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started to rumble. “Lovely, just lovely.”
    I couldn’t respond. I was too focused on trying to take what
I was feeling and turn it into the orgasm I so desperately craved.
    My eyes were closed, my entire focus on my pussy, so I only
vaguely heard Master Clay walking away. I opened my eyes when he flicked my
nipple.
    “You have lovely breasts. Nice and firm. In future any
lingerie I allow you to wear will need to display these lovely nipples.”
    “Thank you, Master.”
    “Your instincts are good, Leona.” He pinched the base of my
right breast, then leaned down and took my nipple in his mouth.
    I screamed in pleasure—the feeling was more intense than
orgasms other men had given me. For a moment I thought I’d come just from that,
but there was no relief, only more need, more want.
    Master Clay switched to the other breast, sucking my nipple,
biting it gently, then flicking it with his tongue. When he pulled back, the
tips of my breasts were damp.
    He fisted a hand in my hair, holding my head steady. His
free hand dipped into my pussy. Lifting his hand, he pressed his index and
middle fingers, both wet with my body’s juices, against my lips. I opened,
accepting his fingers into my mouth.
    He pressed them deep, deeper than I’d expected, and I
started to gag.
    “Swallow,” he barked. “I don’t allow gagging, and when you
take my cock in your mouth I will expect to be able to fuck you as deeply as I
want.”
    I fought the urge to gag, my eyes watering. His fingers
thrust in and out of my mouth. It was uncomfortable, and his hand on my hair
meant I couldn’t escape, yet I found myself no less aroused than I had been a
moment ago.
    When he released me I sucked in a breath, the belt at my
waist squeezing me as I did so, reminding me that I was owned, controlled.
    Master Clay released my hair and went to the controls for
the cross. A motor whirled to life and I could feel the faint vibrations of the
machine, a pale echo of the vibration of the egg, as I was tipped back. There
was nothing supporting my shoulders and head and I strained to keep myself up.
    “Would you like some support for your back?”
    “Yes, Master Clay.”
    “There’s a price for that.”
    “A price?”
    “Yes. I will allow you to choose the payment. Your options
are no orgasm tonight or wearing an anal plug for one hour tomorrow.”
    “No orgasm?” I gasped.
    “Is that your choice?”
    “No!”
    I let my head drop so I was staring upside down at the far
wall. My shoulders and back were already starting to cramp. I realized this was
a trap. He’d given me a choice, but it wasn’t really a choice at all.
    “That offer has expired.”
    “What?” I lifted my head. Master Clay stood in the shadows
and I couldn’t see his expression.
    “Your options, if you’d like back support, are now no orgasm
tonight or an anal plug and nipple clamps tomorrow.”
    “Anal plug and nipple clamps.” I rushed out the words, not
wanting to have the price rise a second time.
    “Good.”
    Master Clay came around to my head, reached under the cross
and released something. In the next moment there was a padded bar beneath my
shoulders. My head was still unsupported, the weight of the collar increasing
my discomfort.
    “I intend to use your mouth, so I will not offer you head
support.” He flicked my nipples casually, then circled to stand between my
spread legs.
    I lifted my head to watch as Master Clay knelt, now at eye
level with my pussy. He examined me in detail, stroking my pussy lips, then
spreading them open to examine my core. He pushed at the hood of my clit, then
pinched the base, tugging my clit away from my body. Next he hooked his index
fingers in me and spread me open, seeming to peer into me. It was strange,
almost clinical, and that slightly forbidden feeling made it all the better.
    There was a snap and I looked up to see him putting on
gloves.
    “I’m going to finger your ass. Have you ever taken fingers
up your ass?”
    “No,