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The sharp impact of his palm against my bare ass makes me yelp—jolting forwards. But Caleb has his other hand hooked over the chain between my clamps: It pulls taut, tugging hard at my nipples.
“Oww!” I yelp, caught on the knife-edge between pleasure and pain. I clench automatically around the globe and feel a shudder of tantalizing sensation.
Caleb steadies me, and the pressure subsides, but I’m left gasping from the sting—in my nipples, and on my ass.
“So what’s it to be, Miss Nichols?” Caleb asks, his voice still run through with steel. “Will you be a good girl?”
I nod, breathless, totally at his mercy. God, yes. I’ll be a good girl for him if I can taste pleasure again.
If I can taste him.
“Now, it’s time for you to earn your pleasure.” Caleb says, placing a steady hand on my shoulder. “Now, it’s time to show me exactly how much you want to please me.”
He presses down, guiding me to my knees, and I go willingly. Eagerly. Already my mouth is watering at the thought of touching him again. Getting to feast on his incredible body.
I kneel between his thighs, unbuttoning each one of the buttons, very slowly, on his shirt. He watches me do so without a word, but I can see his desire written on his face—and in other places, bulging just a few inches away. That’s why I take my time, being careful when I open his white dress shirt, baring that gorgeous, caramel-colored chest. I skim my fingers lightly over his skin, pulling the fabric open. As I do, I plant chaste kisses on each of his nipples—I can’t resist—and feel him let out a shuddery breath.
He likes it.
The weight of the globe seems to get heavier inside me as my desire grows. I long to touch myself, and relieve some of the exquisite pressure, but I know that Caleb hasn’t commanded it, so I concentrate on removing his heavy cufflinks, taking special care over the undoubtedly expensive watch that he wears over one exquisitely muscled, masculine forearm.
I fight back the urge to just rip his clothes off. My needs don’t matter. All that matters is what he desires. And how I can please him.
Because I want desperately to please him. To earn that release he promised.
To discover the unknown terrain of my pleasure.
I tug down his pants, reaching into the warm confines and finding the waistband of his boxer briefs. He lifts his hips, allowing me to pull them down, and his cock, already gloriously hard, springs free.
God, he’s delicious.
I lift the weight of his cock, feeling it in my hand, and as I lean forward, he hooks a finger around my nipple chain and tugs.
I moan aloud, pressure spiraling through me, exquisite and sharp.
“Suck me,” he orders with a growl.
I lean in willingly, lapping at the straining head and swirling my tongue up and down his glorious thick shaft.
He tugs again, sharp. “I said, suck me.” Caleb’s voice is thrillingly stern. He keeps up the pressure, pulling my nipples tight until I have no choice but to lean over and take his cock into my mouth.
“Fuck, yeah…”
He keeps up the pressure on the chain, sensation shooting sharp through all my nerve endings as I suck him deeper. I must meet his approval because he releases the tension on my nipples, moving his hands to the back of my head instead, guiding me down his shaft, setting a new rhythm, controlling my movements.
“Fuck, your mouth is a miracle,” Caleb groans, thrusting up against me. “So wet, so perfect.”
I moan, drooling around him.
“Take it deeper.” He orders, “Every fucking inch.”
His hands tighten, holding me in place as he starts to thrust up into my mouth.
Fuck.
It’s overwhelming, and I whimper against him, mouth wide, struggling to accommodate his thick girth. My thighs are pressed together, the weight of the globe pressing down inside me, the flicker of pleasure there not enough to satisfy, not even close. I shift, getting desperate, the coil of tension driving me crazy, building just out of reach.
Caleb’s breathing grows erratic, hips pistoning faster as he fucks my mouth, taking his pleasure so completely it’s all I can do just to let him.
