“You were not at fault,” he said firmly, reaching up to grip her hair and pull her head back, forcing her to look up at him. Her lips tightened, her expression turning mulish, and he knew she wanted to argue with him. “Accidents happen all the time, especially to kids. I see the aftermath of it all the time at work. It means the kid is actually living their life, which is a good thing. So, I’m not going to punish you for Ana getting hurt. I am going to punish you for blaming yourself.”
Domi’s eyes widened, and Mitch grinned, leaning down to plant a firm kiss on her lips.
Was it just him, or did it feel different this time? Her lips hadn’t changed—they weren’t any softer, she tasted exactly the same—but somehow, it felt like there was more to it, as though he felt more.
Sweeter. More intimate. More meaningful.
It was their first kiss after he’d told her he wanted her—the first kiss after he’d admitted his feelings for her. He hadn’t expected anything would really change, but it had, even if he couldn’t describe it.
When they broke apart, he couldn’t tell if she felt the same way. He hoped so.
“Alright, Domi Darling.” Reaching up, he tugged a curl, then trailed his finger down her shoulder to the center of her breasts, giving them a quick tap. “Let’s get you out of these clothes.”
Domi
Something had changed between them. Scenes with Mitch had always been satisfying, always hot, but now it felt like something more. There was tension between them, in a good way, that hadn’t been there before.
His hands felt the same as he smoothed out the lines the corset had left on her skin, but his gaze was more intense. More intent.
Though she kind of wanted to kick him for why he was going to punish her. They both knew this wasn’t going to be a real punishment scene, but it still meant something.
Being punished for blaming herself. Argh.
He has a point.
Not that she would have long to dwell on it.
Tugging the hanging chains into position, Mitch secured Domi’s wrists in the leather cuffs on the end, then pulled her arms over her head. She was naked from the waist up, arms stretched upward, and already feeling squirmy. Being restrained, knowing she couldn’t go anywhere, allowed her to relax in her bonds.
Like yesterday, she was trusting Mitch to take over, but instead of trusting him to handle all the hospital stuff, she was waiting for him to make her feel good, to pleasure both of them.
After he tortured her a little, of course.
“Very pretty,” Mitch said, giving one of her nipples a little pinch. Domi squeaked in reaction, the tiny bite of pain only a fraction of what she craved. “But I think they could use more decoration.”
Yes, please, and thank you.
Instead of getting right to it, Mitch cupped her small breasts in his hands, leaning down for another kiss as he fondled her. Domi moaned against his lips, rocking forward and thrusting her chest into his hands. He dug his fingers into her flesh, trapping her nipples between his thumbs and palms, squeezing them tight enough, she whimpered. The little buds throbbed in his grip, craving more.
The increasing discomfort made her squirm even more, her pussy creaming in anticipation.
Pulling away from hers, he bent down to kiss the budded tips. Long fingers plucked and twisted one nipple while his teeth and lips pulled at the other. The sensation shot straight through to her core, leaving her writhing against him. She pressed her thighs together as her pussy pulsed needily, hungry for stimulation. Mitch switched breasts, going back and forth between them until she was whimpering from the need growing inside her.
“Master Mitch, please,” she begged—she knew he liked it when she begged. “I need more.”
With a chuckle and one last little nip that made her gasp, Mitch straightened and went over to where he’d left his bag. Her body hummed with anticipation of whatever toy he was looking for.
Mitch
Damn, he wanted Domi bad. After playing together for so long, they knew just what the other liked, and he knew she was pushing him a little by begging. She wasn’t trying to top from the bottom exactly, but she knew he would give her more of what she wanted if she begged. Was it his fault she sounded so nice when she was whimpering and pleading?
Picking up a nasty pair of clover clamps and an adjustable spreader bar with ankle cuffs, Mitch returned to his beauty-in-distress. Her dark eyes lit up when she saw what he was holding.
Such a sweet little pain slut. His cock twitched, throbbing against the inside of his leathers.
Unfortunately, it was going to have to wait. One thing about kink—there tended to be a long build of anticipation, but the payoff was always worth it.
Cupping her breast in his hand, Mitch looked into Domi’s eyes as he closed the silver clamp on her tightly budded nipple.
“Take a deep breath,” he instructed her. The look she gave him made him chuckle. By this time, she knew what to do.
Not breaking eye contact as the pain hit her, he watched her pupils dilate in response to the clamp’s harsh pinch. Just as quickly, he closed the second clamp over her other nipple and let the chain hanging between them drop. Domi keened a high-pitched moan that left her panting as she adjusted to the pain.
Mitch watched every nuance of her expression, every shudder of her body, his own arousal climbing as he watched her take the pain for him and turn it into her own personal pleasure. If he dipped his fingers between her legs, he knew he’d find her soaking wet, but she’d like that, so instead, he teased her even more by dropping to
