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Shock pulses across her features as she stares down at her shirt. It now has a large hole in it. A hole that her tit now spills out of.
Her cheeks flush a bright shade of red.
While my cock throbs, I grab her other nipple. Her gaze shoots up to mine, and a pleading look fills her eyes. But she will find no mercy here.
Pulling the fabric of her shirt towards me, I cut off the top of the little tent that forms so that there is a hole on that side as well.
Mortification floods Alina’s features.
My cock strains against my pants as I watch her stand there, her perfect tits spilling out of the two holes in her shirt. I know how degrading this must be for her. Having her tits exposed in this way is more humiliating than if I had simply cut off her entire shirt.
I reach up with my free hand again and roll her now bare nipple between my fingers.
Pleasure flickers in her eyes, fighting against the humiliation.
I keep teasing her hard nipple, rolling it and pinching it and stimulating it until her knees tremble and a shuddering moan escapes her lips.
She looks up at me with big pleading eyes. “Kaden. Please.”
“Please, what?”
Another shudder of pleasure racks her delicate frame, and she splays her hand against the wooden fence to keep from toppling over.
I continue toying with her nipple while I wait for her to answer. And I genuinely don’t know what she is planning to say.
Please stop.
Or, please make me come.
Alina squirms, pressing the back of her head hard against the solid wood behind her. Her chest heaves.
I raise my eyebrows expectantly, still waiting for an answer.
War rages behind her eyes, as if she herself can’t actually decide whether to ask me to stop or to beg me not to.
She opens her mouth.
Anticipation crackles through me, because I’m suddenly desperate to hear what she has decided on.
But then she abruptly snaps her mouth shut again and clenches her jaw.
Weirdly disappointed, I release her nipple and take a step back.
She blinks, looking disoriented at the very sudden stop to my torture. I let a cold smirk slide home on my lips, and then flick a mocking look down at her exposed tits.
Red creeps back into her cheeks, and she crosses her arms over her chest to hide them.
“Did I tell you that you could cover yourself up?” I snap, still feeling frustrated that I never found out what she was going to beg me for.
She glares defiantly at me for a second, but then lets her arms drop back down by her sides again. With that glorious humiliation once again washing over her features, she averts her gaze.
“Why are you doing this to me?” she asks, her voice small and defeated.
And hell damn it, but I’m half a fucking second away from yanking off my own shirt and giving it to her. Just like I did in that locker room the other week. But I can’t. Because I’m supposed to be humiliating her.
So instead, I give her a hard look and reply, “Because you owed me a shirt.”
Then I turn around and stalk away.
