I squirm as the coils tighten.
He smirks as he pushes the platform away. The pull is immediate, my nipple stretching as the bar catches on the coil.
Pain zaps through me. “Fuck!” I cry out.
“Good girl,” he says. “You enjoying that pain?” He lets the carriage go further, squeezing my nipple even harder.
“Holy fuck!” I scream.
“Scared?” he smirks.
He feints letting the carriage go and I jerk, pulling the nipple harder. I cry out.
The nerves in my nipple shoot electricity straight to my clit. Betraying me—my body relishing how he’s rendered me helpless, that he could seriously hurt me if he wanted to.
But then he laughs and eases off, letting the platform return to the stoppers.
I exhale a rush of relief, my breath catching as my nipple releases from the tortuous springs. “Fucking hell! Fuck you, Soren!” I pout. “You almost tore my nipple off!”
“Mm, look at those full lips that were just wrapped around my cock. What? Did I scare you?” He grins again.
I move to hop off the machine, trying to wrench my arms out of the ropes which only serves to tighten them, and he presses me back down with a foot.
“Oh, you thought I was done with you? I don’t think so.” He sits me back upright and unbinds my wrists from the straps. “Lie back,” he commands, and I press my back against the long part of the platform.
“Legs up.” I tentatively lift them.
“Higher,” he instructs, his voice raising slightly as if I’m meant to read his mind.
I elevate my legs so they’re perpendicular to me.
“That’s just right, my little poison. Now let’s see what comes next.”
What did he just call me?I let the name slide. For now.
With a grunt, he reaches again for the straps. He wraps them around my thighs, lifting my hips. Then he moves between them, slowly pulling up the straps until his own hips are close to my pussy.
My breath catches.
I know exactly what he’s about to do.
He rubs his hard cock against my slit, letting it bump against my clit, teasing me.
It’s the first time his cock has been near my pussy and I clench, wanting him inside me. Desperately wanting to feel his girth as it fills me, stretches me. I’ve been thinking about this moment way too much, and finally it’s here.
The piercings do their job as he continues to tease me by caressing my slit. It’s almost too much to bear.
I whimper and he smirks, as if he knows how I’m feeling. How much I’m craving him.
“You want this?” he asks.
It’s torture. “Please,” I beg. “Please. I want you so bad.”
He nods once, then grabs me by both thighs, his thumbs digging into the flesh.
I gasp as he uses the leverage to thrust into my wet pussy.
He groans as he slides inside me.