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She sucked his fingers, and he used his free hand to fondle her tits, feeling the tacky residue from where he’d come on her.Fucking this woman’s mouth was something he could become addicted to, and when she’d looked up at him, his dick in her mouth…
He’d been sporting a semi since just after they moved the tables out of the way.Only his worry that she was uncomfortable kept him from getting a full erection.Now his cock hardened fully, and for a moment he was tempted to have Julen help him adjust the ropes until her mouth was at the right height for him to fuck.
No, he’d fucked her face twice, and no matter how much he enjoyed it she deserved more creativity than that.
Pulling his fingers from her mouth, he went back to the toy bag for the last time.With the blindfold off she could see what he held.Her gaze darted from the thin chains spilling between his fingers on one hand to the small oval of plastic he held in the other.She frowned, then her eyes went wide.
“Is that…a remote?”
Tareq mock-frowned.“I don’t know.I’ll press the buttons and see what happens.”
He turned on the vibrator, both the clit and g-spot vibrators on their lowest intensity.Nomi jerked again, gasping.
This time he grabbed a handful of her hair to stop the swaying spin her sudden movement had caused.
“Hold still,” he warned, knowing full well that was an almost impossible command.
“Sir, may I come?”
Already?Fuck, that was hot.
In response, he turned the clit vibrator to its highest setting.Nomi shrieked, teeth gritted, her body tight and tense.
“Please, please, please turn it down, Sir.”
“Did you come?”
She shook her head, as much as his grip on her hair would allow.“No, it’s too much.”
He bent so she could see his face.“I know.That’s why I did it.”
“You stopped my orgasm with the vibrator.”Her expression was trembling between outrage and a wince since he still hadn’t lowered the intensity.
He winked at her.“Secret Dom trick.”
Tareq turned the clit vibrator off, leaving the g-spot vibrator on its lowest setting.She relaxed, the ropes creaking softly.
Tareq knelt, and opened his other hand, showing her the nipple toys.
Instead of clamps, he’d asked for, and received, four-point nipple presses.Four small screws, tipped in a tiny pad of silicone, were mounted in a flat, flower-like metal piece about the diameter of a golf ball.
The nipple went in the open space in the middle, the lacy looking frame covering the areola.Each screw could be tightened individually, compressing the nipple on four sides rather than two.This set had a thin chain connecting them, which would add a bit of weight.
“You’ve worn this kind before?”
“Yes, but it was a while ago, Master Zine.”
He set down the remote and reached up, squeezing first one breast then the other.
“Because of the breast bondage, your tits are sensitive, especially your nipples.”
“Yes, Master Zine.”
“That means when I pinch them with these clamps, it’s going to hurt.
Her lashes lowered for a moment, her breathing heavy.“Please.”
“Please no, or please yes?”
