The pinching on her nipples seemed worse... harder... as the poor, afflicted buds were moved over the wood of the desk, squashed between her body and the hard wood, putting even more pressure on the taut buds. Although the torment of her nipples wasn’t nearly as bad as the sharp pinch on her clit which shot through her with every thrust. It was a sharp pinch that sent her reeling, her pussy quivering around Michael’s cock, as pain fought with pleasure, until pleasure finally won... her orgasm expanded, only to be cut through with agony as the clamp seemed to bite down more... which only made her masochistic ecstasy grow.

When Michael suddenly withdrew, pulling out of her grasping pussy as she sobbed through her climax, it was both a relief and a deprivation.

The world spun and suddenly she was on her back, her red nipples pointing to the ceiling, and Michael bending over her as he draped her legs over his arms. She was bent nearly in half as he plucked the clamp off of her right nipple, his cock sliding back into her pussy, and she squeezed down hard around him as she screamed with the sensation of blood rushing back into her crushed nipple. The soft, wet, heat of his mouth helped to soothe the tortured bud, but not enough to ameliorate the pain entirely.

When his body slid all the way home and knocked against her clamped clit, she was immediately distracted from the agony of blood returning to her nipple as this new stimulation had her seeing stars.

Tears slid down her cheeks and into her hair as he fucked her, sucking on her poor nipple, before removing the other, but she was barely aware as her clit was jolted about, the pressure on the tiny nub almost too intense to bear. Part of her wanted to beg for mercy, to scream ‘red’... but she could take it... she could bear it...

And when he finally released her other red nipple and his hand moved down to her pussy, Ellie moaned in denial, knowing what was coming.

“Noooo... please....” She writhed on his cock, her pussy milking and shuddering.

She was riding high on a thundercloud of pleasure, the strikes of lightning assaulting her whenever his body knocked against the clit clamp... but when he took it off it was going to be a tempest of sensation.

“It has to come off, sweetheart,” he said.

His dark eyes glinted wickedly, drinking in the sight of her as he opened the clamp and tossed it to the side.

Ellie’s nails raked down his chest as she thrashed, screaming and arching, his body over hers, inside of hers, wreaking havoc with her senses as his body rubbed against her agonized clit. He was leaning forward, his chest rubbing against her nipples, every part of her aflame with sweat and sensation, passion and anguish.