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Toby let his eyes roam over me, sucking in his bottom lip. He points his head to the cross on the wall. “Stand over there,” he says with a raspy voice.
This time I listen to him, and I swish my hips when I walk and I position myself in front of the cross, getting my back to it and facing Toby. His brown eyes find mine, and while there’s a hint of his normal kindness there, he’s more distant than he’d be when he is Gil. He lustfully lets his eyes glide over my body, and gives me a side smirk.
“Not shy now, are we Ginny?”
“Absolutely no reason to be, Toby.”
He points his chin. “Arms up.”
As I open my arms, he gently grabs my wrist and starts pushing it inside a leather cuff that’s on the cross. He ties it, so I can’t move my arm, but it’s not too tight.
When he reaches over for my other hand to repeat the process, his mouth ends up right next to my ear. The feeling of his breath on my skin makes the hairs on my body stand up and give me goosebumps. Will there ever be a time where I get enough of playing with these boys? I sure as fuck hope not.
“Spread your legs now.” I can feel the moving of his lips on my ear. “Your safeword is Margarita. Say it, and we’ll stop, and we’ll go get a drink. But you’re not one to easily back down now, are you Ginny? I bet you can handle more than I think.”
“Give me your worst,” I say confidently, because apparently I’m now Ginny and I’ve lost my mind. Telling Gil, or Toby, to do his worst? That’s got to be an epically bad idea. I might even need that safeword. Then again, I think this man knows my limits better than I do myself, and I don’t think even roleplaying Gil will really hurt me. Right?
As he slides down, he slides his hands over my sides, over the rounding of my ass, down the back of my leg, until he reaches my ankle and ties that to the cross as well. Once my other ankle is tied too, I’m all spread out and vulnerable yet somehow I feel completely empowered.
He walks over to a cabinet on the far side of the room, as I take my time to check his ass out in those leather pants. He fumbles in a drawer and comes back with something tiny in his hands.
“What’s that?” Yeah, I’ve never been good when I’m curious about something. Anticipation could literally kill me, and I just need to know.
He opens his hand, and shows me. There’s two bobby pins there. My eyebrows come together, because, what the fuck? He doesn’t answer me though. He plants a kiss in that little spot above my collarbone, and kisses his way down to my breast. Once he has my nipple in his mouth, he twirls his tongue around it and I can feel it harden. He blows some air over it, causing another shiver to run down my spine.
Then, he clasps the bobby pin over my nipple, and I gasp. While I’ve been thoroughly enjoying the nipping and biting everyone has been doing at my nipples, they are kind of sensitive, and I bite my lip so I don’t respond. Ginny would be able to handle this, right? Toby raises one eyebrow to me as the corners of his mouth creep up as he puts one on the other too.
It’s enough to get me thoroughly aroused, though. The wetness between my legs feels cold being spread out like this, causing whole new sensations.
Toby walks back to the cabinet, opening another drawer. And then another. And another. Even though I’m very naked, albeit with two bobby pins on my nipples, I’m starting to feel like it’s very hot in the room.
He lays down the supplies he’s brought over on a little dresser right beside the cross, and I try to peek at what he has in store for me. Before I can see, he grips my chin with his thumb and forefinger, forcing me to look at him.
“Eyes on me.” There’s this edge to his voice again that I can feel between my legs. But I do it, I keep my eyes on him. No matter who I pretend to be or who I am, I’ll always want to give in to him.
We lock eyes, and the connection between us is one we can’t ignore no matter how many roleplaying is involved. I feel something cold going around my throat when he moves his hands to the back of my neck. As he pulls it tighter, I realize it must be some sort of choker. It’s tight, but not too tight. No tighter than his hands were when we started our breath play. When I swallow, I can feel it and somehow it does it for me. Knowing that I can hand over my control to him is everything.
He kisses me with his eyes open. You’d think it would be weird, but it’s hot.
When our tongues tangle, I can see something shift in the way he looks, and as a result I feel like I have all the control even while I’m literally strapped to a cross and can’t move.
The side of his thumb strokes over my nipple, and it’s more sensitive than I would’ve thought. A soft moan leaves my lips. Then the pressure on both my nipples disappears simultaneously, but before I can feel any relief, he puts something on them that really pinches. My eyes dart down out of automatism, but before I can see he grabs my chin again, making me face up.
“Those,” he says with his lips brushing over me, “are real nipple clamps.”
“Oh,” I manage to stumble out. His thumb grazes over the top of my nipple again, and I feel it everywhere. It’s right on the edge between pleasure and pain, and I learn right then it’s a line I like to learn how to walk on. Look at me, being a badass.
“These are the baby ones.”
Well, turns out I can’t handle pain just as expertly as I thought, I can just handle baby levels of pain.
He lowers his mouth to the mound of my breast, kissing them before he slowly licks the bud of my nipple. It’s tender and sends sparks through my body, but it’s a kind of pain I can get into. Especially in a setting like this, inhibitions be damned.
His hands wrap around me, finding my ass cheeks. He squeezes them. Not a gentle patting kind of squeezing, but real, handfuls of ass, bordering on pain kind of squeezing.
With his tongue twirling around my nipple, he spanks my ass, and I almost yelp. Then he goes back to massaging my ass. I’ve never realized I had so much booty to grab, but now that he’s firmly holding on to it I figure there’s enough to go around. And he’s being rough with it, which gets me all kinds of aroused.
Stepping back, he grabs a vibrator, turns it on, and gets back right in front of me. I try to wrap my arms around him, to hold him, but I’m stuck to a cross and it’s the first moment I really hate it. I like touching him, so not being able to do so when I want to sucks.
