IRIS.
I'd never imagined being tied up and restricted in this manner. Though my friends had talked about enjoying b**m, it was new to me. And very oddly satisfying.
Damon had tied me up, and he seemed to enjoy torturing me. I wasn't complaining but it was too much. The skin grazes, the clamp against my n****e, creating a wave of pleasure, laced with pain, the clamp around my mouth there restricted me from speaking. Hell, he had my hand tied back and my legs spread out like a w***e and I couldn't tell if I liked it or if I was just surprised by the sheer knowledge of him being into b**m and having actual tools.
I had been so lost in thought, all thanks to the fact that he had left the room for a moment. I didn't realize he had returned until I felt something freezing cold on my c**t.
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