“I want your cock.”
He looked up. “Not so fast. I want your body, too, but I plan on savoring every inch of you first.”
She groaned at his torture. He used his index finger and traced the line of her panties as it disappeared into her crack. She clenched as she imagined the glory that was sure to come when Dante impaled her.
He abruptly stood. “Didn’t Trax teach you anything about clenching?”
She searched her mind. “I can’t remember.”
He shook his head and led her over to the spanking bench. Knowing how much she liked the glory that followed the pain, she gladly knelt. This time, she bent over the leather top and let her tits hang over the lip.
“This has to go.” He first untied her hands then unhooked the back of her bra. “I was so excited that I wasn’t thinking about this. Maybe you shouldn’t wear one.”
“I’m not showing a house with my nipples popping through my top.”
“I bet you’d sell a hell of lot more houses.”
She shook her head not able to come up with an appropriate response.
He dragged the straps down her arms and dropped her bra on the floor. He stepped away from the bench and walked to the back wall. “You’re going to like this.”
He tore open the package, dropped the cardboard on the floor, and returned. He waved what looked like pink clothespins.
“What are they?”
“These, sugar, will be something you’ll want to have in your arsenal for all time. I know I should let you rest at least a week before trying these, but I won’t leave them on long.”
He knelt in front of her and tugged on her nipple. She gasped from having the sharp clamps on her tits the night before. When he placed the clips on the ends, the pain took her breath away, but at same time made her pussy clench and spew her juices. He added the other one and tears formed in her eyes.
She was about to touch one when he pulled back her arms and retied them. The pressure intensified the ache. He returned to the front and moved a dial on the clamps. Oh, my God. They began to vibrate, and she almost asked him to take them off.
Dante walked behind her. “You’ll get used to them. Just breathe.”
Easy for him to say. He moved toward the door, but when she twisted around, she couldn’t see what he was doing. He returned a half a minute later.
He tapped her ass with something hard.
“What is that?”
“Sugar, no more questions.” Now he sounded like his control freak brother.
He slapped the narrow piece of wood across her ass.
“Ouch.” She was positive a welt formed.
He rubbed her ass. “Was that too hard?”
“Maybe a little.”
The next whack seemed twice as hard. Between her nipples being painfully manipulated and her ass stinging, she was near to tears. What she thought was a ruler hit the floor, and his cupped hand spanked her. Somehow, a miracle occurred and the pain finally morphed into wild contractions racing down her body.
He reached around her tits and shut off the vibrations. “They’ve been on long enough.”
When he pulled them off, another wave of pain slammed into her. She only had to wait a few seconds for the ecstasy to take hold.
“We need to adjust you, sugar.”
“I thought I was getting your cock.”
“Trust me when I say you will be on the receiving end momentarily, but I don’t think you’re excited enough.”
Was he kidding? Her panties were totally drenched. He lifted her off the spanking bench and led her over to the massage table. Without the use of her hands, it would be hard to sit on top.
Dante must have sensed her dilemma because he lifted her up and set her down. Her ass burned, but she wanted his cock too much to complain.
“Let me readjust those bindings. It can’t be comfortable to lay on them.” He undid the ties, and when he lifted her arms, her nipples rebelled. Then he tied her hands above her head.
“Ahh.”
“You got sore nipples, sugar?”
He’d planned on doing this all along. “No.” She couldn’t help but be defiant.
“Great. Now I can suck on them to my heart’s content and know you won’t be uncomfortable.”
Wait until she sucked on his cock. He’d be sorry.
“Can’t have these on, can we?” He tore down her panties and slipped them over one leg.
Just like Trax, he unhooked the clamps on the table and opened her legs wide. Once more, he disappeared making her more desperate with each minute that passed. He returned with more rope.
“Don’t need you trying to wrap your legs around me when I’m trying to drink in your juices.”
“I won’t move.”
He laughed. “You got that right.”