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Tristan ordered me to the bed, telling me to get on my hands and knees. I suspected it was so I couldn’t see what was coming next, and I hated and loved that in equal measure.

When something soft and wet landed on my hole, I jerked forward. Tris was rimming me? Holy shit.

I moaned, involuntarily pushing my ass back against him. At my motion, Tristan’s magical tongue stopped, and I felt a finger flick against my already sensitive hole. “Fuck!”

“Naughty boy.” He pinched my right ass cheek, and I hissed at the pain. “You will stay still as I eat this delectable ass. Understood?”

I swallowed hard then nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good.” Then he dove back in, and soon, I was seeing stars. When he’d rimmed me in the shower, I’d come hands free. I wondered if I could again—

My Devil Daddy jerked back just as I felt the telltale tingle in my balls that said I was about to come. I’d asked him to edge me, hadn’t I?

Why had I asked for that again?

He smacked my ass, a sharp slap to my left cheek that had me struggling to stay still, then ordered me to my back. I complied, glad for the chance to give my knees and wrists a break.

“Now,” Tris started, climbing to his feet to stand over me at the foot of the bed. “We’ll need to give that sexy hole a little rest before we play with it any more, but I think there are some other things we can do first, right?” His smile was downright devious, and I shivered again.

“Yes, Devil Daddy.”

Tris chuckled darkly. “Oh, I will be, just wait.”

My dick hung heavy on my stomach, hard and wanting from Tris’s mouth on my hole. Since he hadn’t said I could watch him, I stared at the ceiling as he selected his first—or was it second after the enema?—implement of torture.

Then he spoke, and my eyes fell to meet his. “Today, you will pay for your mistake. I plan to use most of these things on you over the course of the day. Again, you will take what I give you without complaint, and the only thing you’re allowed to say unless you’re answering a question is your safeword. Am I understood?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. First, I’m going to decorate you up a bit. We haven’t played with those nipples, so I think it’s time they got some attention.”

My eyes went wide, just a little, before I could school my expression. Pain wasn’t normally my thing, and nipple clamps hurt. But as I was finding, I lived for any pain Tris wanted to dole out. If it was too much, I could always safeword.

But I doubted it would be too much.

Tris first pinched my left nipple, getting it hard enough to take the clamp. When he tightened it on my hardened nub, I cried out sharply. He simply rubbed the tip that poked through the clamp evilly and turned his attention to the other side.

I whimpered when clamp number two went on, and all the blood in my body rushed south, hardening my dick further until it stuck nearly straight up. It was fucked up this much pain was turning me on, right?

But with Tris, I was finding anything was possible.

Next, Tristan went back to the bathroom and returned wearing his jeans and T-shirt. Three items were in his hand, but I didn’t recognize them right away. I’d figured he had one, but three? What the hell else had he found in the basement?

I didn’t have to wonder long. He showed me each item as he laid them out on the bed: a silicone cock ring, a blindfold, and a long, thick leather string. I wasn’t sure how he was planning to use the last one, but butterflies swarmed in my gut as I considered it.

“We’re going to edge you today, Henry, in penance for your sins. You are not allowed to come at all. You may beg and plead and cry—in fact, I think I’d enjoy that immensely—but you will still not be allowed to come. You will take everything I give you in the meantime and be grateful for it.”

Shit, that was fucking hot. I nodded.

“Good. How are those nipples feeling?” He smirked, glancing down at them.

“They hurt, Sir. They hurt so badly.”

“Good.” His evil smirk had returned. “Unfortunately, we can’t keep those on all day. But they’ll be on long enough for you to remember them for the rest of the weekend.”

At that, Tris reached for the leather string, and my shoulders tensed.

“We don’t have all the proper toys, but we can make do with this.” Tristan wrapped one end of the strip around my massive full balls then looped it around the base of my hard cock as well—effectively functioning as a dual cock ring—and tied it loosely in a knot that could easily be released if done intentionally. Then he curled the other end around his wrist and tugged. I gasped, gulping in air.