Page 124 of Brighter Than Gold

I took Reyah in my arms and brought her to the bed, laying her on her back and splaying her legs wide open.

“No, please!” she begged, trying to snap her knees back together.

In response to her pathetic plea, I pushed her legs back apart and took her into my mouth. Her hands came down in an attempt to push my face away.

“Hands off, or you will lose the privilege of being unbound,” I growled into her cunt. She raised them instead to her breasts and began kneading them, a pained expression still carved onto her face.

I wrapped my arms around each thigh and feasted on her. I devoured her wet, warm flesh until her hips went from bucking to escape me, to driving harder into me.

Within minutes she was both voiceless and breathless, and her release came with another small, satisfied gush against my tongue.

The poor woman was reduced to a pliant, simmering pile of contentedness and climax, loose limbs and nearly incoherent.

I stripped, and tossed my clothing onto the floor before rolling Reyah over to her side. I slunk down beside her and held her tightly into my chest. I rocked my erection against her, knowing I could come from just the pressure between us.

“I can’t Kas, I can’t go again.”

“You can, and you will.”

“No sir, please, I can’t!”

“You can, and I’ll prove it,” I said forcefully.

Reyah didn’t notice me slide open one of the doors in the headboard, she didn’t notice my hand as I snaked it along her chest.

“AH, FUCK!” Her eyes shot open and she cried out in pain.

“Don’t you fucking move, just breathe.”

She hissed her breaths through her teeth, and she looked down to see the clamp that pinched her nipple into a painful red point.

“Please…. Ahh!” Reyah writhed through the discomfort, balling and flexing her hands knowing she wasn’t allowed to touch the instrument.

The pain had quickly revived her, her once heavy lids squeezing and blinking with newfound awareness.

“Just another minute, then I’ll take it off,” I whispered to her. She nodded, fighting her body for control as my poor cock leaked onto her back.

Finally, her body stilled as it numbed to the pinch of the clamp.

“Does it still hurt?”

She shook her head. “Not as much.”

“Good, then I’m going to take it off, but when I do, the pain will return. And it will be worse.”

“What! Worse?” she choked.

“Three-two-”

“GODS, FUCK!” I pulled the clamp free and the return of blood rushing through her skin made her delicate nipples feel like white-hot fire. I ran my fingertips in light circles around her breast, slowly making my way to the center.

Reyah moaned painfully at the sensation until I danced a finger over the bruised flesh of her nipple. She sucked her lips behind her teeth and her stomach flexed.

“Better?”

“Yes, sir.”

Her hair was damp with sweat as I pushed and took from her body. But it was enough torture, for both of us. I lay her on her back and folded her knees up into her chest. Poised over her, the head of my cock just beginning to press in, I asked her; “Hard or soft?”

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