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I shivered with shame, feeling my wetness drip down my thighs and my nipples pebble in the chilly breeze from the overhead fan. My blood pumped hotly beneath my skin, and I struggled to draw in air, each breath feeling more heated than the last.
“You bit me before, baby doll. What did I tell you was going to happen tonight as a result of that?” he asked softly. His tone may have been gentle, but I knew that beneath it all was something far more sinister.
I swallowed heavily.
“You said you were going to bite me in places far more sensitive than my lips,” I finally whispered, my voice hardly audible as I shifted nervously in front of him. My tongue darted against the place where he’d bitten me before, not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to hurt. It still ached just the tiniest bit, and for some reason, that caused a bolt of satisfaction to slice right through me.
“That’s right,” he replied, before taking his fingers and lightly pinching my nipples between them. His head lowered, before he took a hardened bud between his lips. I sighed softly as his tongue caressed my sensitive flesh, and I even pressed up into him as tendrils of pleasure cascaded down my body to center in my core. My hips rocked against his thigh, and I forgot to keepmy bound wrists above my head because the only thing I could think about was curling closer to him.
He growled softly and my pussy clenched hard, reacting almost viscerally to the sound of his displeasure. His tongue pulled away from my nipple and his teeth grazed against the hardened tip.
I should have been nervous about disobeying him so openly and so quickly.
But I didn’t know better.
He bit down on my nipple. Hard. He held the tender little bud between his teeth cruelly while I cried out beneath him. I squirmed and writhed, trying to avoid the painful sting of his bite, but nothing I could do would ease the sharp pain. When I felt tears starting to edge at the corners of my vision, he released my poor nipple. I breathed a sigh of relief, but his lips descended to my other nipple, quickly taking it into his mouth. I stilled, trying to prepare myself for what was to come. I knew it was going to hurt. I knew he was going to bite me there, but being aware of what was coming was almost as bad as not knowing at all.
“Please. Please don’t,” I whimpered.
It didn’t matter. He bit down on my nipple anyway, just as hard as he’d done with the first. The flash of pain was intense at first, and I cried out, sounds of desperate panic filling the room around us. He pulled his head back, dragging his teeth over the tip of my nipple, and I whimpered loudly until my breast popped free from his lips. Both tender buds throbbed, sore from both his kisses and his bites.
“That hurt,” I complained.
“I’m just beginning to hurt you,” he countered, and I quivered before him. “After all, you’ve already proved that you’re a disobedient little human in need of correction.”
“What?” I asked, furrowing my brow at him in confusion.
“Where are your hands supposed to be?” he questioned, and my core clenched into a tight little ball as I slowly realized what he meant.
“Over my head,” I answered finally, nervously fidgeting and biting my lower lip as I waited for what would come next. Time seemed to come to a stop as he turned his dark gaze on mine, dangerous promise hidden within its depths.
“What should happen to little girls who disobey their masters?” he asked next, and I felt my pussy grow even wetter than before.
“You’re going to punish me?” I asked, unable to keep the question from my voice. I sincerely hoped that meant he was about to fuck me, because I wasn’t sure how much more of this I could take before internally combusting from the heat blazing inside me.
Almost unconsciously, my hips rose and slid along his thigh.
“Your very needy little pussy is leaving a wet spot on my leg,” he murmured, and a soft cry escaped my throat. I could feel myself blushing furiously at his observation, and even though I hated that he could see right through me like this, I knew it was making my pussy even more soaked than before.
I would bet that he knew it too.
“Beg me to fuck you, and I might forgive your transgressions, just this once,” he said sternly.
As much as I wanted him to do exactly that, I wasn’t going to beg. I was above that. If he wanted to take me, that’s what he was going to have to do. There was no way I was going to ask for it. The more I thought about it, the angrier I felt. My upper lip rose slightly with my fury as I pulled my shoulders back and stared him right in the eye.
“No,” I growled.
I expected him to be angry, to slap me or say something cruel or try threatening me into submission, but he didn’t. Not then. Instead, he just took my nipples between his fingers and pinched them hard, twisting them back and forth roughly as he pulled them taut. I pitched forward in pain, but his thigh between my legs steadied me. At the same time, it also held me captive. He twisted my tender buds one final time, and I cried out in agony, before he finally released them.
My nipples throbbed hotly with pain, the lingering threat of his fingers lasting long after they left my skin. I continued to whimper as my breasts pulsed with arousal and the persistent ache of his cruelty. I had no doubt that they would continue to hurt for a while to come, but a shameful, twisted part of me kind of liked it.
He wound his arms around my waist and lifted me up off the floor. Then he put his foot up on the bed and threw me facedown over his thigh, leaving me balanced precariously in the process. I could only just reach the bed with my hands, so I tried to use them to steady myself by pressing my palms down because I really didn’t want to fall on my face. I tried to keep my legs together, but it was harder to balance, leaving me with no choice but to allow them to splay apart.
No doubt leaving him with a rather spectacular view of my soaked pussy.
I shivered with need. I hoped he was going to touch me. I wanted him to press his thick fingers inside me. I also wanted those very same fingers to play with my clit.
Honestly, I just needed to orgasm so badly that I ached for it.
