I don't have even a second to digest what he's said.
The first time the tongue of the crop hits my right nipple, nothing happens for a second. Then I feel the fire spreading through the bud.
I gasp, surprised by a pain I should have expected. But it's so much worse than I thought. He doesn't even wait for me to
get over the first hit. Before I know it, my other nipple is screaming in agony.
He alternatively hits both my nipples for what seems forever. All I can focus on is his beautiful body. The way his lean muscles tighten when he sends the crop flying through the air. The way his neck tenses when he makes contact with my body.
He stays completely silent, focused on me while I focus on him. It's the only way to survive the pain.
He takes a step back at some point, and I use the break to dig my desperate gaze into his.
"S-stop," I rasp. I can barely take a breath.
He does leave my nipples alone, but instead, he taps my inner thigh. "Open."
