I smile. I don’t know why she continues to be shy and innocent, but I’m going to fix that. I turn my back to her once again and head toward the door.
“Please, Haidyn.” She gasps, her voice growing desperate. “Please fuck my mouth.”
I stop and turn back to face her. She’s scooted forward, her knees now over the drain in the center of the room. I don’t even think she’s noticed it yet.
Her chest rises and falls quickly with each breath. “Please, sir.” I arch a brow at that. “Please let me please you.” She licks her lips before parting them in an open gesture.
Such a quick learner.
I walk back to the other side of the room and unlock one of the cabinets. I have them stocked with everything I plan on using. I pull out the two things I want, then lock it. Walking behind her, I order, “Try to pull your elbows behind your back.”
She takes her wrists that are tied down to her upper thighs and bends her elbows the best she can, pushing them behind her.
Kneeling, I place one end of the chain on the ring that connects to the cuff that’s above her elbow, then secure the opposite end to her other elbow.
She groans, trying to yank on them but the chain that runs across her back stops her from dropping her arms to her sides, keeping them bent in place.
I return to the chair and sit down in front of her. “That’s more like it.” I reach out and grab her breasts. Locking her arms in place pushes her chest out. Taking her hard nipples between myfingers, I pinch them, pulling her toward me, and she cries out. Letting go, I slap them.
Her moans fill the room, and I pick up the other accessory I grabbed from the cabinet. I take her left breast and place the clamp on over her hard nipple, loving the way her breath hitches. She rocks her hips back and forth while kneeling. I bring the chain through the silver ring in her posture collar and then connect it to her other nipple.
She cries out, and I love the way it sounds. “Every move you make, you’ll feel the pinch as it pulls on your nipples.”
She gasps, lips parted, her body involuntarily jerking as she tries to ease the discomfort. I unzip my jeans and pull out my cock.
I spread my legs, and her wide eyes fall to my pierced dick. My brothers and I all have the same piercings. A Jacob’s ladder with the Saint’s cross—two barbells through the head to make it look like a cross. We’ve had them for about four years now. It was once a punishment. We kept them as a reminder that we’re no one’s bitch.
I stroke it while watching her, and excitement bubbles in my body. I haven’t been this turned on in a long time. “Suck my cock, Charlotte. Show me how much you want it.”
She sniffs, bending forward, and her tongue darts out to lick the precum. “Eyes on me while I fuck you.”
Opening her bloodshot eyes, she looks up at me through her lashes. She wraps her lips around the head of my cock and sucks the tip. Her mouth feels so fucking warm it takes my breath away. It’s been a while since I’ve been excited about sex. It’s been a job for so long. Something I need to get off. This is for pleasure.
She whimpers around my dick, and I know it’s because of the nipple clamps pulling tight at her movements. Her shoulders shake, and she tries to reposition herself while she kneels on the drain.
I gently brush the hair off her tear-streaked face and gather it at the back of her head, gripping it painfully. She parts her lips wider with a gasp. “I’m going to show you how I like it.”
I push her forward. It’s going to be awkward with the posture collar on, but I’m not taking it off. “Open wide and stick out your tongue.” She acts like she’s never had a dick in her mouth before. But I get it, every guy likes something different, and I’m willing to train her to know what gets me off.
She does as she’s told, and her body trembles in my hand.
I hold my cock and guide her mouth down onto it. She begins to suck my shaft as I slowly move her open mouth up and down, allowing her saliva to get it nice and wet. “Look at you being a needy slut.”
She closes her eyes slightly, and I pull her head back and slap the side of her face, making her cry out. “Eyes open, doll face,” I remind her. “Look up at me. I want to see you cry while you gag on my dick.”
She whimpers around my cock, and it makes her throat constrict. A groan escapes my lips, my hands tightening in her hair. “That’s it.”
CHARLOTTE
Pain…lust…heat…drool…pride…
So many thoughts are going through my head right now. I can’t move, and I can barely breathe. He’s so big. And the metal…it fills my mouth, runs along the roof of my mouth and tongue. I try to open wider so the piercings underneath his shaft don’t hit my teeth.
The collar restricts my breathing, and my nipples feel like they’re being ripped off. I look up at him through watery eyes,and he throws his head back, his hand holding my hair while my head bobs up and down.
When he hits the back of my throat, I gag, and his throat works as a deep growl comes from his lips. It’s the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.
“Fuck, Charlotte. That’s a good whore.” He’s breathless.
