The bra joined the shirt on the floor. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of her leggings and underwear, peeling them down her body. Crouching, I was met not only with her pussy, but the delicious scent of her arousal.
A fissure of excitement split through me as I helped her step out of her leggings.
Conditioned.
Perfect.
Ripe for plucking.
I stood and reached for the mask, holding it up so she could see it.
“Pull your hair back,” I said, loosening the ties of the black leather.
She lifted her hair, but her eyes stayed fixed on the mask. I didn’t comment. I simply slid it over her face. The smooth leather fitted perfectly. Eyelets framed her nose. Her lips were left bare; everything else was sealed.
No sight.
Sound muffled.
I moved behind her and tightened the laces, finishing with a neat bow. I stepped back, circling her once. She licked her lips nervously but stayed silent.
I picked up the nipple clamps, pinching one open to check the silicone coating—then attached it without warning.
She hissed and stumbled.
I followed immediately.
“Don’t move, Ella,” I said, my voice sharper now.
She drew in a deep breath and nodded.
The second clamp dangled from the chain. I cupped her breast and fastened it to her other nipple. She reacted again—but this time she stayed upright.
“That’s better,” I said, giving the chain a gentle tug and watching her nipples stretch.“We’ve played before. This is different.”
“Beautiful,” I murmured.
I guided her to the end of the bed and placed her hands on the padded grey frame.
“Hold on,” I said.“Don’t let go.”
“Yes,” she gasped.
I pulled her hips back until her breasts hung low and her arse tilted up.
“Spread your legs.”
She did, stance wide—leaving herself open, exposed.
Everything was in place now.
The cameras.
Her.
All that remained was preparation.
I took my time. One finger first. Lubricant added before easing it in. When she tried to tilt back against me, I chuckled softly.
