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He let loose a hard laugh. Such honesty and purity. Fuck, this girl could keep him awake at night.
“Well, let’s see how mad I can make you.” He brought the small, spiked wheel to her left arm. “Just a bit.” He pressed the spikes into her creamy skin. Keeping the tension even, he rolled it up her arm to her elbow.
She jerked her arm, but she wasn’t getting away.
“See? Not so bad.” He lifted the wheel and repositioned himself, switching the vibe into his other hand over her pussy so he could better access her breasts.
“Wha—What are you doing?” She tilted her head when he touched a spike to her nipple.
“Nothing yet,” he assured her, then moved the vibe back onto her clit.
She cried out and threw her head back. The hooks jangled louder as she jerked against them.
“How about now?” He pressed the wheel into her nipple and rolled over her areola while twisting the vibe into her pussy.
She screamed, and no music he’d ever heard in his life compared to the sounds her pain brought out.
“So pretty,” he said, though he doubted she could hear him over her panting.
“James!” She twisted her hips, trying to get his hand away from her.
“Yes?” he asked, dipping his head beneath her to see her eyes. Glossy and wet, but nothing signaling danger.
“It’s so much.” She sucked in a long breath.
“I know, baby, but you can do it.” He rolled the wheel backward over the same nipple, and she tensed. “Color, Sandra. Give me your color.”
She took a few deep breaths, her chest heaving. “Green.”
“Really green or more yellow-green?” He poised the wheel over the second nipple.
“Too green,” she admitted as if she were confessing to a mass murder.
He kissed her forehead.
“Good.” He pocketed the wheel, then shoved the vibrator into his back pocket. The vibrations carried through his entire ass, but he had something else to do.
“Nooo, not those.” Her whine stroked his cock as easily as her hand could.
“Yes, these.” He pulled the clamps from his shoulder and made quick work of getting them back in place, careful not to put them in the exact spots he had the first time.
Once they were on, he lifted her chin. “Color now?”
“Still green.” She frowned.
“Why do you look so sad by that?” he asked. “What is it you want?”
She licked her lips and tried to turn her face away. He responded by grabbing her face and gripping her cheeks hard, then lessened his grip to be sure she didn’t bruise.
“What is it you want, Sandra? Part of submitting is admitting your needs. What do you need?”
“I want you to fuck me, James. Like, really fuck me.” She raised her eyes to his level, unshed tears clinging to her eyelids. A crimson blush burst over her face, all the way up to her hairline.
“That makes two of us,” he assured her. “But first, I want to hear you squeal some more.”
A single tear slipped from her eye when she blinked, trailing a wet line over her cheek until it rolled onto his hand.
“Okay.”
