Page 30 of His Lucky Babygirl

Melody’s breath caught with each swirl of his fingers. She arched her back pulling toward him.

“You respond so well.” He leaned in close enough for her to smell his aftershave. “They’ll only pinch for a minute. No weights. This time.”

Her eyes rolled upward as the cool metal clamped against her nipple. The tweezer pressure was a constant pinching and Melody felt them throb in time with her clit.

From the look in Wes’ eyes he’d just begun to tease her.

Wes tugged the clamps and Melody moaned, her lips barely brushing over his.

“How does that feel?”

Melody bit her bottom lip and shuttered. “G-good, Sir.” She swallowed and bit back another moan. “It feels like it’s attached to my clit.”

“Hmm, good.” Wes leaned in and kissed her shoulder. Trailing his lips over her neck, he flicked and tugged the clamps. Their increased pressure shot to her core and she was trapped. Wet and needy.

Melody rested her head against Wes’ shoulder, her body rocking with the waves, and they fell into rhythm. Their breathing timed with his movements until they were in sync.

Wes sat up, licking the pads of his thumbs, he brushed the clamped buds and shocked the pulsing back to life. Her hips rocked and pulled her restraints.

“Do you want to come, buttercup?”

“Yes, please.”

“We've just started our little game. Are you saying you don't want to play by my rules?"

“I want to play,” she whispered. “Please.”

“Not yet.” Wes stood and walked out of her line of sight, returning with a wand and a black roll of tape. “Vinyl not latex.”

His assurance and care of her well being warmed her.

He made quick work of pressing the wand between her thighs. The silk of her panties was only a thin barrier between her and the wand.

Wes wrapped the tape around her thigh, trapping the wand in the position he chose.

Melody’s hips jerked forward when he switched it on. The low buzz sparked her desire even deeper. “Ohh, my, W-wes.”

The vibrations strengthened in waves, lulling back to the slow pulsing then amping up stronger than before.

It pushed her close to the edge, but never over. Hovering so close was maddening and Melody whined.

Bucking against the cuffs was pointless. Every move, every jerk was accompanied by a tug of the clamps.

The padded tweezer clips pinched her nipples firmly, their subtle weight was enough for her to notice.

Melody turned and looked at Wes, his body close enough to touch if she wasn't bound.

He had one hand on the ballet bar and the other held the wand between her thighs.

Wes changed the speed again and Melody cried out, the muscles of her thighs strained against her restraints.

“We–ohh, please.”

“I love hearing you beg." He stood straight and adjusted himself, his restraint slipped further away with each moan. “You want it?”

Melody nodded frantically, her back arching and rolling with the vibrations of the wand.

“We're playing my game, buttercup. What did I tell you about this piece?”

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