I pulled on the leather restraints that were holding my hands above my head,

listening as the metal chains clinked together.

My chest was heaving up and down with anticipation.

I watched as Devin crossed the room, carrying a big box of what I knew were multiple fun toys.

Let's see, he said teasingly, reaching out to slide his finger underneath my chin and then down over my bare breasts.

What should we start with? Should we start with these perfect tits of yours? I swallowed hard.

I could feel a string of wetness dangling from my pussy, and heat rose to my face. I hadn't been so turned on in years. Getting into the world of BDSM had really been a game changer, and I felt lucky that I had met someone as safe and hot as

Devon. He began to squeeze my cleavage, getting harder and rougher with each passing second.

When he began to tweak and pinch my nipples, I couldn't hide my reaction.

I started to pull against my restraints again, my body twisting against the delicious pain.

Mmm, I think someone likes that, said Devon, a big grin on his face. He pulled his hands away from my breasts,

leaving my nipples aching. He slid his palms along my hips, his fingertips barely dragging over my skin.

When Devin reached my pussy, he used one hand to caress my clit,

while the other hand held me by the chin. His grip forced me to look deep into his gaze.

I blushed, but the intensity also made me tremble with aroused anticipation.

Where had this been all my life?

Yes, he breathed.

Yes, get nice and wet for me.

God, you're dripping, Nina.

I whimpered as his fingers dipped inside of me.

He spread them wide, stretching my pussy out as my wetness coated him. Slowly and deeply,

he began to finger me. My body bucked against his hand.

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