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she shivered when Grisha showed her his once again clawed hand. Using just his index finger he traced a
path from her nose over her lips and chin, down her throat into the valley of
her breasts. With a few quick flicks of that clawed digit he freed her breasts,
and bits of her bra fell to the floor like lace confetti.
    He circled her slowly
admiring his handiwork, and her skin heated under his quiet assessment.
    "Wriggle your
fingers for me, and make a fist."
    When she did so, he
smiled, and stepped so close his body heat branded her. She leant into him as
far as she could, and he ran his hands slowly down her arms. He massaged her
shoulders and then cupped her breasts, flicking the nipples with his thumbs. She
moaned and yanked on the ropes holding her up. The swat to her ass stung, and Grisha shook his head.
    "Don't try and rush
me, sub. Or I will leave you hanging there for a long time indeed. I may even
get Mistress Scarlett to come and join us. I do believe you've seen her in
action when you came in."
    Shiiiiit ! The mere
thought gave Neeve palpitations. The heavily made up
raven haired Domme she'd seen fucking the sub over
the spanking bench? Sweat broke out all over her body at the thought of being
at the other woman's mercy, and she frantically shook her head, imploring Grisha with her eyes.
    "No? Did you not
say mere minutes ago you'd like another woman?" His grin was sin itself
when she shook her head again so fast she felt dizzy.
    "Did you think I
would bring in another sub?" He stepped closer again and traced a figure
of eight over her quivering abdomen with the end of the rope. A shiver went
through her when he threaded the rope through her legs and pulled it tight
against her slit. He repeated the action until she was spread wide, with her
legs lifted off the floor, the rope sitting either side of her clit, exerting
delicious pressure. Looped around her thighs and waist it helped to take the
strain of her shoulders.
    "Hmm beautiful,
sweetheart, but we need to do something to show off your tits. Just like
this." He fastened another length of rope around her breasts like a
harness, until they were squeezed together, and jutting out. Her nipples ached
and puckered, as the wicked burn spread across her skin. Like the lick of a
flame, the familiar rush spread through her veins. Fear of the unknown
heightened the experience, and her muscles went slack. Her breathing deepened, and she shut her eyes to give herself up to
sensation. The rough feel of his tongue against her aching globes made her
whimper, and she could feel his smile in the butterfly kisses he delivered
along her skin down towards her cunt. He pulled on the piercing there and blew
his hot breath across her labia. Neeve moaned long
and hard around her gag, and Grisha's tongue created
more sweet magic. She gushed her juices, and he lapped
them up, tunneling into her core with animalistic growls as his hands dug into
her ass cheeks.
    Her body contracted, and
stabs of raw need travelled from her clit out in waves of sweet, spiraling
torture. Just as her orgasm threatened to erupt, Grisha bit down on her sensitive lips and pinched her clit. She screamed, and he
laughed into her belly.
    "Not
yet, my sweet Neeve . When you come this time
I want you splintering around my cock, milking me dry, while you scream my name
and know that you're mine. Mine to do with as I
please. Mine and only mine."
    His voice had dropped an
octave with those words of ownership that settled dangerously close to her
heart. She could almost believe he meant them. But this was just a scene. She
had to remember that. This is what he did. What had Estelle said? Grisha is very good at fulfilling your fantasies .
She couldn't afford to get lost in the illusion. This lifestyle wasn't for her,
it wasn't. It couldn't be.
    There was a movement of
air, and then a million little beestings erupted on her tummy. She screamed and
her eyes flew open to see Grisha flick the flogger
again. With deathly