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“Please yes, Master Zine.”

“That’s my good girl.”

Tareq flicked the clit vibrator on, raising it to level two out of ten, then shifted so his mouth could reach her tits.

He kissed the heavy, dangling globes, then ran his tongue along the tight flesh.He could taste the salt of her skin and his own come.When he took her nipple in his mouth, he sucked long and hard, making it as sensitive as possible, before he bit.

Holding her nipple between his teeth, he flicked with his tongue even as he reached up to grab a hold of her hair to anchor her.

Still biting her nipple, he lowered his head, pulling even as he pinched.

Her cries of pleasure-laced-pain made his cock twitch.

He treated the other breast to the same abuse—licking, sucking, biting, pulling.

Her nipples were an angry pink when he was done, her breasts glossy both from the bondage and from his saliva.

Tareq picked up the nipple presses, made sure the screws were out enough to leave a good opening, and positioned the first one.

He took a moment to enjoy the sight of her nipple in the center of the metal, the sweet little tip helpless.If she wasn’t in ropes, he could have taken his time, but maybe that was why this was good.It forced him to move fast, to layer sensation on sensation.

He tightened the screws on the sides, just enough that they touched her nipple.Still holding it in place with his fingers, he screwed in the top and bottom, again until they touched her.

Nomi whimpered when he returned to the first set, adding a half-turn of pressure.

Carefully, he released the nipple press.The weight of it pulled on her nipple, drawing it both down and slightly to the side given her halfway-on-her-front position.

He leaned in and kissed her captured nipple.A reward for accepting the pain.

“How does that feel?”

“It hurts.It feels good.”

Tareq clicked the clit vibe up to three, and the g-spot vibe to five.

This time her moan was pure pleasure.

He applied the second nipple press, but this time he added a full turn to each of the four screws at the end.She cried out, eyes squeezed shut in reaction to the pain.

“Master, please.”

His cock twitched at hearing her call him “Master.”Just “Master,” not “Master Zine.”

Everyone had different preferences, but for him “Master” meant ownership.If she called him master it was because he washermaster.

That wasn’t what she was doing right now, he told himself.She was suffering from so much sensation that she probably wasn’t aware of what she was saying.

Maybe it was as simple as brevity.“Master” was a whole word and syllable shorter than “Master Zine.”

But he would have this woman.He would possess her as his submissive.She’d wear his collar and call him master.That idea had been a vague desire in the back of his mind, but this was the moment it solidified into a need, a goal.

He’d work on all that later.For now, he added half a turn to the four screws on her first nipple.

Another piteous cry of sweet pain.

“You’re taking this so well.”

As he praised her, Tareq shifted so he was closer to her face.He stayed on his knees so she wouldn’t have to twist to see him.She blinked and there were tears on her lashes.He brushed them with his thumbs.

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