Page 69 of The Vipers' Vow

“Wait, don’t take her bra off just yet,” Saint orders.

He rushes out of the room and comes back a moment later holding a small box. It looks like a jeweler’s box, but when he opens it, two gleaming gold clamps sit inside, connected by a chain. Saint has been dying to clamp her amazing nipples for ages. It’s probably his biggest kink, even more so than his degradation fetish, and who am I to argue.

Zane pulls her bra down and lifts her gorgeous tits until they’re resting on top, a perfect offering for Saint. He licks his lips and leans in, flicking his tongue over one, and then the other nipple.

Vani jerks and moans, and my dick pulses. Our girl is as on edge as we are. We might never have had the chance to do this again. Now we do, and we’re all seemingly on the same desperate, aching page.

Saint licks her nipples until they’re hard and pointy, and then he takes the clamps out of the box and unscrews them. He places one around her left nipple first and tightens it until she whimpers.

“Too much for the first time?” he asks.

She nods, and he loosens it, just a touch. Then he plucks at her second nipple until it’s elongated, and he places the second clamp around that one.

I stare, my mouth watering as the clamps press her puffy nipples into an even longer shape. The pointy tips are begging to be licked, sucked, and bitten.

Zane reaches around her front and flicks the tip of one bud, and she gasps.

“Sensitive, pet?” I ask.

She nods, her pretty brown eyes locked on me as Zane flicks her nipple again and again.

The chain between the clamps hangs down on her chest, making a pretty bit of jewelry. But I know that chain can be used to lead her around by her nipples, and my dick pulses again.

“That’s not all I got,” Saint says. “I went and bought so many gifts for our perfectputain. We won’t use them all today, though. We’ll break you in slowly.”

He carefully unlaces her boots and pulls them from her feet.

She lifts her hips, allowing Saint to roll her panties down her thighs. Zane unclips the back of her bra and pulls off the rest of her dress so she’s naked except for the clamps, her legs apart, knees bent, pussy on display.

Saint grabs a cushion. “Lift that pretty ass for us, Vani.”

She does as he says, and he pushes the cushion under her so her hips are canted and her pussy is more exposed. Zane can’t see any of this, as he’s still got her leaning against him, but he kisses her neck and strokes her breasts.

Saint looks at me. “Why don’t you get her pussy warmed up, Lex? You’re the gentler of the two of us.”

I almost laugh at that. Like this, playing this way, I let Saint boss me around, but if he tried it out of the bedroom, I’d fucking flatten him. He’s the one who flatters, and flirts, and cajoles people out there in the real world. I have no time for that. I say what I think. God knows why or how we have this dynamic in the bedroom, but it works for me.

The aftercare bit is more understandable, as I used to be the one to dry their tears after Saint made them cry. This part of it, I don’t understand so much, but I’m far too fucking horny to look into it any deeper. I shrug off the momentary discomfort and take his place between Vani’s thighs.

I’m still protective of my injured hand, but there’s nothing wrong with my other one. There’s nothing wrong with my tongue either. I lower my face to her pussy.

Parting her pussy lips with my fingers, I gently lick her clit. She jerks into my touch, as if she’s been shocked. We’re all going to be such fucking sticky messes when we’re done if the tension in the room is any indicator.

I lick around her clit, the little nub perky but not as swollen as I want it to be. The heavenly taste of her makes me groan. She answers my groan with a whimper of her own and pushes her pussy harder into my face.

“Oh, God, Lex.”

I love that there are three men here, but it’s my name she’s crying out. Her fingers lace through my hair, trying to drive me closer. I almost stop, because she’s not in charge here, but I can’t. The taste of her is too good, too addicting, and I suck on her clit.

“That’s enough. I think she’s ready.” Saint moves in next to me, and I lift my head, my chin slick with her arousal. I don’t wipe it off, and instead lick my lips, wanting more of her. My cock is insanely hard, and it’s all I can do not to fuck her here and now.

Saint has something in his hand. It’s pink, an upside-down, u-shaped object. The u-part of it is ribbed, and then it ends with two straight pink stick-like parts. I look at it, confused. “What the fuck is that?”

“Labia spreader,” he says, matter of fact.

“What?” Ivani squeaks.

“It’s going to hold you wide open for us, so we can torture this pussy for hours. You won’t be able to close your pussy until we say so.” He flips the lid on some lube and pours it over the U part of the device, then squeezes it, making it narrower, before he inserts it slowly into her tight pussy.

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