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When Sage’s soft heels touched the ground she practically crumbled down in a heap,
dizzy with all my stimulation. She moaned and obeyed my orders while I was searching for something extra from the briefcase to sweeten the moment I’d finally fuck her brains off.
The strap I used to bind her mouth earlier gave me a great idea. Even if my anger has
flowed out of my system as I erupted down her throat it was still curious how much more Sage could handle. I picked up a pair of tweezer nipple clamps with some small beads attached at the end, just for beauty and some more weight.
Sage was leaning against the floor looking up at me in expectation, not stopping with her
desperate begging. The bright colors of her phoenix tattoo were drenched in sweat and that made them shine even more under the light of the lamps.
“Whose pussy is that, kitten?” I went behind her and leaned forward to her ear,
whispering against the reddened flesh of her cheeks.
“Yours, Paul, all yours, you own me.” She hissed and opened her legs wider, raising her
ass so that my shaft was sliding directly across her folds. “Please…”
I didn’t say anything and simply kissed all over the bruised skin of her neck, fastening
the strap’s buckle around it as an improvised collar. Sage kept moving her hips, shivering each time my tip came in contact with her painful clit.
“You know what, Sage?” I breathed against her spine. “I always felt you could use some
She froze at my words and gasped loudly when I pinched her nipples with the tweezers
but quickly relaxed and moaned with a purr in her voice. After all the stimulation tonight they must be feeling like an accessory on her tortured tits.