The Nature

Delve into another phenomenal story by Breanne Erikson - The Nature. Posted to AfterDark Online!

Pain explodes through my breasts as he pulls me upward. My bound hands writhe at the small of my back and even the relief I feel from no longer having so much of my weight on my own tied arms is nothing compared to the agony lancing through each nipple. I can feel his cock inside me, thrusting, pumping as he pulls me up by my tits, each nipple caught delicately but firmly in the bite of the clover clamps. His hand is on the chain between them, tugging, holding me up, pulling me. He is near the edge, but so am I, and without permission I shake, crying out my release even as I feel him hardening inside me. He grimaces at my weakness as he cums, his hand still tugging hard on my clamped tits and it is a combination of pain and pleasure as he explodes inside my pussy, filling me.

He is finished, but I am not, and he rolls off me and then pulls me to my feet; by the nipple clamp chain. Fire perforates each nipple and I stumble forward, almost unendurable pain shooting out from my breasts. I’m led out of the bedroom and to the kitchen, hands still bound behind my back. He lets loose the clamps, only to push me forward and down. I fall to my knees, the hard tile floor hurting just a moment before he shoves me forward with a knee. I straighten my back and feel the table top pressing into my ribs, just under my breasts. But then he pushes down on my shoulders and I fold slightly to his touch. My bosom rests on the table.

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