Page 22 of Serving Her Sentence

“Look at me, pretty girl.” Sean grinned at her, a wide flash of white teeth, his dark eyes boring into hers as he released her nipple from his fingers before replacing them with something that was much,muchtighter.

“Ow, ow, ow!” Noelle found herself going up on her tiptoes, panting for breath as whatever was at the end of the silvery chain crushed her nipple mercilessly. Sean leaned forward and brushed his lips over hers in a kiss as if he was trying to drink in her little cries of pain before shifting position to the other side.

Her breast throbbed, and she looked down at the clamp closed around it. Little gems dangled from it like decoration, two wide silver prongs on either side of her nipple crushing the tiny bud between them.

A sharp slap on her ass got her attention, and she jumped slightly, which made her breast bounce and the chain jiggle, pulling on the clamp and her nipple, sending another sharp bite of pain through her.

“Keep looking at me, pretty girl,” Sean crooned, pinching her other nipple and plumping it the same way he had the first. The clamped nipple throbbed in its confinement, the sharp burn settling into a sore ache. “I like to see your face while I hurt you.”

Noelle’s pussy spasmed. That shouldn’t be arousing, but her body didn’t care. It responded as if he had just licked her clit, tingling need pulsing through her at his words.

She met his eyes helplessly, silently pleading with him not to put the other one on. His grin widened, and he closed the clamp around her nipple. Noelle’s mouth dropped open, and she let out a wordless wail. Tears sparked in her eyes as she panted through the pain, her body slowly adjusting, slowly becoming accustomed to the painful torment.

The chain dangled down between her breasts, and Sean hooked one finger over it, tugging. Noelle cried out again, her body trying to follow to relieve the pressure on her breasts as her nipples were pulled away from her body by the pinching clamps. Chuckling, Sean dropped it again, the tiny tugs as it bounced only slightly easier to bear, sending little jolts of pain stabbing through her.

“Check her pussy.” Damian’s voice was tighter, harsher. He was turned on from watching them.

Fingers roughly dipped into the front of her pussy, and Noelle closed her eyes against the shame that swept over her.

“She’s soaked.” Sean’s voice was laced with satisfaction. He pressed deeper, the tips of his fingers pushing into her, the heel of his palm rubbing against her clit, and Noelle moaned, automatically rocking her hips forward for more stimulation. Her nipples throbbed in time with her pulse, the ache, almost good as the pleasure from her pussy, spiraled outward.

“Fuck her.” The command was almost guttural, and Sean didn’t need to be told twice. Noelle found herself staring at Damian as Sean moved behind her, already undoing the front of his pants. Damian’s eyes met hers, filled with heat. “Bend forward a little, slut, so Sean can fuck you more easily, but keep your eyes on me.”

She leaned forward, and the chain swayed in front of her, tugging on her nipples, then even more when Sean gripped her hips and shoved into her from behind her. The thrust was rough, hard, and fast, not giving her time to adjust to his huge cock, and she cried out at the shocking intrusion. It hurt, but it felt good to finally be filled, even if it had been too fast.

As he rammed into her from behind, the chain bounced, tugging on her breasts as they moved from the force of Sean’s thrusts. The wet sound of his cock filling her pussy competed with her soft cries. If he hadn’t been holding her hips in place, she would have been shoved forward; instead, she was like a rag doll, struggling to hold her position and look at Damian while Sean plowed into her from behind.

“Hold her hair, Sean. I want her to keep looking at me.”

The thrusts slowed, and one hand left her hips, reaching up to grip the ponytail high on her head. Her scalp tingled as Sean pulled her head up, making it physically easier to meet her master’s eyes but certainly, not emotionally. The intimacy of being fucked this way while having to stare into his eyes made her feel raw and exposed.

Damian didn’t move from his position, didn’t play with his dick, didn’t fondle his bulge. He just watched while Sean fucked her roughly from behind, keeping his eyes on her face as if daring her to look away.

Pain and pleasure were colliding inside her, the tugging on her nipples, starting to feel good while her pussy clamped down on Sean’s dick every time he thrust home. With a groan, he shifted slightly, so each stroke was pushing into her, his cock rubbing against her g-spot, balls swinging to slap against her swollen clit.

The long day of teasing, of pent up arousal, was becoming too overwhelming to bear.

“Please… please… I need to come,” she begged, staring pleadingly at Damian. “I… I’m going to come… please…” He looked back at her, unimpressed. A frantic panic grew as Sean increased his efforts, as though he was trying to get her off before Damian gave her permission. “Please… Master…”

The very edges of Damian’s lips curled up at her free use of his title.

“You may come, slut.”

As though her body had been waiting for his approval, the moment he said the words, ecstasy roared through her like a tidal wave, swamping her senses with pure sexual bliss. Noelle cried out, the tears welling in her eyes, then sliding down her cheeks at the sheer intensity of the climax after such a long wait.

Her knees began to buckle, causing Sean’s grip on her hair to pull even harder, which set her off all over again. Thanks to his strength, they went down to the floor together.

Second position.

Almost. Except Sean kept his hand on her hair, pulling her head up and using her ponytail like reins, leverage to help him fuck her as hard as he desired, all while forcing her to keep her eyes on Damian. Noelle sobbed out her ecstasy, quivering and shuddering while Sean grunted and thrust hard one last time. His cock felt huge inside of her, harder than before. Her muscles clenched around him as he began to spurt, milking every paroxysm of his orgasm from him.

The grip on her hair relaxed, and Noelle sagged for a moment before struggling to remain in position. While she wanted to just drop to the floor, she only had one coherent thought—do not disappoint Damian.

“Second position, slave.” Damian’s voice was mild, and Noelle could have wept with relief as she let her head drop and pushed her tired muscles into the bent-over position, Sean’s dick still lodged deep in her pussy. The big man held himself there for another few long moments, his cock slowly shrinking before pulling himself free.

A wet trickle ran down her thigh, and she knew it was his cum.

“Thanks, pretty girl,” Sean said as if she had given him something instead of being there for his use. He patted her bottom, then got to his feet.