Releasing her breasts, I run my hand down her smooth, flat stomach until I reach the soft folds between her legs. As I had suspected, despite the pain—or more likely, because of it—she’s soaking wet, her pussy already liquid with need. My cock throbs in response. The sight of her restrained, with her delicate nipples clamped and hurting, appeals to me in a way that my old shrink would’ve undoubtedly found disturbing. Doing my best to control my hunger, I touch her small clit with my thumb, pressing on it lightly, and she moans, leaning back against my chest, her hips lifting up in a silent plea for more.

“Tell me what you’re feeling now.” I deliberately keep the pressure on her clit feather-light. “Tell me, Nora.”

“I… I don’t know…”

“Tell me how those little nipples feel. I want to hear you say it.” I accompany the demand with a firm pinch of her clit, causing her to cry out and buck against me from the sudden pain.

“They—they still hurt,” she gasps when she recovers, “but it’s different now, less sharp and more like a steady throb…”

“Good girl…” I stroke her swollen clit gently as a reward. “And what does it feel like when I touch you like this?”

Her small pink tongue comes out again, flicking over her bottom lip. “It feels good,” she whispers, “really good… Please, Julian…”

“Please what?” I prod, wanting to hear her beg. She has the perfect voice for begging, sweet and innocently sexy. Her pleading affects me in a way that’s just the opposite of what she intends—it makes me want to torment her more.

“Please touch me…” She lifts her hips again, trying to intensify the pressure on her sex.

“Touch you where?” I move my hand, depriving her of my touch altogether. “Tell me exactly where you want me to touch you, my pet.”

“My… my clit…” The words come out on a breathless moan. I can see the sheen of sweat on her forehead, and I know that my torture is having an effect on her, that the sensations she’s feeling are as intense as I intended.

“All right, baby.” I touch her again, pressing my fingers into her slick folds to stimulate the bundle of nerves with light, even strokes. “Like that?”

“Yes.” She’s breathing faster now, her chest rising and falling as her orgasm approaches. “Yes, just like that…” Her voice trails off, her body tightening like a string, and then she cries out, jerking in my arms as she reaches her peak. I hold her through it, keeping the pressure on her clit steady until her contractions abate, and then I reach for another item I have prepared.

It’s a dildo this time, one that’s roughly the size of my own dick. Made of a special blend of silicone and plastic, it’s designed to imitate the feel of human flesh, right down to the skin-like texture on the outside. It’s as close as I will let Nora get to experiencing another man’s cock.