| She was bound wrists and ankles to the wonky cross. He called it a St. Andrews cross, but she’d forever think of it as wonky…turned on its side. It exposed her so completely, arms out to the side…unable to touch him or cover herself…legs wide apart, her most tender parts vulnerable, unprotected. She wanted to reach out, to touch him, to hold him, to stroke him. But he said no, this was only about her. He wanted to make her cum, hard…harder than she had ever cum before. As his hands roamed her naked body, tickling, stroking, exploring and teasing, he teased with words as well. She liked to cum, didn’t she? Wasn’t that her nasty little nickname, letmecum? His fingers closed around her nipples, gently pulling, rubbing the flesh between his thumb and forefinger. Her nipples hardened and she moaned softly. “You like that, don’t you? You like it when I pull your tits?” The pressure on her nipples increased and she moaned again, a little deeper. “Yes, I thought you would. Let’s just ...
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