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“Laney, I asked you a question.”He tugged on one of the clamps.

Pain-fueled pleasure made her go still.He tugged again, pulling gently at her breast.Laney went still, holding her breath.

“Laney, do you need me to stop?Do you need to use your safe word.”

“I think I’m going to come,” she whispered.

She was so turned on that the nipple stimulation just might push her over the edge.If he so much as breathed on her clit right now, there would be no stopping the orgasm.

“Oh?”Peter shifted so he was kneeling beside her, rather than above her head.He grasped one clamp in each hand, twisting them.

“Sir, Master, please, I’m going to?—”

He yanked the clamps off, pain flaring bright and hot at the tip of each breast.Laney’s back arched, her gasp loud and sharp.And her pussy pulsed, frantically clenching, the emptiness almost painful.

Peter’s lips closed over one nipple, sucking and licking, while he gently pinched and rolled the other one, his forearm braced across her stomach.

Now there was no question she was coming.Low swells of pleasure rolled through her.The orgasm wasn’t whole-body shaking intense, but rather softly pleasurable.

And unlike a normal orgasm, it didn’t leave her satiated and overly sensitive.She wanted, needed, more.

As the pleasure receded like the tide pulled back out to sea, Laney opened her eyes, watching Peter lick her nipple one last time before straightening.He continued to play with her other nipple, rolling it gently.The casually possessive and intimate touch felt delicious.

“You can come from nipple stimulation.”

“Apparently.”

“First time?”He looked smug.

Laney started to nod, but stopped herself.“Nope, happens all the time.”

“Really?”his lips twitched.

“Yep, I totally have orgasms from having my nipples played with, and those orgasms are normal orgasms not weird frustrating ones that leave me more aroused than I was before.”

Peter’s lips twitched.“More aroused?I’d better check on that.”

“With your tongue?”

If she could have, Laney would have slapped a hand over her mouth.The words had popped out before she had a chance to consciously think about them.Peter’s laugh was colored with surprise, and maybe a little delight as he stood.He picked up the tray with the towels and teapot on it, setting it on the couch while he dropped into the armchair.

“Actually, I had planned to test something with my mouth.”He poured no-longer-steaming water from the teapot into a bowl, then poured more water directly onto one of the towels.Picking up the towel, he pressed it against the inside of his own forearm, testing the heat.

“How’s your clit feeling?”He laid the folded towel over her pussy.

Laney swallowed hard, fighting a wave of pleasure.The warm soft towel felt wonderful against her sex, though she wished he’d press it harder against her so she could really feel it on her clit.

“Needy,” she whispered when she could talk.

He smiled.“Good.”Then he did press on the towel, and she moaned, her clit throbbing.

“But I’m not actually going to be playing with your clit right now.”

Peter turned back to the tray, picking up a white ceramic cup before pouring a small drop of water into it.

Laney watched as he swirled the shaving brush around in the cup, working up a lather.

“Shaving,” she breathed.

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