Big, dark eyes blinked up at him, filled with interest and tinged with a touch of apprehension. Her tongue flicked out to lick her lips, immediately making him think of putting her on her knees. Unfortunately, that wasn’t part of tonight’s plan.

Slow and steady wins the race.

“The corset is beautiful,” he said, tracing his finger along the top of it, just barely brushing against the soft skin of her breasts. “But it’s going to have to come off.”

Another little hitch of breath and a sweep of her tongue over her bottom lip in were her excited response. Michael grasped the front of her corset and pushed it together, undoing the clasps, and then pulled it free from her body. Pink grooves were set into her creamy skin where the boning had pressed in, creating an even more exaggerated hourglass shape than she naturally had. The tips of her nipples were hard, a darker pink than the grooves on her skin, begging to be touched.

Cupping her sensitive breasts in his hands, Michael leaned down to suck one hard nipple into his mouth. Ellie gasped at the sudden movement, her back arching as she leaned back against the desk, her hands still locked behind her. During the scene Andrew had shared her with him, Michael had discovered she had very sensitive nipples and the undersides of her breasts, something he was eager to exploit now.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a square of burlap. It wasn’t particularly rough burlap, but it was well textured and wouldn’t actually prick. Perfect for abrading skin.

With his right hand, he began rubbing the burlap all over her right breast while he sucked on the nipple of her left. Ellie whimpered and squirmed, and he could practically feel her confusion as her skin began to turn pink under the rubbing of the cloth square. Smiling, he switched breasts, and she let out a little shriek as his mouth closed around her nipple, which would be feeling much more sensitive after being worked over by the burlap.

The rough cloth abrading her skin would make her that much more tender, that much more sensitive, and would make the sting of the lash that much more effective.

He sucked hard on her nipple, long pulls on the turgid bud as she squirmed and trembled, her breath coming faster as she struggled to hold her position. Releasing the little bud from his mouth with a pop, Michael straightened and looked down at her. He grinned. The surface of her large breasts was now pretty and pink, her nipple glossy and plump, completely primed to be tormented by him.