Page 38 of Broken Innocence
“Nipple clamps. Of a sort.”
“W-What?” Shock stiffens my shoulders as I study the pieces with new intensity. I wouldn’t call our lovemaking vanilla per se, but this is definitely a new development.
“How…” I clear my throat. “How do they work?”
“Shall I demonstrate?” A wicked grin suffuses his cheeks. “Strip, Butterfly, and I’ll show you.”
Blushing, I wiggle out of the dress I wore to dinner then unclip my lavender bra, which leaves me in matching silk panties. Luca reaches a finger out and traces a nipple that immediately stands at attention.
Removing one of the clamps from its velvet bed, he slides it over my nipple. The cool metal is quickly warmed by his fingers. “By pushing the eight together, I can control how tightly it clamps together.” He tests the binding, and I gasp at the sensation. “Instead of traditional clamps, these make it look like your nipples are pierced which is fucking sexy as hell.”
“And as close as I’m ever going to get to pierced nipples.” I shiver at the thought of needles so close to such a sensitive area.
“Trust me, I get it.” He glances up at me with a sheepish expression before pulling his collar aside to reveal the small cross on his chest. I noticed all of the Blackchapel Bastards have the same design somewhere on their person. “The guys like tomake fun of me, but I’m afraid of needles. It’s why I only have this tattoo as part of our brotherly bond. It was pure torture sitting through the session.”
I trace the black cross. “I’m happy to hear you’ve got at least one weakness.”
Luca’s confidence overwhelms me sometimes; it makes me second guess myself because I feel so inadequate when it comes to basic things.
Thanks Mom and Dad for such a strict and sheltered childhood growing up.
“I’ve got more than one, baby.” He adds the second clamp to my other nipple before licking the tip. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous. I’m going to fuck these tits and send these little butterflies flying.”
“I’m not opposed to the idea,” I whisper, willing to lay back and let him do it right now.
“My sweet, dirty girl. Always so willing to please me.” He eases my panties down my trembling legs then guides me backward to sit on the end of our bed. Kneeling on the rug, his hands grab my knees and spread my thighs apart. “But first let me eat. I’m hungry for dessert.”
His head dips to kiss along my inner thigh. Hot breath sends goosebumps raising along my skin, and I arch my back at the sensation, inhaling sharply.
Luca is too good at this. Attentive. Creative. And he only craves me. A miracle I still struggle to wrap my mind around.
My entire life I've considered myself average. Nothing special. No one has ever disabused me of that belief either.
Except for Luca.
I sigh as the wet tip of his tongue finds my clit and circles the aching button. My nipples swell with the pressure from the clips and the sweet tension he’s building in my pussy.
“Luca…” My head falls back. My eyes close. My focus narrows to Luca and his talented mouth.
“Mmm,carissima.” Luca’s teeth graze my clit, and I jerk at the slight sting. “My little Butterfly is so pretty when her cunt’s being eaten by her husband.”
Two thick fingers fill my empty channel and rub the spongy spot with a direct line to my clit. Crying out, an orgasm suddenly rises and crashes, and Luca’s growl of approval has more arousal seeping from me to coat his tongue and hand.
“Delicious.” Luca lifts his head high enough to suck on my engorged nipples before he rips off his shirt and pants. One hand falls to his cock and strokes the hard length. “Scoot a little further down, baby, so I can slide between those pretty tits.”
I immediately follow his instructions then cup my breasts to form a deep valley for his cock. The butterflies swing across my flesh in an erotic dance, and my breathing quickens at the sensation. It’s like he didn’t just lick me to completion a minute ago; my body is primed for more.
Luca climbs onto the bed and rubs the shiny head of his cock through the shadowy vee my breasts create. Precum slicks my skin, helping to ease the glide of his first slow thrust.
We both groan at the obscene picture his dark, throbbing cock makes against my pale breasts. I lick my lips and accidently lap at the purplish head, too.
“Fuck!” Luca shouts, jerking back for a second before plunging forward again.
This time I’m prepared and wrap my lips around the fat tip and suck until he shifts back. We continue this rhythm—Luca fucking my tits with increasing power, fulfilling his promise to make the butterflies on my nipples fly, while I suck and lick the sensitive head of his cock at the end of each thrust.
“How are you feeling, baby?” His raspy voice zings straight to my clit where he reaches back to test how wet I am, slamming his fingers into my rippling pussy.
“G-Good,” I whimper, desperate to satisfy him. Desperate to experience another explosive orgasm.
