Bondage Buddies (Masters of Marquis #1) - Golden Angel Page 0,58

“Stand up, and we’ll continue the examination.”

Domi

If she’d been on fire before, she felt as if she was about to combust now. The sweet torment was becoming actual torture if she didn’t get to come soon. Hell, she’d been almost there just from rubbing her thighs together while Master Mitch fucked her mouth.

By ‘continue the examination,’ he’d better mean examining her pussy. Though it was no surprise, he’d gotten off first. The only reason it didn’t bother her was she knew he was going to make her orgasm multiple times tonight. Otherwise, she’d probably be pretty ticked off.

“Hmm, self-abuse to the breasts,” he murmured, cupping her breasts far more gently than she’d done. Domi blushed. She’d gotten a little carried away with her nipples, which were throbbing in protest. “Not bad, though. Let’s see how much more they can take.”

Trepidation swept through her, followed swiftly by arousal. There was always the small part of her brain that protested—that shouldn’t be hot—but she’d learned to ignore it. She liked what she liked, and she wasn’t going to apologize for it.

“Up on the table, Miss Ortiz.”

Curious to see what he had up his sleeve—with Mitch, it was never what she expected—Domi did as she was told. She did grumble a little when he spread her legs apart, putting them in restraints the same way he did her wrists, so she couldn’t rub her thighs together anymore, although it wasn’t like she was actually going to be able to get herself off that way. Probably. But putting pressure on her throbbing pussy had helped with some of the relentlessly growing need.

Which, she knew, was exactly why he’d taken that bit of relief from her. Sadist.

Squirming against her restraints, her eyes widened when he went to what she’d always thought was a closet-type cabinet on the side of the room and wheeled out an odd-looking contraption she’d never seen before. It looked like medical equipment… sort of.

“What is that?” she asked, her voice going up in a squeak. Rolling it next to her, stopping at her torso, Mitch’s lips spread in a wickedly sadistic grin.

“This is a heavy-duty vacuum pump, Miss Ortiz.” He picked up two large suction cups attached to the machinery by long, clear tubes. “For your breasts.”

“Holy fuck.” The words slipped out before she could stop them, her body cringing away. It didn’t matter she was also wildly curious about how they would feel—they looked scary, and she didn’t know what to expect.

Master Mitch’s eyes lit up at her reaction, full of happiness and growing arousal. A quick glance at the front of his pants confirmed he was already getting hard again, just at the idea of torturing her with the vacuum.

All tied up and unable to escape, there was nothing Domi could do but squirm as Mitch carefully placed the large suction cups over her breasts.

“Hold still, Miss Ortiz, or I may not be able to place these correctly,” he said sternly. Body throbbing, apprehension growing, Domi bit her lower lip and forced herself to remain still. Apparently satisfied with the placement, Mitch held them in place with one hand—his thumb on one, fingers on the others—and reached back to flick on the machine.

Domi gasped at the sensation, the tingling pull as the suction cups latched on to her sensitive flesh. It didn’t hurt and wasn’t a very strong pull, but she could see how it could get there.

“There are smaller suction cups for just nipples,” Master Mitch said conversationally. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see him sliding something on the machine, and the suction increased, making her arch her back in reaction. “I’ve ordered some for us to try sometime.”

Imagining that kind of localized suction made Domi squirm, but this time, Mitch didn’t scold her. He didn’t need to. The cups firmly latched onto her breasts, pulling them into the cups and making them look bigger. Her nipples stretched higher, being pulled along with everything else.

It felt odd but incredibly good.

“Oh!” She threw her head back against the table when Mitch made another adjustment, increasing the suction. Now it was beginning to hurt, in a good way, her breasts throbbing and pulsing in the cups, feeling swollen and tight. They looked even bigger, and the sensation left her panting and her pussy creaming.

“Good girl, Miss Ortiz.” Master Mitch smiled, moving away and leaving her with her breasts suctioned into the cups, body quivering with need. “Now, we’ll see how that goes while I examine the