"You think this is funny? Torturing me after ignoring me like trash?" I snarled, twisting away, but he followed, the feather relentless, tracing the V of my hips, so close to my throbbing cock that I could feel the air stir around it.
Then he set the feather aside and grabbed something else from the box, padded nipple clamps, sleek and silver, with adjustable screws. My eyes widened. "No, don't you dare—"
But he did. He leaned down, his breath hot on my left nipple as he attached the first clamp. The pressure was gentle at first, a soft pinch that sent a zing of heat straight to my core. I arched off the bed, a sharp hiss escaping my lips. "Fuck, that hurts, you prick!"
"Does it?" He tightened it just a fraction, the bite sharpening into something exquisite, a mix of pain and pleasure that made my cock jump, pre-cum beading at the tip.
He moved to the right nipple, clamping it with the same deliberate care, and I thrashed lightly, the tug sending sparks through my chest.
