Page 30 of Sadie's Little Christmas

Cupping her breast, the warm rasp of his thumb began a taunting back-and-forth caress. Her breasts grew warm and heavy, and her nipples drew into tight peaks, right up until he plucked the first wire clamp off the cardboard strip, so it could latch its biting mouth onto her instead. One was all it took for her to realize she didn’t like clamps.

She sucked a gasp, almost snatching her hands off her head in defense of her protesting nipple.

“Ow!” She hunched her shoulders, but the bite was firm, and bouncing did not dislodge it. “Get it off, Daddy. Get it off!”

“Naughty girls who tease don’t always get what they want.” Turning his attention to her other breast, he cupped the soft flesh in his warm hand, molding and caressing until her nipple—traitor that it was—rose to stand for him. “There’s a good girl,” he purred and attached the second biting clamp with a smug smile.

It was awful. Already the first nipple to suffer was throbbing and not in a good way. Although try to tell her pussy that—it was throbbing along with the pain.

“Owie,” she whined, bouncing on her heels. That was a mistake. The more she bounced, the worse it hurt. “Take them off, please, please,please!”

He already had another clamp in his hand. One corner of his mouth curling with evil intent, he squeezed the clamp, letting it make little biting motions as he studied her for a place to put it.

“Please, Daddy,” she whimpered. “I promise I’ll go to bed now.”

His gaze never breaking from hers, he lowered himself to his knees in front of her.

He couldn’t.

He wouldn’t!

She stared in open horror as he reached between her legs, combing his fingers through her folds in search of her clit.

The urge to whip her hands off her head and grab his wrist was almost as powerful as the throbbing ache growing in her tightly pinched nipples.

She mewed as he parted her labia to take a firm pinch hold of her clit.

“Not everyone can take this,” he said conversationally. “It’ll be interesting to see if you can.”

The bite of the clamp as it took hold of the base of her clit was far worse than anything that had come before. She forgot her crying nipples. She forgot everything except the agony of that pinching pleasure and the gushed wet heat flooding through the folds to saturate his fingers as he stroked her.

“That’s it, babygirl,” he said, husky and low. “Get wet for Daddy.”

She mewed, but a mew was not a safeword. Her thighs were quaking, the involuntary shaking making all three clamps jangle. He flicked each one in turn, and her knees almost buckled.

“Are you going to be a good girl now?” he asked, flicking them again. Taking light hold of the clamp on her right nipple,he gently rotated it to bring her onto her tiptoes. “Shall Daddy take them off now?”

Panting, Sadie fought through the pain until finally, she was able to shake her head no.

Rising to his feet, he slipped his hand between her legs again. The feather-light touch of his fingertips bumping the clamp was excruciating until he found the swollen head of her slit. The wetness of her own arousal poured from her as he began to stroke.

“No?” he echoed, his voice both husky with need and curiosity. “What do you need, babygirl?”

She shook, her hips trying to rock with each circling caress of his fingers.

“M-more…”

“Now is not the time to tease Daddy,” he warned. “Not if you don’t mean it.”

Every movement was exquisite agony as Sadie turned herself around to face the bed. Slowly, groaning pitifully as the clamps dangled and shifted, she placed her hands flat on the bed and lowered herself to lie over the edge of the bed.

Lying on the clamps hurt more than bouncing. Her nerves were throbbing, wounded, her pussy, so empty and neglected, it hurt.

Reaching back, her weight grinding the clamps into the mattress until it felt like they were being pulled, she cupped her own bottom cheeks and opened herself to him.

“You are playing with fire if you think I won’t take what’s being offered,” Derek growled. “So, if you’re not serious…”

“Punish my bottom,” she begged, the wounded throbbing between her legs nowhere near close enough to make her come, but this was so close to having one of her favorite fantasies fulfilled—without the clamps, of course—she didn’t want to stop. “More. Please, Daddy!”

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