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her
wet pussy. I bet she was getting embarrassed and worried, wondering
if I’d dip my fingers between her legs to check on her arousal. And
I would, just not yet. For now, I’d let it build.
    Her first time in
nipple clamps, she had to be feeling it intensely. I could see her
breath coming in shallow pants, her large breasts quivering above her
moving ribcage. Her hands traced along the couch as if she didn’t
know where to put them. Her gaze kept drifting down to her own chest,
the black clamps standing out against her white breasts, her nipples
protruding far out, fastened and displayed for my perusal.
    Only I wasn’t
looking. My attention was focused elsewhere, and she was getting
frustrated. I could tell in the way she shifted her weight, the way
her palms rubbed her thighs then stopped. She didn’t know what to
do with herself.
    I stood up and fixed
myself a glass of water, adding several cubes of ice. Without looking
at her, I sat back down and returned to my work. I picked up my water
glass and took a sip. Then I casually brought it over to her breast
and pressed the icy glass against her stiff nipple. So sensitive and
exposed, she gasped and cried out.
    I brought the glass
back down to the work surface again and returned my hands to the
laptop. I could hear her panting, feel her eyes flitting over to the
bulge pressing against my jeans. I was hard as a rock. Good, I wanted
her to keep looking over, see what I had in store for her. Make her
wait and feel how I controlled her.
    Impatience finally
winning out, she reached out her hand and placed her fingers right at
my crotch. I turned to her and she could tell from the look in my
eyes, she shouldn’t have done it. She withdrew her hand. Too late.
She’d disobeyed orders.
    I stood up and withdrew
a long, black band from a bag overhead.
    “Stand up,” I
commanded, firm. She stood, shaking. “Turn around.” Once she had
her back facing me, I pulled her wrists behind her and tied them
together, tight.
    “Naughty girl,” I
reprimanded her, pulling her back hard against me, her ass up against
my engorged cock. “So dirty, Kara.” I trailed my fingers down her
flat stomach to the top of her panties. She gasped, her tits thrust
out, the black nipple clamps doing their work. “Naughty girls get
their hands tied. So they can take their punishment.”
    She moaned as my hands
roamed the heated silk of her flesh, displayed for my enjoyment, her
hands pinned behind her back. Then I walked over to the table and
grabbed a chair. I placed it before me. “Sit.”
    She did as I
instructed, perching on the edge. I sat back down, picked up my
laptop and continued to do some work. Squirming, panting, shifting
her weight, she stayed on the chair completely bare except for heels,
panties and nipple clamps.
    Finally, I’d had
enough. I put my computer to the side and folded up the work surface.
Then I settled back against the sofa and watched her sitting there,
so perfect, so bound and constrained and awaiting release.
    “Kara,” I caressed
her with my voice. “I like seeing you wear nipple clamps for me.”
She licked her lips. “Come here and sit on my lap.”
    She complied instantly,
as if she’d been waiting eagerly for me to say it. I wrapped a hand
around her small waist and stroked my fingers along her milky, soft
skin. As I circled her breasts, both of us looked down at the black
clasps around her hard tips.
    “Kara,” I murmured.
“Is your punishment making you wet?” She didn’t answer, ducking
her head to the side as if to avoid my question.
    I chuckled. “Oh,
Kara, do you think you can play coy with me?” With a strong hand, I
held her hip fastened against me. Then I trailed a finger down her
stomach, down her panties, until I reached the center right between
her thighs. I hissed through my teeth as I discovered the silk soaked
through, molded against her pussy. Pulling the fabric to the side, I
ran my fingers along her slick folds. She quaked against