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arousal another notch. She had an itch in need of scratching. She laid her hand, palm open, on her chest between her breasts and began to slide it down, over her abdomen.
    Richard grabbed her wrist before she could even brush the hair at the top of her mound.
    “No, Molly. You don’t pleasure yourself unless I tell you to.” He gripped her firmly and the heat from his fully clothed body warmed her bare flesh. He used his thumb to rub the skin on the inside of her wrist. His eyes glittered with arousal. He could feel her pulse, she realized, and knew she was hot.
    “I think it’s time for less talking and more action.” He still held her wrist. He led her over to the chains, and in moments secured her.
    She wondered if he’d come in here earlier, while she’d slept, and adjusted the chains to fit her height. Alan stood a good four inches taller than she. Cuffed, her arms stretched up, but she could still stand flat-footed on the ground.
    “Alan, bring me the blindfold.”
    The other man fairly raced to do his master’s bidding.
    “We’re going to touch you. And you won’t know if it will be pure pleasure, or a little pain. And Molly? No words, unless it’s your safe word.” Then he looked over his shoulder. “Strip and put your collar on. You’re to wear that collar for the rest of the day.”
    “Yes, Master.”

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    Then Richard stepped behind her and put the blindfold in place.
    She felt a moment of disorientation, but corrected it by spreading her feet slightly.
    Molly groaned when hands came around from behind to cup her breasts and pinch and pull on her nipples.
    “You have nice, long nipples when you’re horny,” Richard whispered in her ear. “Maybe we’ll get them pierced.” She couldn’t speak words but he hadn’t told her to remain completely silent. Why did being chained and blindfolded turn her on so much?
    “You look much better now, Alan,” Richard crooned. “Why don’t you bring me a set of clamps? Whichever set you like. We’ll see how Molly likes them, test her to see how much she can take.” She could hear Alan moving around and heard a slight metallic sound over by where she’d seen the clamps hanging.
    “These ones are deliciously evil,” Alan said. “And they’re my favorites.”
    “I’ll have to get another set, then. I think I’d like to see you both done up identically.
    “Yes please, Master,” Alan said.
    Molly sensed Richard moving, and she heard the sound of metal clanking, louder this time. Hot breath warned her just an instant before a mouth suckled her left nipple making it hot and wet. She moaned and undulated her hips, the strong draw on her breast seeming to pull a string of sensation that ended in her womb.
    The mouth left her and then she felt fingers plucking. And then came the bite of metal.
    Molly inhaled sharply, not because the nip hurt a bit, though it did. No, waves of horniness shivered through her, rising with the increased pressure of the clamp. Her skin pebbled and she squeezed her perineum in response, clenching her inner muscles to capture the elusive something that seemed to be stroking her inner erogenous zones.

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    Did that helpless, needy sound come from her? Richard’s chuckle told her it had. She sensed his movements, felt the heat from his body even through his clothes as he edged closer to her.
    “Let me just see how much you like this,” he whispered.
    His lips captured hers in a kiss that plunged her deep into the heart of passion, a freefall more exciting than a bungee jump. She opened wide, giving him all he could ask for, taking all she could in exchange. Her tongue mated with his, danced and played, her lips sucking his flavor into herself, relishing the taste and the fire and the feast.
    Fingers speared into her cunt while a thumb stroked her clit.
    No words but surely her groans and moans and whimpers told him how much she loved everything he did to her.
    “Ah, yes, nice and wet.