Chapter 78 - Emily

**EMILY**

Emily felt a growing restlessness inside her as soon as Alexander left the room. What did he have in his suitcase? What kind of toys were there for labia? She had only been able to find clamps on the Internet. But that would be just one toy, not several. How was he going to torture her and arouse her at the same time? 
As she lay down on the bed, a shiver ran down her body. She saw herself! The ceiling above the bed was covered with mirror tiles. When he fucked her, she could see him. And when she was sitting on him and riding him, he could watch her. Or had he had the mirror installed so that he could watch himself when he played with his penis? After all, he had never brought a woman into this house before, so that was more likely. 
As she lay naked on the soft bed with her arms and legs spread, she felt cold. The room was unheated; he probably spent little time in the house. Hopefully he would turn on the heat or warm her with his body. Of course, she would prefer the latter.
When he came through the door and put his suitcase on the nightstand, she jumped. Why had she expected only a small carry-on? This thing was as big as a normal suitcase!
“Mr. Fitzpatrick, I’m cold. Could you please turn up the heat?” She looked at him sheepishly, hoping he wouldn’t slap her again for asking. But he just looked at her, reached for her body, ran his hand along it, and then sighed.
“Sorry, Emily, I don’t want you to be cold.” He walked to the door and turned on the thermostat. “It will warm up in a moment. But I promise you, my whip collection will warm you up too.”
He came back and lifted the lid. Inside the lid she saw various restraints. He took out wide, padded straps and handed her a pair. “Put them on your feet.”
“Yes, Mr. Fitzpatrick.” She took the restraints in astonishment and began to close the straps around her ankles. It was a strange feeling to be tied up.
“Here,” he handed her another pair of cuffs. “Put one on your right wrist. I’ll put the other on.”
“Yes, Mr. Fitzpatrick.” She obeyed him again, curious to see what would happen next.
“Here, pin these to your breasts.” He handed her two metal clamps. Now he looked at her and smiled. She swallowed anxiously and made a face. She was supposed to put the clamps on herself? “Come on!” Because she didn’t react immediately, he slapped her hard on the chest.
“Ouch, yes, Mr. Fitzpatrick, I’ll be quick.” A little awkwardly, she reached for a nipple and attached the first clamp. She grimaced as the metal piece snapped shut. But his horny look made up for the pain, so she applied the second clamp as well.
“Nice,” he whispered, grabbing her full breasts. Then he squeezed them so hard that she screamed. She had never thought that a breast could be squeezed so hard that it became really thick at the front. But he could! And at the same moment as the terrible pain shot through her body, both clamps were released. Breathing heavily, she looked down. How was this possible? He bent over to her right breast, grabbed the nipple with his teeth and bit down. 
She writhed and gasped and moaned in pain. “Mr. Fitzpatrick!”
With the nipple between his teeth, he looked up at her and she saw the lustful glow in his brown eyes. Hearing her scream and moan like that made him horny. He paused in position for a moment, then pulled on her tortured nipple so hard she thought he was going to rip it out. She bent her head far back, curling her toes in pain and clenching her fists. As he placed the clamp on her elongated nipple, she screamed and tried to push him away with her hands. She struggled against his grip, screaming. He immediately released her tortured nipple, grabbed her hands and chained them together, then pulled her to the end of the bed and paused for a moment. 
“Damn it! I told you my house wasn’t made for games. I can’t tie your hands.” Snarling, he sat down on her hip and looked at her. She didn’t like the look in his eyes at all. Her nipple throbbed terribly. If this was sadism, she could do without it. But when he bent down and licked over the hot, swollen nipple, she felt not only a painful tingling, but also a pleasant tingling, and desire spread in her abdomen again.
Traitor, she scolded her abdomen, trying to think of Alexander’s cruel bite to drive the lust away. But instead, the lust in her grew more intense. She wished he would torture the second breast as well and then lick it wet.
“Please, Mr. Fitzpatrick, I have a second breast,” she whimpered. “Please take care of it too.” She must be crazy, begging him for pain! But she couldn’t help it. She wanted to feel more. She felt a longing inside her that was already aching, and she wanted to be released from this overwhelming desire. 
Alexander granted her wish with shining eyes. But he warned her: “If you try to push me away again, I’ll slap you, slave.”
“Yes, Mr. Fitzpatrick.” She bit her lower lip and waited for him to bite her nipple. Even though she knew exactly what he was going to do and how terribly it would hurt, she still had to scream as he pulled the second nipple with his teeth and then snapped the clamp on the sensitive, tender red flesh. The nipple glowed and his tongue was simply divine. Flashes of light flashed before her eyes and she gasped violently. He flicked both nipples with his fingers and her cries grew louder. She shivered and twitched, not knowing whether she was experiencing multiple orgasms or the most intoxicating feelings of bliss. 
“Damn it, Emily! If you’re going to freak out about this, what are you going to do when I whip you?”
He climbed off her and she looked after him, frightened but trembling with lust. Everything came to her brain like a fog, she felt intoxicated - satisfied and yet full of feverish desire. What would he do now? Would the clamps come for her labia? Or would he start with the whip first? 
She had been thinking all wrong. He began to undress her! He quickly took off all his clothes and for the first time she saw a cock. Big and thick, it was facing her. He knelt over her hips and looked at her longingly. “Take him in your mouth!”
She didn’t think about it, but straightened up and opened her mouth wide. Before she could bend her head, he pushed into her mouth. At the same time, he grabbed her head with both hands and held it tightly. She felt the fullness of his thick cock. Almost relieved, she felt him pull away. It was too big! It was way too big for her little mouth! But he thrust again and she began to gag.
“Look at me,” he gasped. His voice was husky with lust.
She looked up at him. She couldn’t speak. But he should see that she obeyed him immediately. Although she was terribly afraid that he would come inside her and she would have to vomit in bed - she wanted to do everything to satisfy him.
He fucked her mouth vigorously and seemed to enjoy the way her warm oral cavity enveloped him and her tongue licked him. Emily was surprised when the first droplets of cum entered her mouth. It tasted really good! She greedily licked up every drop that came out of his head. Wanting more, she began to suck harder and lick more fiercely. She barely noticed the pain in her nipples. This mouth fuck was delicious. With each thrust he tried to push his cock a little deeper. But there was still so much sticking out that she finally raised her hands and kneaded his thick testicles with one hand while grabbing the root of his cock from underneath with the other. He groaned and stopped. 
“Damn it, Emily, stop or I’ll come in your mouth!”
She let go of him in shock. He pulled his penis out, bent over to the nightstand, grabbed a condom and slid it between her legs. She couldn’t really spread them because she was wearing the ankle cuffs. But that didn’t bother him. He pushed his hard cock against her wet pussy and rubbed against her aroused flesh. “I’m going to fuck you now, slave. And when I come, the cruel part begins!”