I sense him retrieving something from the table, and then his warm breath grazes my face, causing goosebumps to ripple across my body.

I feel something cold on my nipple.

Is he planning to use nipple clamps on me? My breath grows heavier at the mere thought of him applying them to my sensitive nipple.

“Do you know what I’m holding?” He inquires in his low, husky voice, and I pant in front of him, feeling helpless.

He can do anything with me, and I can’t even see it. The anticipation alone is enough to bring me to the edges.

He spanks one of my tits with a gentle touch,...