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“Take your top off,” he demanded.

“Oh man, oh man,” she muttered as she whipped off her t-shirt. She wasn’t wearing a bra. He leaned in and took her nipple into his mouth, suckled on it.

She cried out, her pussy tightening around his fingers. Oh, his baby liked having her nipples sucked. He moved to the other breast and lapped at her nipple with his tongue.

“Lie back, arms behind your head. No moving.”

With a whimper, she did as he said. She was laid out on the counter like a feast waiting for him to sample. He slipped his fingers free and she cried out. “No, please, Sir!”

“You still haven’t told me what you need. There’s going to be some punishment for that.”

“No...wait...I’ll tell you!”

“Too late, sweetheart. Lie exactly there or I’ll introduce you to the hairbrush.” He strode to the curtains and pulled them. The door was locked already, but he didn’t want anyone approaching and seeing his naked girl. That sight was for him and him alone. His possessiveness was raging. He knew it was highly unlikely he would ever take her to a club. Or if he did then he wouldn’t allow her to strip down.

Not that he could see her being okay with that anyway.

He raced up the stairs and grabbed his bag. Even though he’d just had her a few hours ago, his body was pumped with adrenaline and his cock pressed demandingly against his jeans. He also reached into the back of the closet for another bag. This had things he’d especially bought for her. Time to see how his baby reacted to having her bottom played with.

He walked back downstairs to find her exactly in position. Hmm, he was going to have to buy some pretty clamps for her nipples, maybe with some stones that matched her hazel-colored eyes.

He set the bag on the floor. Reaching into it, he grabbed a blindfold and slipped it over her head. “What’s your safe word, sweetheart?”

“Tutu.”

“Very good. Use it if you need to. Don’t worry, I’m not going to do anything that will cause you pain. But some things will feel a bit different. I want you to keep your hands above your head, okay?”

“Yes.”

“That’s my good girl.” He grabbed a bottle of lube and the anal plug as well as a Wartenburg wheel. Then he strode to the fridge and scooped some ice out, putting it in a small bowl that he sat on the counter next to her. “Time for some sensation play. Feel this?” He ran the wheel down the inside of her arm.

“Y-yes?”

“Hurt at all?”

“No, Sir.”

“Good.” He ran it down her other arm. “You tell me if that changes.” He ran it across her chest then up one mound. She stiffened as she realized what was coming but then groaned as he lightly ran it against her nipple.

“Sir!” Her nipple was stiff, peaked.

“Like that?” he asked.

“Yes,” she cried as he moved to her other breast and did the same. After the wheel did a pass over her nipple, he leaned down and lapped at it with his tongue.

“Oh! Oh!”

He grabbed a piece of ice and placed it in his mouth then suckled on her nipple again. She half-sat with a scream. “Oh God!”

“Lie back,” he said in a low voice, pulling back until she obeyed him. “If you can’t keep still, I’m going to have to tie you down. And that will make this torture go longer.” He ran the wheel across her other nipple, then took the hard tip into his cool mouth.

“Sorry, Sir. Sorry.”

“It’s okay, baby. You’re trying, I know.”

Another piece of ice went into his mouth. The wheel ran down her soft stomach, pouchy, huh? He remembered the derogatory word she’d used and didn’t like it one bit. So he paid particular attention to her tummy, running the wheel back and forth and chasing it with cool licks of his tongue.

Her soft cries filled the room, her hips rising and falling as though she was begging him to get to the finale. He would. But in his own time. He ran the wheel across her bare mound, then the top of each thigh. Another piece of ice in his mouth, but this one he crunched down on before he spread her lower lips and drew her clit into his mouth.