Page 128 of Nicky and the Night Owls, Part One

He briefly showered me off, and I let him dry me off, too. At the sound of Hana on the stairs, I sank to my knees in front of the mirrors just like she had told me. I wasn’t in the habit of examining my body too closely, but I couldn’t help myself as I waited for her, noting the little rolls of my tummy and droop of my breasts outside the confines of a bra. The only time I ever really struggled with it was when I was in a changing room trying to find something to accommodate my waist-to-hip ratio. My body did the jobs I needed it to, for the most part, and I loved it. I only hoped it was up to whatever tasks Hana was planning for me.

I could clearly see Gabe behind me, just as naked as me, with his cock standing proudly. I hadn’t yet had the privilege of getting it inside me, but it seemed like tonight that was going to change.

I looked curiously at what Hana carried in her arms, but I couldn’t quite discern what anything was from this distance.

“There's my good girl,” she crooned. “Exactly where she's supposed to be. How do you feel about being tied up a little?”

The idea sent a thrill through me.

“Tony did a little bit with scarves at my apartment. I’m open to trying it again.”

“Good,” Hana purred. She set everything down next to me and held up a pair of leather cuffs. “Arms behind your back.”

I switched position, holding my breath as she wrapped the leather around each wrist and hooked them together.

“What colour is a collar?” She held up a slim piece of black leather with studs and ‘O’ rings.

“Green?”

She nodded and fastened the leather around my throat. The insides of both the cuffs and collar were soft and fuzzy, comfortable in a way I hadn’t expected. I shivered as she hooked a chain through a ring at the back of the collar and let it hang down my back as she maneuvered my wrists so that my elbows were at right angles with one wrist on top of the other. She hooked the chain onto the cuffs, and I quickly found that, if I let my arms drop, they pulled down the collar. Not uncomfortably so, at least not immediately, and I made a mental note to stay as still as possible.

Hana held up two little devices with bells hanging from the ends that I didn’t recognize.

“What are those?”

“Nipple clamps!” she said cheerfully.

My face burst into flames at her explanation.

“These ones are adjustable so you can have them as snug as you like. I’m going to put them on you now.”

I swallowed hard. “Okay.”

My breathing shifted from relatively calm to outright panting as she cupped one breast and fed the nipple into her mouth, teasing it to pertness with her tongue while I let out an embarrassing litany of moans. Hana's eyes glittered as she raised her head and put one of the clamps to my nipple.

“You let me know at what point it shifts to pain,” she ordered.

Staying still was a lot more difficult than I had anticipated. Every inch of me shook with the effort, and fire arced from my nipple down to my clit as Hana let the clamp close around me.

“Pause,” I gasped out.

Hana kissed me briefly. “Good girl.” She adjusted some spinning piece that held it exactly where I had said stop. The little bell jingled joyfully.

She focused on my other breast, and although that nipple was already perfectly at attention, she still swirled over it with her tongue until I was squeezing my thighs together. The clamp went on in the same manner as the first, and I squeaked out a stop when it became fractionally too much. Hana adjusted accordingly and then sat back to survey me.

The bells jingled with every breath. I focused back on Gabe's reflection and found him lazily stroking his cock as he watched the two of us.

Next Hana laid out a thick plank of plastic.

“What's that for?” I asked, just barely keeping it together.

“This.” She picked up a reasonably large dildo from the pile with a suction cup base and slammed it down onto the plastic so it stood upright. It was only marginally smaller than the alpha at my back.

“Oh god.”

“That's what you’ll be saying once I get you on it.” Hana grinned and fetched the lube bottle she had brought with her, squeezing some down onto the shaft. She spread it around and reached towards the crux of my thighs. “Open.”

I inched my knees further apart and groaned as she thrust her fingers into my slick center, leaning close so that she could bite my throat again above the collar. My body trembled. Soft curses tumbled from my lips, and I cried out a little when she withdrew her hand.

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