Thirty-seven
Our gazes clash, when I think I have gotten through to Brandon, he pulls on it and I let out a small cry. Tears slip from the corner of my eyes, I bite my lips. "Use your safe word."
Brandon eyes me as my lips part open but for some reasons, I can’t bring myself to say the word, a part of me enjoys what we are doing, the lashing and teasing. He scoffs, I look down at my naked body and back to him, he’s still fully dressed except for his shoes which are missing. I gulp at the bulge straining against his trousers and lick my lips, I want a taste of him. My hands cover my breasts when he lets go of the chain and I wince when my fingers brush my areola, if we keep up with this, my nipples might fall off.