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She whiain I walk back over to her “Did you think your punishasm?”

“They hurt” She ignores my question

“Good,” I say and then pause, getting an idea “They can come off If … you tell me what happened today”

She turns her head to face away froht”

My brows rise What the fuck happened that she doesn’t want me to know? “What happened in the kitchen?” I try another way

Nothing

“Okay” I reach down and undothe leather between hs

She screa

Doing it again, I order, “Ass up in the air”

She buries her face into the pillohi her back

Dropping the belt next to her on the bed, I reach out and rub les her ass, and I grip her underwear and tear them down the middle My hand runs down over her ass to her pussy “Last chance Tell ers into her already wet cunt

She…”

I reers and slap her pussy

She cries out, her body jerking, and she goes to pull her knees together “Don’t you dare,” I warn, and she pauses, slowly pushing theh, tapping her pussy in warning, and she flinches My left hand reaches for the chain that connects the handcuffs, and I grip it init toward her ass

Her head coasps “Please …”

I tap her pussy again before pushing the two fingers back into her “You’re in control here,” I say Manipulation is important “All you have to do is tell me, and I’ll take them off”

She stays silent, and it pisses me off

I force a third finger into her pussy and work the her clit She rocks her body back and forth, whi harder on the cuffs