Bondage Buddies (Masters of Marquis #1) - Golden Angel Page 0,39
wrists in the leather cuffs on the end, then pulled her arms over her head. She was naked from the waist up, arms stretched upward, and already feeling squirmy. Being restrained, knowing she couldn’t go anywhere, allowed her to relax in her bonds.
Like yesterday, she was trusting Mitch to take over, but instead of trusting him to handle all the hospital stuff, she was waiting for him to make her feel good, to pleasure both of them.
After he tortured her a little, of course.
“Very pretty,” Mitch said, giving one of her nipples a little pinch. Domi squeaked in reaction, the tiny bite of pain only a fraction of what she craved. “But I think they could use more decoration.”
Yes, please, and thank you.
Instead of getting right to it, Mitch cupped her small breasts in his hands, leaning down for another kiss as he fondled her. Domi moaned against his lips, rocking forward and thrusting her chest into his hands. He dug his fingers into her flesh, trapping her nipples between his thumbs and palms, squeezing them tight enough, she whimpered. The little buds throbbed in his grip, craving more.
The increasing discomfort made her squirm even more, her pussy creaming in anticipation.
Pulling away from hers, he bent down to kiss the budded tips. Long fingers plucked and twisted one nipple while his teeth and lips pulled at the other. The sensation shot straight through to her core, leaving her writhing against him. She pressed her thighs together as her pussy pulsed needily, hungry for stimulation. Mitch switched breasts, going back and forth between them until she was whimpering from the need growing inside her.
“Master Mitch, please,” she begged—she knew he liked it when she begged. “I need more.”
With a chuckle and one last little nip that made her gasp, Mitch straightened and went over to where he’d left his bag. Her body hummed with anticipation of whatever toy he was looking for.
Mitch
Damn, he wanted Domi bad. After playing together for so long, they knew just what the other liked, and he knew she was pushing him a little by begging. She wasn’t trying to top from the bottom exactly, but she knew he would give her more of what she wanted if she begged. Was it his fault she sounded so nice when she was whimpering and pleading?
Picking up a nasty pair of clover clamps and an adjustable spreader bar with ankle cuffs, Mitch returned to his beauty-in-distress. Her dark eyes lit up when she saw what he was holding.
Such a sweet little pain slut. His cock twitched, throbbing against the inside of his leathers.
Unfortunately, it was going to have to wait. One thing about kink—there tended to be a long build of anticipation, but the payoff was always worth it.
Cupping her breast in his hand, Mitch looked into Domi’s eyes as he closed the silver clamp on her tightly budded nipple.
“Take a deep breath,” he instructed her. The look she gave him made him chuckle. By this time, she knew what to do.
Not breaking eye contact as the pain hit her, he watched her pupils dilate in response to the clamp’s harsh pinch. Just as quickly, he closed the second clamp over her other nipple and let the chain hanging between them drop. Domi keened a high-pitched moan that left her panting as she adjusted to the pain.
Mitch watched every nuance of her expression, every shudder of her body, his own arousal climbing as he watched her take the pain for him and turn it into her own personal pleasure. If he dipped his fingers between her legs, he knew he’d find her soaking wet, but she’d like that, so instead, he teased her even more by dropping to his knees in front of her and attaching the cuffs of the bar to her ankles. Then he pushed them apart, and Domi sighed. She’d been pushing her legs together, trying to get a little stimulation.
Looking up from his position, he enjoyed the view of her slick pussy and the silver gleaming around her crushed dark red nipples. He reached up and gave the chain a little yank, making Domi squeal. Clover clamps were fun because they tightened every time they were pulled on. They also couldn’t be left on for too long for the same reason, so he’d better get on with it.
“Was it your fault Ana got hurt?” Mitch asked, getting to his feet.
Domi hesitated, and he tugged on the chain again, hard enough to make her yelp.