Mason Graves
“You’re doing so well, kitten. So responsive, so obedient. Now, let’s see how much more you can take for me, hmm?”
I traced my tongue to her n*****s, feeling them harden into tight buds as I circled them, her breath coming in ragged gasps. With a smirk, I pinched one between my thumb and forefinger, rolling it gently before clamping the cold metal onto her sensitive flesh. She yelped, the sound music to my ears, and I watched as the clamp tightened, elongating her n****e and adding a delicious shade of pink to the pale skin.
Her body arched, a silent plea for relief, but I knew better than to give it to her yet. I repeated the process on the other side, enjoying the way her body trembled with each touch, each clamp adding another layer of sensation to her already heightened
