent and hard, pushed against the top of her dress. In a moment, another pretty clamp would be attached to those lovely tips.

But not just yet.

“Don’t move.”

“Huh?”

“Are you uncomfortable? Give me a safeword.”

“Green, Daddy.”

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