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Dr. Harris waited a second or two, letting the anticipation build, each nipple gripped between a thumb and finger.

Then he pinched both of her little buds at once.

Kirsten had known it would be painful, but it was so much worse than she feared. It hurt intensely. He maintained the pinch, lifting her breasts a little away from her body and twisting each nipple as he did so. Her high-pitched yelp had turned into a scream by the time he was done.

But his promise proved true. Her pussy clenched incredibly hard, as if it were absolutely aching for his cock. In fact, she almost came right then and there.

When he released her manhandled nipples at last, she looked down between her legs to see her hips lifted off the table, straining against her restraints, and she realized what was happening. Without consciously recognizing it, she’d been trying to rub her clit against something, anything.

She wasthatdesperate to come.

Perhaps he hadn’t noticed, she told herself, but she knew that of course he had.

“We’ll return to that pretty little pussy of yours in just a moment. First, I’m going to tease these sore nipples a little longer.”

The now feather-light touches that landed on her nipples were almost unbearable. The sensation was like electricity surging directly to her needy clit. Though he was barely making contact at all, she did her best to squirm her nipples away, but she failed completely. His fingers continued to tease, continued to torment, continued to leave her more desperate by the second.

At last, he returned his gaze to her drenched pussy. “I’m going to tease your clit now, Kirsten. But you’re not going to come yet. Not until I decide you’re ready.”

Almost immediately Kirsten felt the same feather-light touch on her clit that she’d felt only moments ago on her nipples. Thrusting her hips up off the table, she tried to force a harder touch, but he merely withdrew his hand. When she slumped back down, he began teasing her clit again.

“I could have used another strap to keep you from lifting off the table that way. Do you know why I didn’t?”

“No…”

“I like to watch you writhe like a little slut for me.”

His words combined with the teasing had her at the very edge, but he pulled his fingers away again just in time.

She writhed again. It was involuntary, but she assumed that only made it hotter for him.

“Do you want to come, Kirsten?”

She thought about playing coy or lying to hide the humiliating truth, but she couldn’t bring herself to risk further torment. He already knew anyway.

“Yes!” Her voice was husky, desperate. “Please let me come!”

The doctor’s next words shook Kirsten to her core, left the butterflies flitting in every direction in her tummy, and caused her pussy to clench the hardest it had yet.

“Naughty patients only get to come with a sore clit.”

“Please no, doctor, don’t spank my clit!”

“I’m not going to spank your clit, Kirsten, at least not unless you lie or disobey me again.”

“Then what are you going to do?”

“What did I just do to your stiff, sensitive nipples?”

“No, not that! Please don’t pinch my clit!”

“That’s exactly what I’m going to do, but first you’re going to ask for it.”

Kirsten really, truly did not want her clit pinched, let alone pinched hard. The idea sent shivers down her spine. But she also really, really, really wanted to come.

Those competing desires warred within her until the realization dawned that he was going to tease her as long as he needed to get what he wanted.

Knowing this was going to happen one way or another ended her mental argument, and in a quivering voice barely above a whisper she said, “Please, doctor… please pinch my clit hard.”

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