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“Hold it right there,” he ordered. “You look ravishing, Babygirl.”
There was just enough tension and pain that her cheeks had colored as she winced. Yet her mouth parted a bit as she concentrated on his voice.
“Fuck, ouch!” she cried out as he clamped her nipples. Unperturbed, he tightened clips over each nipple. Her expression was one of pain and discomfort, which he found strange, since they weren’t that tight. Perhaps he was reading her wrong.
He wanted to push her to find out.
Sera was a strong woman with no room for nonsense. In some situations, the ‘don’t mess with me’ attitude suited her best, and others, it made her look helpless.
But here, naked in the dungeon, it did the complete opposite.
He stepped closer, his leathers pressing into the back of her legs. With his right hand, he cupped her mound, allowing his thumb to brush her clit and yanked hard on the chain linked between her nipples. Her cries of ecstasy rang through the dungeon, and every Dom present turned to stare. Not that Tanner minded. They all knew that this scene was closed, and a real live example of a Daddy Dom and his little girl was in action.
There was something hot as fuck about a scene played in front of everyone at the club. It made them realize the significance of a Dom-sub relationship. There wasn’t any doubt, whether others believed in the dynamic or not, seeing his girl under such control, her blatant acquiescence to his power sent shivers of pride and possessiveness racing through Tanner.
He stroked her tenderly, just a brushing caress over the sensitive nub, as he trailed kisses over her ear.
“Let me see that pretty pink bud of yours.” With his finger, he tugged the clit clamp gently, which brought out a wail, but still didn’t dislodge the clip. “How does it feel, Babygirl?”
She struggled for words, but it came out choked as he palpated her tender clitoris.
“Numb... at first, but it aches, Master Thor. The pain isn’t piercing. It’s a pulsing throb.” She smiled bravely.
“Keep it right there, little one. You have thirty seconds.” He continued to play with her pussy while watching her squirm, waiting for her reaction to the burning stretch. “What’s your favorite part, my pet?” he asked with a smugness to his voice, indicating he already knew. “Is it the pulsating throb? Does the pulsing ache, the nip and the sting make your pussy purr?”
Her cries turned shrill as he once again yanked on the nipple chain.
“Ah, so fucking hot.” His body hummed with adrenaline as he slipped a finger past the clamp between her legs.
The sensation of her throbbing heartbeat around his finger and the memory of how aroused Sera would get by being naughty for him was everything. She would writhe and grind her crotch on his fingers or crook her knee against his crotch in search of release when he teased her mercilessly.
To take it to the next level, Tanner stood next to her head and stroked his cock. Slowly. He closed his eyes. Her tortured gasp brought him back with a jolt. His shaft was so hot, ready. It made him want to whip her and fuck her, so he could see that fear and the desire mingle in her eyes.
“Your clamp, my pet.” His words were guttural, lust filled. His fingers gently pried hers off the clamps. She cried out and wriggled, her mouth round, her breasts pressed together as he pulled the chain as far as it would go.
“Owww, fuck,” she cried, her face contracted in pleasure-pain.
The abused flesh of her labia and clit had begun to redden. He pressed a finger into her swollen lips, dipping and teasing her cunt. Shiny fluid gathered between her pinkness, wet and silky. Her juices ran down his knuckles, proof positive his kitty liked the clips on her tits, and her body knew it, too.
He wiggled the chain, watching her, then with short, rough jerks, he yanked the clips from her nipples.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Her squeak of shock became a hoarse gasp, then a strangled scream.
For a moment, he just watched, the view of her pleasure-pain sending his pulse soaring. He was enchanted by the sweat on her skin, the intensity with which she clung to the bench, and how her lips turned lax as the burn faded.
All of it filled his head. His stomach coiled tighter as she absorbed the bite into her flesh. He stroked his aching cock in an iron grip.
“Fuck, Babygirl, you’re so hot,” he hissed and smiled when her buttocks rose high as she wiggled her hips invitingly.
“Oh yes. Ride it, pet.” He sank a hand into her hair as he watched her press her clamped clit against the table’s edge.
Sera moaned. It was erotic, feeling a man take control and use her without her input. God, it felt good to let go, not just on the outside, but deep within her, the ache to break free of herself.
Warm air moved from her lips to his skin. Her chest rose and fell rapidly.
“I like how the clips make your skin look. Hot.”
“Master Thor…”
