“Can you sit up on the desk?” Michael asked, holding her just above her hips, his dark eyes flickering with anticipation. His pants were still open, although they stayed in place, framing his softened cock with black leather. Ellie couldn’t help but flick her eyes over his body, before looking up into his eyes and nodding.

He helped lift her up onto the desk, holding steady as she whimpered, leaning forward as the huge plug pressed up inside of her as her weight came down on her ass.

“Breathe through it,” he said soothingly, running his hand down her back, waiting until she was ready to lean back away from him. Her breath came in little hitches as the plug created a deep ache inside of her, unlike anything she’d ever felt before.

“Okay,” she said finally through swollen lips, her body fizzing and popping. “I’m green.” Michael nodded, acknowledging her placement on the color scale. She moaned a little as she sat upright, but it wasn’t a bad moan. It was the kind of moan that started deep in her belly and vibrated out of her throat because her lower body had just clenched hard.

Chuckling, Michael slid his hands from her back to her sides and then up to her breasts, cupping and kneading them gently as she carefully leaned back, placing her hands on the desk to take some of the weight off of her ass - and therefore off of the base of the plug. Her legs were spread so he could stand between them, making her feel incredibly wanton. Even though she wasn’t bound, she couldn’t move with any kind of quickness as long as she was plugged, and in order to sit comfortably she had to keep her hands on the desk and lean away from him - or her hands on him and lean towards him. It was as effective keeping her in place as ropes or chains would be.

“One day, I’m going to spend a lot of time torturing these pretty breasts,” Michael said, his voice almost conversational as he squeezed the soft mounds a little harder. “I’m going to bind them at the base, spank them, and cane them hard enough to give you some stripes for a few days. And then I’m going to fuck them.”

Ellie’s breath was coming harder and faster as his hands worked her sensitive flesh, ending with a deep groan at the final image his words imprinted in her head. Her breasts, swollen and reddened, striped with welts, with his cock sliding between them while she whimpered and writhed, unable to achieve her own orgasm as he focused on her chest... when he came, the salt from his cum would sting her welts and sensitive skin, only adding to her needy arousal.