Chapter 113 It's Pure Torture

I sense him retrieving something from the table, and then his warm breath grazes my face, causing goosebumps to ripple across my body.

I feel something cold on my nipple.

Is he planning to use nipple clamps on me? My breath grows heavier at the mere thought of him applying them to my sensitive nipple.

“Do you know what I’m holding?” He inquires in his low, husky voice, and I pant in front of him, feeling helpless.

He can do anything with me, and I can’t even see it. The anticipation alone is enough to bring me to the edges.

He spanks one of my tits with a gentle touch, bringing me back to reality.

“Answer me, kitten.” He demands in a stern tone.

“Nipple clamps, Master.” I mutter, my voice laced with desire.

“Good! You’re right.” He praises me, bringing a smile to my face.

“May I use these on you?” He seeks permission before using them on me.

It’s like a complete transformation! Last time, he didn't ask for my consent when he used them as punishment, but now he seeks my consent, which