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beneath his torturing tongue. It was more erotic than anything she could ever remember. At last, he released her second breast and gave it the same treatment. It was not enough. Now she wanted him down in her groin. She wanted him to fuck her, but the damned studded leather was in the way.
    ‘Please,’ she gasped, almost breathless, ‘please undo the padlocks. Come inside me.’
    ‘I’m afraid you haven’t suffered enough yet. It is barely past midnight. The night is still very young. Besides, I have now a desperate urge to throw the keys away.’ He turned after taunting her with the four tiny keys, and dropped them down a chute built into the wall. ‘That goes directly into my boiler. Sorry, darling. I hate to disappoint you.’
    She watched in fascination, as if she were part of some bizarre porn movie. She knew she’d have to wait until she was released from her leather casing before she could have any relief from the ache that was throbbing between her thighs.
    He picked up the whip again and began to draw it across her now naked breasts. The lightest feathery touch set her pulse racing once more. He raised it to strike her and she waited for pain to sear her body. She was slightly dreading it, but felt marginally afraid that the punishment might be prolonged if she said anything. The smack when the whip hit her was surprisingly gentle and immensely stimulating. He must have guessed at her fears as he spoke softly to her.
    ‘You needn’t worry. I should never harm you. I know exactly how far to go without hurting you at all. Your breasts are far too precious and delicate for me to inflict damage. Does my every touch turn you to fire?’ He bent over and kissed her super-sensitive nipples with all the tenderness any woman could possibly desire. He flicked the strands of leather over her naked breasts, just enough for her to feel a slight sting but not nearly hard enough to hurt. Perhaps the pain would diminish her longing for relief. She almost begged him, but thought better of it. Last time she had spoken, he had thrown away the keys to the padlocks. Her mouth was dry with the excitement and deep breaths she was forced to take. He once again anticipated her feelings and poured more champagne, helping her to sip from the beautiful glass.
    Throughout his domination of her, he was himself naked. His prick was erect and she could see a bead of moisture at the tip. She tried to lean over to him and lick it away. He pressed himself over her and poured some of the wine over himself. He visibly flinched at the coldness, but soon she was rewarded with his body held high over her mouth. As little as she could move, she stretched towards him and took the engorged tip in her mouth. He tasted of champagne, of his own unique sex juices. She sucked him deep into her throat, squeezing with her tongue and allowing her teeth to graze the smooth surface. He moaned and closed his eyes. Then he took control again. She was to be allowed no power over him, and he rapidly removed his organ from her reach. Her eyes held a tell-tale glint of victory.
    ‘You are still failing to learn,’ he said in mock anger. ‘More suffering for you, my girl.’ He picked up his whip again, moving round the table to where her legs were splayed wide apart. He touched her tantalizingly across the studded leather imprisoning her centres of wet, burning desire. She felt the delicate touch of the leather strips and closed her eyes. The sensation was entirely new, thrilling, and she yearned for more, harder blows. He obliged, without her needing to utter a word. The whip, she now knew, was incapable of inflicting any damage, and she was content to allow him to tease this way for as long he desired.
    She felt the heated waves of orgasm beginning and tried to hide it from him. If he sensed that she was nearly ready, he would doubtless see it as further punishment to leave her unsatisfied. The flicking persisted. The studs pressed into her swelling labia and