The Older Dom - Pleasure

He placidly strokes my skin, makes me squirm and twitch. He makes the edge like gum, stretched out long in front of me, and I'm wet like the spit in his mouth.

As the pressure aches I ask for more. He fills me back and front with his strong hand and I want to hurt for him. I beg for torture. He clamps my nipples in steel. Chains the clovers together and drops the central coil of metal into my mouth. He fucks me forcefully with his fingers and watches me lick and drag tendrals of silver between my teeth so I can pull at the chain and hurt myself.

I orgasm, flush his licking lips with fluid, wet his chin, give him power.

We break, he talks. I squirm and jolt with every touch. My skin flutters with electric fantasies. I get to come again later, sitting on a toy. I buck and flood. Lost in my own head. Wet, weighted, full flesh. He cradles me up. Im shaking. He kisses my neck, he whispers in my ear. He tells me I'm his good girl.