“You have such beautiful legs.” His voice was quiet, but she heard him perfectly clearly. “And they lead all the way up to an exquisite cunt.” Isobel gasped as his crude wording made her clit pulse in response. “I’m going to enjoy using you for my pleasure, Isobel.” She moaned again and raised her hips up ever so slightly off the desk, trying to reduce the distance between his fingers and her pussy.
“Do not try and make me doing something that I’m not ready to do!” Tyler’s words were accompanied by a sharp smack to Isobel’s left breast, resulting in a surprised yelp from her startled mouth. “If I wanted to touch your cunt, I would. Understand?”
“Y-yes, Sir”
Her reward made her forget to breathe all over again, as he patted her pussy with the palm of his hand. “Good girl.” Tyler then continued his journey of exploration of her body as his hand made its way up over the flat plain of her belly and around to her hip. “I love how womanly you are. I hate women who are so skinny that all you can feel is bone.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Isobel’s voice wasn’t quite a whisper, but it wasn’t far off.
“And these,” He cupped a huge palm around the orb of her tit, his thumb and forefinger tweaking a nipple and making her gasp, “Are delectable.” Isobel moaned as he pinched the pebbled peak again. “Ah, does my little slut like that?”
“Y-yes, Sir.” She gasped when he did it again. “V-very much so.”
She heard Tyler’s footsteps move away again, and strained once more to try and hear what he might be doing. She turned her head in the direction he had taken, but still couldn’t make anything out, try as she might. She didn’t have to wait long for him to return, and once again she felt the warmth of his hand on her breasts as he massaged first one tit, and then the other, pinching and tweaking at her nipples until they ached in the most delightful way, sending a frisson of awareness to her clit and making it throb.
Her gasps of pleasure soon changed, however, when she felt the coldness of something foreign to her up against the tender skin, and then a sharp pain as whatever it was was clamped down on her erect nipples. “Owww!”
“Shhh. The pain won’t last for long. You’ll get used to the feel of nipple clamps, and the pleasure you’ll feel when I remove them will be intense.” He paused for a brief moment. “Do you need to use the safe word, Isobel?”
The initial pain had already subsided, and Isobel knew that it was nothing that she couldn’t handle. “No. I’m fine.” Her voice was breathless, but confident.
“You’re such a good girl.” The warmth she heard in Tyler’s voice overrode any discomfort she had felt and made it worthwhile. Then she felt the coldness of another clamp touching her other nipple, and tensed up all over again. This time the pain wasn’t quite so bad, and Isobel wasn’t sure if it was because she knew what to expect this time, or if her brain was already acclimatizing to the feeling. Either way, she gave a quick sigh of relief.
Her relief was short lived, however, when she heard the unmistakable sound of a match being struck. Was he going to burn her? In a panic, she started to struggle, pulling on her restraints with absolutely no effect other than to tighten them further.
“Banana! Banana! Bananaaaa!”
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Chapter Five
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Isobel was yelling the word loudly, praying that he would live up to his word and stop what he was doing. She didn’t want to be burnt, she really, really didn’t.
She felt the blindfold being lifted from her eyes, and she blinked a couple of times to let her eyes adjust. “It’s okay, Isobel.” Tyler was trying to soothe her. “Shhh. Calm down, darlin’.” His hand stroked her hair and her breathing slowed down to something resembling normal as she looked up into his face.
“I d-don’t want to b-be burned,” she whispered, the fear still very evident in her voice.
Tyler looked as shocked as he felt. “Oh, baby. I would never do something so horrible to you.”
Isobel hiccupped around a sob that escaped. “B-but I heard a m-match.”
“I was just lighting a candle, Isobel. I’m going to use the wax, but never, ever would I use a flame on you. Why on earth would I want to mar your perfect skin and cause you pain like that?” All the while he’d been talking, his hand had been stroking back her hair, and as Isobel’s fear receded she found that she liked the feeling of being petted. She really liked it.