Page 29 of The Bodyguard

He returns with two small purple-colored prong-like devices. Instinctively I sway away from him. I don’t know where he’s going to use them. Or how.

He comes to me and glances at my breasts. One of my nipples is still visible from when he scooped my breast out. It’s still wet from his mouth. The sight of it glistening makes my womb tug. The barely-there evidence of his teeth marks makes me wetter still.

He takes my nipple into his mouth and sucks. I sway and moan and he’s forced to wrap an arm around my waist to keep me still. He sucks until I’m swollen and agonizingly hard.

And then he does the unthinkable. He uses one of the prongs on my nipples, clamping it down. The shock of being clinched that way creates a pool of tears in my eyes and more wetness in my panties.

He scoops out my other breast and gives that nipple the same attention. Only this time I know what’s coming and I try harder to move away from him at the same time as I don’t want him to stop doing this to me.

By the time he clamps my other nipple, I’m a wreck. The lightning sensation coursing through me from my nipples have me sizzling in sweet torturous hell.

I’m whimpering and trying not to move, not to provoke any kind of prompt that would reignite the burning in my nipples.

But the pulse in my clit is unbearable with my thighs pressed together so tightly, the tips of my toes whispering against the tile. My wetness saturates my panties and I can’t do anything to stop it.

I’m set adrift when he moves away from me. But then I’m startled out of my mind when he cracks a whip in the air.

My skin turns red and he hasn’t even touched me yet.

“Say my name when you want me to stop,” he says from behind me and lands his first strike.

I forget how to breathe and then I’m struggling to catch up even while the second one lands. I bite my lip so hard I taste my own blood. My attempts to remain still to ease back on the sting from the clamps on my nipples are decimated.

I’m not sure if I’m sobbing out loud or crying softly in embarrassment. Liquid spreads into my panties. I feel the slickness coat my thighs. My nipples are swollen and beaded tight and painful.

I’m in sheer agony at the cost of the pain scorching the flesh on my ass and then seeping into every inch of my skin.

I’m heaving and wrestling with the need to beg him to touch me. I want him to take off my panties and make me come. I want him to stop. I don’t ever want him to stop.

I can’t deny the crucial fact that he doesn’t remove my dress. I’m fully clothed save for my shoes. The whip cracks against the fabric of my dress first before it reaches my skin, but I’m doubtful my dress rewards me with any protection.

The strikes continue. Harder. Yet every time the explosion of color behind my closed eyes changes so subtly that I’m not sure when it happened. The stinging burn morphs into a pleasant lull that sees me swaying into him instead of away from him.

My tears fall silently now. I’ve created a rainbow of bliss that seems to envelop me like a halo, a cushion against the whips from Kayne’s hands. But then I realize I created nothing. I walked into something that Kayne had already created for me.

It’s beautiful and empowering.

I’m dangling in the air, quietly sobbing my heart out but I’m transcended and I don’t know how this happened.

But just when I think I’ve reached the ultimate peak, I feel a slight tingle in my nipples. Then a vibration and then a full-on electric shock. My mind blanks and then detonates in a spell of chaos.

He’s controlling the clamps with a remote and sending me spiraling out into space at the same time as he’s whipping my ass. The combination for me is too mammoth to control. I give in. My body gives in.

I feel a gush of liquid drench my panties. I’m horrified when I feel it dribble down my thighs.

Oh God help me.

My clit is throbbing and yet it feels as if I’m orgasming.

“Kayne,” I cry out of desperation. But I don’t want him to stop. “Kayne,” I beg without shame despite the fact that I’m blood-red from embarrassment. “Kayne, please touch me.”

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