sure?” he teased, rolling the end of the pin around in a circular motion.
“Yes.” She grinned confidently. “It was the first one you put on.”
“Good girl,” he cooed and pushed the ends of the pin together, releasing it from her skin, then quickly placed his lips over the pinched area to kiss away the burning sensation.
She noticed only a moment of discomfort before his warm kiss took it away.
“How about his one?” He began to play with another on the inside of her right breast.
She tapped her right foot while thinking. It was difficult to do with him playing with the clothespin, and he was now also stroking her thigh with his fingertips.
“You’re trying to distract me,” she accused. A sharp slap to her thigh was his response.
“Maybe so. Or maybe I just enjoy touching you. Now, what color?” He flicked the pin harder.
“White,” she answered with much less confidence.
“Such a lucky guess.” He sounded disappointed and amused while he removed the clip and kissed her breast, this time running his hand up her thigh and through her legs, touching her wetness. “Three more.” He kissed her neck.
Goosebumps covered her arms and she felt a tingling in her neck after his kiss. She tapped her fingers on her thighs as he began to play with a clip close to her left nipple. It was either blue or green…blue…green.
“Two seconds…”
“Blue!” she yelled out.
He yanked on the pin, and it pulled free of her skin. She cried out from the sting and waited for a kiss to follow.
“Nope. It was green.” He tossed the clip onto the table. No kiss came.
“That really stung.” Her hands reached for her breasts, to soothe the sting, a sharp swat to her thighs stopped her.
“Hands down.” A cool command.
She readjusted herself on the stool. The sharp sensation rushed to her brain. The pain of the clip being removed combined with his pleasure at her ability to play the game brought her arousal to new heights.
He tweaked her nipple lightly. “This one?”
“White.” She announced with a grin, arching her back to give him better access. She wanted her kisses.
“No, blue!” His voice held amusement in it.
She readied herself for the sting, but it wasn’t enough preparation.
He flicked his finger at the clothespin, it let go of her skin, and she heard it fall to the floor. The searing, sharp sting from the abandoned pin left her momentarily breathless.
“You are quite alluring when you scrunch up your face like that,” he commented as she took small breaths to calm herself. “One more…” He kissed her cheek and stood behind her. He pulled her back against him and ran his hands over her naked chest. “What color do you think it is?”
“Green…no, blue…no, no wait, let me think.” Her chest was rising and falling faster as she began to over think. Did he use any red ones? She tried to remember as he ran his hand up her thigh again and stopped just where she wanted his touch the most.
“If you get it wrong, I’ll use my crop to get it off.” He rested his chin on her shoulder, continuing to play with her legs and breasts.
She squirmed in her seat, and she made a noise that sounded very much like a cat’s growl.
“Okay. Time’s up…what color?”
“Red?” she said, hopefully.
“Oh, I’m sorry. No. It’s white. Remember, I held off on the red because they had too tight of a grip.”
She cursed. That’s exactly what he’d told her.
“That’s okay… I was hoping to use my crop anyway. It’s a win-win.”
“For who?” She pouted.
“Both of us. You’re doing a great job.” He kissed her neck again before leaving her to get the riding crop.
“I’m not sure I can handle a crop.” She fisted her hands. So many emotions ran through her she couldn’t pick them apart.
“You’ll do fine. You remember the word I gave you to say if you need me to stop?”
“Yes.” She nodded and relaxed her fists.
“Good. Now grip the stool with your hands and
“Yes.” She grinned confidently. “It was the first one you put on.”
“Good girl,” he cooed and pushed the ends of the pin together, releasing it from her skin, then quickly placed his lips over the pinched area to kiss away the burning sensation.
She noticed only a moment of discomfort before his warm kiss took it away.
“How about his one?” He began to play with another on the inside of her right breast.
She tapped her right foot while thinking. It was difficult to do with him playing with the clothespin, and he was now also stroking her thigh with his fingertips.
“You’re trying to distract me,” she accused. A sharp slap to her thigh was his response.
“Maybe so. Or maybe I just enjoy touching you. Now, what color?” He flicked the pin harder.
“White,” she answered with much less confidence.
“Such a lucky guess.” He sounded disappointed and amused while he removed the clip and kissed her breast, this time running his hand up her thigh and through her legs, touching her wetness. “Three more.” He kissed her neck.
Goosebumps covered her arms and she felt a tingling in her neck after his kiss. She tapped her fingers on her thighs as he began to play with a clip close to her left nipple. It was either blue or green…blue…green.
“Two seconds…”
“Blue!” she yelled out.
He yanked on the pin, and it pulled free of her skin. She cried out from the sting and waited for a kiss to follow.
“Nope. It was green.” He tossed the clip onto the table. No kiss came.
“That really stung.” Her hands reached for her breasts, to soothe the sting, a sharp swat to her thighs stopped her.
“Hands down.” A cool command.
She readjusted herself on the stool. The sharp sensation rushed to her brain. The pain of the clip being removed combined with his pleasure at her ability to play the game brought her arousal to new heights.
He tweaked her nipple lightly. “This one?”
“White.” She announced with a grin, arching her back to give him better access. She wanted her kisses.
“No, blue!” His voice held amusement in it.
She readied herself for the sting, but it wasn’t enough preparation.
He flicked his finger at the clothespin, it let go of her skin, and she heard it fall to the floor. The searing, sharp sting from the abandoned pin left her momentarily breathless.
“You are quite alluring when you scrunch up your face like that,” he commented as she took small breaths to calm herself. “One more…” He kissed her cheek and stood behind her. He pulled her back against him and ran his hands over her naked chest. “What color do you think it is?”
“Green…no, blue…no, no wait, let me think.” Her chest was rising and falling faster as she began to over think. Did he use any red ones? She tried to remember as he ran his hand up her thigh again and stopped just where she wanted his touch the most.
“If you get it wrong, I’ll use my crop to get it off.” He rested his chin on her shoulder, continuing to play with her legs and breasts.
She squirmed in her seat, and she made a noise that sounded very much like a cat’s growl.
“Okay. Time’s up…what color?”
“Red?” she said, hopefully.
“Oh, I’m sorry. No. It’s white. Remember, I held off on the red because they had too tight of a grip.”
She cursed. That’s exactly what he’d told her.
“That’s okay… I was hoping to use my crop anyway. It’s a win-win.”
“For who?” She pouted.
“Both of us. You’re doing a great job.” He kissed her neck again before leaving her to get the riding crop.
“I’m not sure I can handle a crop.” She fisted her hands. So many emotions ran through her she couldn’t pick them apart.
“You’ll do fine. You remember the word I gave you to say if you need me to stop?”
“Yes.” She nodded and relaxed her fists.
“Good. Now grip the stool with your hands and
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