I was on my knees in the center of the bedroom of our suite, naked. My hands are clasped behind my back, my breasts thrust forward. My head pointing down. It’s the first time he’s asked me to take this position and I’m shocked at how turned on I am. It’s naughty and humiliating, but somehow very satisfying.

He’s walked around me three times now, and every time I feel my pussy grow wetter, my nipples harder.

He moves over to the dresser and pulls out a small box he’d placed there earlier. I can’t wait to find out what’s inside. I suspect it’s going to be my first experience with toys. I’m curious what he’s chosen.

“Stand and come to me.”

I push my hands on the floor, push up, and join him by the dresser.

“Did I tell you to move your hands?” he asks.

“No, sir,” I look at him, unsure.

“Hands behind your back and keep them there.”

“Yes, sir,” I whisper.

He swiftly wraps one of his hands behind my back, holding my hands in place. His face is dangerously close to my sensitive nipples. My body is on high alert.

“Your breasts are so beautiful,” he said, moving me so my back was against the dresser. “Keep your hands just above your ass,” he instructed, cupping my breasts and squeezing them before letting them go to snag my nipples between his fingers.

I should have anticipated it, but I didn’t. He’d been rough with my nipples in the past, but this—his fingers clamped and tightened, tightened, and tightened some more. My nipples felt hot like someone had pierced them. I yelped and tried to move back, but I was already as far back against the dresser as I could go.

“Shh,” he whispered, his eyes moving from my extended nipples to my face. The blush on my cheeks deepened. His fingers loosened, but then clamped on my nipples again, this time with a twist, and then, if possible, tighter than before.

“Breathe,” he instructed.

I whimpered, and he tugged them, not loosening the vice grip at all. Next, he released one and I let out a long slow breath. He reached behind me and grabbed a chain with clamps on the end. Nipple clamps. I bit my lower lip.

He released the other breast, and it tingled as blood rushed back to it. Next, he held my left breast in his hand, then pulled the nipple hard with his right. His left hand grabbed the nipple clamp and placed it at the base of my extended nipple. “Fuck!” I moaned.

He repeated the same steps with my other breast and then tugged at the chain. It was all I could do not to scream yellow! When he licked the tips of my nipples, my legs buckled.

“Not yet,” he commanded, his voice sharp. “Spread your legs.”

I did.

“Wider.”

I spread them wider, and his finger dipped into my folds as I moved. My breath hitched, and he reminded me to breathe. His finger sliding easily into my pussy, and he pumped once, then twice.

I was panting now, the pain in my nipples making every sensation more intense than ever before. I started to wonder if I was cut out for this when he twisted his finger and tapped against the top of my pussy.

I immediately went up on my tippy toes, legs spread, but there was no escaping his fingers.

“Please,” I whimpered.

“Please what, babe?”

“Please fuck me.”

“Only good girls get my cock, Avery, and you’ve been bad tonight, haven’t you?”

“How were you bad, Avery?” he asked, continuing to tap just inside my pussy.

“I can’t think when you do that,” I protested.

“How were you bad, Avery?” He asked, with a yank on the chain, tapping my G spot harder.

I yelped, straining higher on my toes now. “I should have told you what I was upset about, ahhh, when you asked me the first time and then the second time, sir!”

I pushed the words out fast, barely able to breathe as he swung the chain holding the nipple clamps.

“Will you do it again, Avery?” He asked, moving his fingers out of my pussy.

“No sir, I won’t,” I promised.

“You’ll be a good girl, won’t you, Avery?” he asked, taking one of the clamps off my nipple.

“Fuck,” I yelled. “That hurts!”

He pressed his palm over the breast and rubbed it gently. I could feel my clit pulsing. Damn, it was a pain pleasure response. It was a real thing.

He pressed two fingers to my lips and found my clit, stroking it lightly and took the second nipple clamp off at the same time.

This time I knew what to expect and hissed. He gave this breast the same treatment, his fingers continuing to circle my clit.

“This is mine,” he told me and I nodded.

“Tell me with your words, Avery.”

“Yes, sir. It’s yours.”

Suddenly Caden was down on his knees between my legs, and his mouth was eating me, licking me, feasting.

The pulsing of my clit grew stronger and my walls started to tighten.

Then just as suddenly, he withdrew his mouth.

“No, please,” I begged.

“Please what?”

“Please, sir, please may I come?”

He licked his way from my pussy to my stomach, up to each nipple, swirling and nipping, and then tipped my chin up forcing me to look in his eyes. “Maybe tonight when we get back,” and then he walked away from me and into the bathroom.