Watching Ellie’s movements as she gingerly got down from the top of the desk, her legs still spread for the plug and now also to keep from brushing against the clamp on her clit, sent satisfaction zinging through Michael, straight down to his cock which was already roused from applying the clamps. Her nipples and clit were already more sensitive from having cum once, but she’d taken the harsh bite anyway, seemingly oblivious to the tears filling her eyes as she took in the pain and somehow turned it into her own secret pleasure.

While Michael enjoyed a bit of roughness himself - nails down his back or his lover’s teeth scraping over his skin - he’d never quite understood how masochists evolved agony into inexpressible pleasure the way they did, he’d just appreciated the results and learned how to use pain to get them there. It was beautiful to see her flush and pale, to hear her whimpers slide into moans, to watch her take the sexual torment he inflicted on her body, only to turn them into rapturous climaxes.

The slight tremor in her legs and arms would make this part of the torture particularly interesting, since her muscles were already struggling to keep her upright. Michael lowered his head to brush a gentle kiss over her lips as she looked up at him, her fingers tight about his hand, eyes glassy with needy passion. She hummed happily as he kissed her, trying to lean into him, the same way she’d tried to lean forward and keep his cock in her mouth. As before, denying her wasn’t easy, but he forced himself to do it anyway... he was in control of the scene and the scene wasn’t over yet.

“Bend over the desk, Ellie,” he reminded her, his voice practically crooning as he helped her turn around. Her eyelashes fluttered as she turned. Most men probably wouldn’t consider a waddling woman to be sexy, but as a sadist who had just plugged and clit-clamped his sub, Michael found her nearly-bowlegged steps fucking hot, because he knew why she was walking like that. In fact, he hoped she would be walking a little like that for the next few days.

When she bent over, exposing her ass and pussy to him, she let out a little gasp as her clamped nipples hit the desk. With her curves and petite height, the only way she’d be able to keep her nipples away from the surface of the desk was if she straightened her arms completely - which wouldn’t be easy with her already wobbling from her previous orgasm. Still, she did exactly what he thought she would and straightened her elbows, pushing herself back up and giving him a nice, creamy canvas from her shoulders all the way down to the backs of her legs to work with.