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“Now the brassiere,” he instructed.
She reached behind herself to pop the hooks, the motion further straining her sensitive nipples against the cotton.
The bra snapped open, freeing her breasts. She gasped at the sudden sense of release. Tension began building in her pussy, hot and eager for a different kind of release.
If she’d been pleasuring herself, she’d have one hand inside her panties already, following up the feeling with some long, hard stroking. That she couldn’t touch herself there, constrained by her agreement to follow Giacomo’s commands, only increased the trembling need between her legs.
She snatched her bra away and tossed it to the floor, exposing her breasts in all
their swollen, hard-nippled glory. Giacomo breathed deeply, as if he could inhale her arousal. Judging from how wet her panties were, he probably could.
“You are beautiful. Ripe and red, like two pomegranate seeds atop the velvet skin of twin peaches. If I were touching you, I would taste you now, taking each of your nipples into my mouth. Licking. Sucking. Scraping your sensitive flesh with my teeth.”
Sam moaned, arching her back to offer her breasts to him. She wanted his mouth on her, to feel the sweetness of his tongue and teeth caressing and possessing her. She wanted him, but feared him more.
Giacomo sighed, deeply and theatrically. “Alas, I am not touching you. So you must put your fingers in your mouth, two fingers, and lick them then swirl your wet fingers around your nipples.”
She put her fingers in her mouth, slipping them over her lip and swirling her tongue around them, sucking and drawing her fingers deeper into her mouth as if it were his cock between her lips. She slicked her fingers in and out twice then put her wet fingers on her nipple and squeezed.
Her fingers were hot and wet, just like his mouth and tongue would be. Sam put her head back and moaned. With one finger to either side of the nipple, she rotated her hand.
“Harder,” Giacomo ordered. “And do the other one.”
Sam whimpered softly, squeezing her nipple hard enough to spangle her vision with stars. Her pussy pulsed with need. She sucked her other fingers, one fast thrust into her mouth, then grabbed her other nipple and twisted.
She rose onto her knees, hips tilted forward and head back, a low groan torn from her throat.
“Undo your slacks. Take them off and your panties as well.”
She considered ignoring the low growl of his voice. Her fingers felt so good on her nipples. Another few sharp tugs and twists should send her over the edge.
“Stop! Take your hands away from your breasts.”
She opened her eyes to see him glaring at her, his fists planted on his hips. She’d failed to please him. A tremor of fear rippled through her, dousing her arousal, and she dutifully dropped her hands.
Realizing what she’d done, she tilted her chin up and squeezed her nipples again, although it didn’t feel anywhere close to as good as it had a moment ago. This wasn’t supposed to be about pleasing him. It was about pleasing her and she’d better start remembering that.
“No. I like touching my breasts.”
His gaze dipped to her nipples, peeking out between her damp fingers. A hint of a smile softened his stern features.
“As I like seeing you touch them. But how can I prove to you that following my commands will bring you pleasure unless you do as I tell you?”
She blinked. Right. That’s why he was ordering her around. For a moment, he’d sounded like—
“I forgot.”
“Obeying my orders was bringing you pleasure then?”
Sam’s face heated, recalling the abandon with which she’d touched herself. “I’m sure you could see that for yourself.”
“I want to hear you say it.”
“Yes, obeying you was giving me pleasure.”
A hot thrill went through her at the words, once again tightening her nipples and spiking low and hard in her pussy. This time when she squeezed her nipples, she felt the throb of swollen flesh between her legs.
Sam groaned. That’s why it hadn’t felt as good before. Touching herself wasn’t what was turning her on. Touching herself for him was doing it.
