Ellie moaned as Michael started to spank her breasts, turning the slightly pink mounds a darker pink as his hand batted them back and forth. She could see the arousal growing in his eyes, not just from swatting her tender bits, but also from her vocal response. She’d never really cared before, whether or not a Dom was aroused by what she said or the sounds she made, but knowing Michael was just made her want to make them more - so she could see his reaction.

And he didn’t disappoint.

The sadistic light flared in his eyes, his hand pausing for just a moment after her moan, as if he wanted complete silence so he could drink in the sound, and she was pretty sure she saw the front of his pants jerk. The large bulge made it clear he was fully erect in his leathers, all large and hard and ready to be inside of her.

SLAP! SLAP! SLAP!

The more he smacked her breasts, the more she moaned, trying to arch her back upwards only to find herself restrained by the strap across her ribs, and the reminder of her immobility just turned her on even more. When he stopped spanking her tender mounds, he gripped one in each hand, fingers digging into the soft pink flesh painfully before easing back just a bit so he could start kneading them. Being so tightly bound, even the massage was uncomfortable, and Ellie gasped and whimpered as her breasts tingled under his firm touch, feeling swollen to three times their normal size.

“Michael... Michael pleaaaaaaase,” she begged, panting, as he continued to torment her by playing with her breast and leaving her empty, needy pussy all alone. The upper half of her body felt hot and swollen, coursing with sensation, while her lower half was left throbbing with arousal but completely untouched. She couldn’t even rub her thighs together to achieve some kind of stimulation.

“Please what, pretty girl?” he asked, his hands still working on her breasts, fingers playing with the clamps and making her nipples ache, the sharp sensations going straight to her pussy, winding her up like a coil of wire on a spool.

“Please play with my pussy.” The plea was heartfelt. She didn’t beg to cum because she wasn’t quite there yet and she doubted he’d let her anyway. But maybe he’d touch her needy, aching pussy. The collar around her neck shifted as she squirmed, turning her on even more with the reminder it was there. That she belonged to him. “Please, please, please...”

SMACK!