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Before she could ask about it, his hand skimmed up her ribs, flirted with the outer curve of her breast, and then his fingers danced up her armpit and the soft inside of her arm.She shivered in reaction, the skin in both places sensitive, almost ticklish.It distracted her from the question she was going to ask.

When he walked around behind her, crouching so he could knead his way up the back of her legs to her ass, she caught sight of the bed and what lay on it.

“Oh hell,” she breathed.“We have straitjacket.”

Master Vo nipped her butt, hard enough to make her jump.“Actually no, not straitjacket.Sleep sack.”

Oh.That sounded…better?Worse?Was he actually expecting her to sleep in that body-bag looking thing?

Master Vo stood, once more distracting her as he pulled her back against his body.

She dropped one arm so she wouldn’t bang him in the nose with her forearm; he took advantage of the moment, licking the top of her shoulder and up her neck to her ear.Then his hands were on her breasts, cupping, then kneading their full, bare weight.

She leaned back, loving the feel of him hard and solid behind her.

One hand skimmed down her belly and dipped between her legs.The first shock of his fingers against her naked pussy made her gasp and arch up into his hand.She was suddenly desperate for his touch, not for an orgasm—though of course she wouldn’t say no—but desperate to feel him touching her, possessing her thanks to the willing power exchange.

His middle and ring fingers glided between her labia, bumping gently over her clit at the top of each up-down stroke.His index and ring fingers settled on the outside of her arousal-swollen pussy lips.His hand on her pussy was firm and possessive.As if every part of her were his to hold, touch, pleasure, and hurt.

His other arm banded her torso as he pinched and rolled one nipple.

“Arm up,” he commanded, and she raised the hand she’d dropped, but this time instead of touching the back of her own neck, she stretched, sliding her fingers through his hair as he propped his chin on her shoulder.

“Master Vo, is it okay if I touch you like this?”

“Yes.”Two fingers kept up their smooth glide through the valley of her sex, the sloppy wet sound making it clear exactly how aroused she was.She breathed in time with the movement of his fingers.Inhaling in anticipation as his fingers slid towards her clit, moaning in pleasure as he gently caressed the sensitive sides of her clit, then finishing her exhale as his fingers reversed course, moving down to her entrance.

“I want you to come for me,” he murmured.“I want to feel you coming on my hand.”He slapped the underside of her breast a few times before rolling the nipple.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Remind me, what’s your safe word?”

“Pineapple.”

“Good.”He rewarded her with a vicious twist to her nipple, as he softly kissed the spot under her ear.The combination of cruelty and tenderness made her head spin.She gasped, fingers tightening in his hair.He made a pleased sound that rumbled against her neck.

His fingers shifted up, concentrating on her clit.Still using two fingers, he settled them along either side of her clitoris and rubbed in small up-down motions.

It was perfect, the touch of someone who knew their way around a pussy with tongue and fingers.Pleasure danced along her nerve endings, originating in her sex but felt all the way down to her toes which she curled against the hardwood floor, and up to her fingers, which formed fists in both her own hair, and his.

The orgasm felt heavy, as if the pleasure had density, pulling her down, and down, making her muscles tight.Her breathing was uneven as she held each breath for a moment waiting to see if this was it.If this was the second in which the orgasm would take her.Then she’d quickly exhale, only to repeat the process.

“Tell me,” he ordered against her neck.

“I’m close,” she breathed.“That feels so good, Sir.”

“I’m glad.Would pain push you over, or distract you?”

“Hurting my nipples will push me over, Sir.”

He switched breasts, gently thumbing her nipple for several breaths.When he gingerly gripped her with two fingers, Joni held her breath, waiting.

But Master Vo could wait too, and he waited until she relaxed before first pinching hard, almost vising her nipple between his fingers, and then twisting in sudden, sharp movement.

Pain lit up her tit, sending lightning bolts of sensation skittering down to her pussy.His fingers kept up their soft, relentless stroking, but now she felt it more acutely.The pleasure pain in her nipple heightened the sensitivity of her clit, and with her next inhale, the orgasm erupted inside her.If the building pleasure pulled her down, release shot her up.She was floating, flying, her muscles fluttering and clenching in time with her heartbeat.

He kept stroking her, even slower now, but it was enough to prolong the orgasm, until the point she was painfully sensitive and tried to curl on herself and close her thighs.

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