Kane's Hell

And then I picked up the last item. It was heavier, and it was shaped kind of like a bullet, but it was far too large to be a bullet. The metal shined, and the tip was rounded but narrow, flaring out at the center before tapering to a flat end about the size of a fifty-cent piece. I studied it, turning it over in my hand and feeling the weight of it in my palm.

I set it down, reaching again for the metal chain. “What is this?”

“Tweezer clamps. They go on your nipples. They’ll be a little uncomfortable at first, but they’re adjustable too, so the tension can be lowered. I can tug on the chain to increase the pressure.”

He picked up the pink phallus. “This I can fuck you with, or you can fuck yourself with it while I watch.” He set it aside, finally picking up the metal bullet shaped thing. “This is an anal plug. It’s a fairly slim one. I want you to let me put it in your bottom and then I want to fuck your * while it’s in.” His voice was so exceptionally calm as he explained it all to me, and his eyes focused on me carefully.

I shuddered, and the quietest whimper escaped me.

He dropped the plug, reaching instantly for my cheek and angling my face to look at him. “It’s still just us, and you can say no to anything here. I won’t be upset or disappointed in you.”

I nodded. “I know.” I reached for the chain, picking it up again. “This.” I said. “It’s the least terrifying.”

He chuckled. “Do you want to reject the other two outright?”

I shook my head. “No. Just not tonight.”

“When you’re ready.”

I nodded. “When I’m ready.”





Chapter Thirty-One



Kane



I couldn’t in all honesty say she looked like she was ready for much of anything. Her eyes were wide and nervous, and I quickly picked up the pink nubby cock and the anal plug and reached back, tucking them into her nightstand drawer. When I rolled back toward her, she was on her back, staring up at the ceiling. Her eyes were still wide saucers, and her chest rose and fell deeply over and over again.

I laughed quietly as I leaned over her, staring down at her as I placed the chained clamps on her stomach. “Relax,” I whispered. I ran my palm up her stomach to the subtle mounds of her breasts. Her nipples were jutting up hard from her small tits. Fucking hell I loved her small tits. I touched the peak of one breast, letting my index finger and middle finger part around the nub. I squeezed, and she arched her back as she sighed and closed her eyes.

When I leaned to the base of her neck as she arched back, I kissed that hollowed out place. I pinched her nipple harder as I kissed up her throat and over her chin to her mouth. I groped her breast as I kissed, squeezing her flesh and grazing my thumb over the tip of her nipple as she let out a shaky gasp against my mouth.

“I want to watch you ride my cock, baby.” I held my lips against hers as I spoke. “And I want to pull on that chain as you’re coming. Then I want you to suck my cock until I come in your mouth. You’re going to taste your * on my dick, and then you’re going to taste me running down the back of your throat.”

She started panting against my mouth before I was even done speaking, but I could feel her head nodding, and my lips pulled up in a smile.

“Do any of those wants scare you?” I asked as I leaned back from her mouth.

She shook her head for a moment, but then she glanced away and nodded. “Maybe a little.” And then her nose scrunched up as she smiled this cute little smile. “But the good scare. The kind that feels more like you’re inching up the incline of a rollercoaster, waiting for the rush.” She bit her lip when she looked at me.

“I’ll make sure you feel the rush. I promise.”

I picked up the clamps from her stomach, and then I blew on her nipple, watching it constrict even harder. She watched when I pinched that tight little nub and pulled it up, slipping the end of the clamp on either side of her skin. I adjusted the ring around the tweezer clamp, pushing it closer to the tonged ends as it tightened. I watched her face closely the entire time.

She let me tighten it more than I’d expected, and I didn’t stop until she flinched and hissed. I repeated the process with her other nipple, and when I was done, the tonged ends of the tweezers were pointing up as the apices pointed down. The chain connected the two clamps loosely across her upper belly. I kissed down her breastbone to her stomach, and I kept going. By the time I was sliding my tongue between the lips of her sex, she was squirming, writhing, and arching her back. She was also fucking wet as hell.

I lapped at her cum, letting it cover my chin and lips as I flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue. She moaned, and she ran her fingers through my hair as I brought her just to the brink and then pulled back.

“Oh, God,” she gasped out.

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