Tormented

The cup pulled her nipple and part of the areola inside. Her brow furrowed. He tugged on the cup to test it would stay, then applied the second one to her other nipple. He had chosen larger cups, which created more suction.

Next came the zipper of clothespins. He pinched the side of her breast and affixed a clothespin over the string.

“Ow,” she murmured, her breathing shallow.

By the time he was done, he had attached half a dozen clothespins from her breast to her rib. He did the same to her other side. Stepping back, he admired his handiwork.

She looked gorgeous.

Not able to hold out, he undid his pants and let them fall to the ground. He grabbed his cock and pulled hard. He rubbed the pre-cum over the crown, imagining her hot wetness coating his shaft. There would be no condom in the way this time.

He jerked himself to coming without ejaculating, then closed his eyes to let the euphoria settle back down. He opened his eyes to find her studying him. Stepping out of his pants, he took out the remote to the egg and grabbed a wand massager before standing at the end of the table. Turning it on, he ran it down the middle of her torso and over her belly. Her lashes fluttered.

“What kind of vibrator do you keep?” he asked.

“A Hitachi.”

“What setting do you use?”

He pulled the nipple cup fairly hard, but it remained securely attached to her tit.

“Medium, I guess. I start off low, though.”

He put the wand to her pussy. “Like that?”

She purred.

“That a good setting?”

She nodded.

“Ever go to the max?”

She shook her head.

“Ever have more than one vibrator going at once?”

Another shake of the head.

Taking up the remote, he turned on the egg. Her mouth fell open as her pussy received vibrations inside and out. It wasn’t going to take her long to come. Her back arched off the table. Soft wails and pants escaped her lips.

Before she went over the peak, however, he turned everything off, leaving her bereft and quaking with confusion. She shut her eyes in concentration, as if willing her body over the edge into orgasm. He slapped her to fix her attention back on him.

“De Reyes and Chang,” he said.

It took her a few seconds to comprehend what was going on.

“I don’t...” was all she said.

He turned the wand back on, but instead of returning it to her pussy, he broke the suction and removed one of the nipple cups and put the wand to her engorged nipple.

She shrieked when the wand came into contact with the overly sensitive bud. The chain to her cuffs rattled as she strained away from the vibrations. Holding her down, he pressed the wand to her nipple, which, he remembered, was sensitive to begin with. The suction of the nipple cup had magnified the sensitivity at least twofold, judging from her reaction.

“Ahhh!” she cried out.

“You know your out,” he replied.

Her body bucked, trying to shake off his hand.