After three days of counting down until my next orgasm, it seemed it was only slightly out of reach now. But at least it was within my grasp.
And when he asked me to play with myself while he intimately watched me…yeah, that had been hot. But now I was desperate for him to touch me, to assuage this yearning that had overcome my entire being. Even now, when he had stepped out of the room, I could still see the heat in his eyes, the way they trailed over me with such approval. I wanted to see that look every day for the rest of my life.
“Well, this is pretty.”
Turning my head to the side, I noticed Mr. Snowden and Mr. Parker walking back in. Mr. Snowden closed the door behind them and then both men moved around to stand where Mr. Snowden had been sitting earlier. From their position, I knew they could see how turned on I was, how wet my pussy was.
And boy was I.
More so with every passing second.
“Our precious girl doesn’t seem to mind being trussed up here in the office,” Mr. Snowden mused.
“Is that right, girl?”
“No, Mr. Parker. I don’t mind.” In fact, I liked it far more than I thought I would.
Mr. Parker glanced over at Mr. Snowden. “So, what did you have in mind for her?”
“I intend to eat her pussy,” he replied matter-of-factly. “But first, I’m thinking she would look quite nice with a set of clamps on those pretty tits.”
“Hmm.” Mr. Parker’s eyes dropped to my tits and my nipples pebbled. “I think you’re right.”
I heard the drawer being opened, and then a minute later, Mr. Snowden was moving around to stand closest to my head.
“Have you ever worn clamps, precious?” he questioned.
“Yes, Mr. Snowden.” Yeah, that was me all breathless and eager. There was no way to deny it.
“These are clover clamps,” he informed me.
I swallowed hard. I happened to like clover clamps. The others tended to slip off easily, but these had an added bite to them.
The next thing I knew, Mr. Snowden was leaning over me, his tongue circling my left nipple. His shirt brushed over my nose and I inhaled deeply. The man smelled so damn good. I got lost in his scent, nearly overwhelmed by it until I felt the clamp close over my nipple.
I sucked in a breath and held it.
“Exhale, precious,” he ordered, his voice deep and warm.
I did. And my pussy gushed. The fact that I was restrained made it all the more arousing. Unable to move, unable to stop them from doing anything…it was a fantasy come true.
“That’s a good girl.”
His lips then moved to my other nipple and I focused on it rather than the pain shooting through me. A second later, the second clamp was applied.
“Oh, God,” I cried out as more pain consumed me. My breaths raced in and out of my lungs; a desperate need to stop the intensity had my hands balling into fists. Since I couldn’t move them, it didn’t matter.
“Breathe,” Mr. Snowden demanded, his warm hands curling under my chin as he tilted my head back. “You look so pretty like that.”
I inhaled and exhaled slowly until the pain morphed into a not-unpleasant but definitely undeniable throb.
“Good girl,” he crooned. “Next time I do this, I’m going to clamp your clit, too. But not today. Right now, I want to taste you.”
“Please…” I wasn’t above begging. I was hanging by a thread.
Mr. Snowden’s fingers glided over my chest, then between my breasts. I felt the gentle tug on the chain that connected the clamps together and I moaned again.
“Open your mouth,” he urged. “I want you to bite down on the chain.”
I did and he placed the chain in my mouth. I closed my teeth over it, careful not to move so that it didn’t pull.
I heard him moving, knew where he was going. My entire body was trembling and it was a good thing he had my legs restrained the way that he did or I wouldn’t have been able to remain in this position. As it was, the restraints tightened when I moved, keeping my knees in close to my chest and spread wide.
“This is a pretty pussy,” he whispered as his finger grazed over my clit. “I know for a fact it tastes as sweet as it looks.” His hands shifted so that they were pressing on the insides of my thighs. “You do not have permission to come, precious. I highly suggest you hold on.”
Oh, God. That didn’t sound good.
I was on the razor-sharp edge of detonation as it was. I knew I wouldn’t last once he—
I cried out, completely forgetting about the chain when his tongue swept over my clit for the first time. Pain, sharp and bright, shot from my nipples to my clit and I held myself still.
