Nathaniel grabbed my chin. “Are you going to be a good girl for my guests?”

I pressed my lips together, refusing to give him an answer.

“Going to be like that, are you?” He let go of my chin and I felt him move away. “Very well. Hope you aren’t overly attached to this shirt.”

Something sharp pressed against my back. For a second, I thought it was a knife, but I felt it open and realized it was a pair of scissors. With determined efficiency, he cut through my T-shirt and I gasped as cool air met my skin.

“A lovely bra,” he said, tracing the edges of the lacy cup.

“Beautiful,” an unfamiliar voice called out and I jumped at its sound.

“Anyone else want to see her tits?” Nathaniel asked.

More applause came from the side of the room along with a jumble of voices I couldn’t make out.

Nathaniel stood behind me, running his hands over my shoulders, and he whispered in my ear, “You’re standing in the middle of the living room, facing them. I’m going to strip you naked and they’re going to see every inch of you. First I’ll start with your bra.”

He undid the clasp at the back. “Your breasts will be like a little teaser. Soon, I’m going to have you undress the rest of the way and show them just how wet being treated like this makes you.”

He palmed my breast under the material of the bra and pinched my nipples. His hands were rough as they pulled and stroked. “Too bad you’re all tied up. I’m going to have to cut this bra off so that everyone can see you.”

With two snips of the scissors, my bra was gone and I was topless. There was a murmuring of voices from the men in the room, but they spoke too low and I couldn’t make out what they were saying. Nathaniel was stroking me again.

“Normally, I’d put clamps on her, but she had them on yesterday so I thought I’d do something different today.”

I felt his absence as he stepped away and I couldn’t hear what he did, but there were whispers of approval from across the room.

“Mark her.”

“Make her whimper.”

Just hearing them made me throb with need even as I struggled to hear a hint of what Nathaniel was doing.

“Give me a number, S,” Nathaniel said.

“Five,” a voice that sounded vaguely familiar replied.

“Five on each it is.”

Five what?

Something swished through the air and a sharp slap stung my nipple. Fuck, a crop.

“Again,” someone said and the crop landed a second time, but on the opposite breast.

I couldn’t hold back the, “Owww,” when it landed a third time.

“Silence.” Nathaniel struck a fourth time. “Or else I gag you and double it.”

I bit the inside of my cheek to keep quiet. It fucking stung. The men in the room started counting each strike and I focused on that to stay quiet.

When they finally called, “Ten,” Nathaniel pressed himself against me. My breasts ached when they rubbed across his shirt.

“You handled that well,” he said. “Now for a little reward.”

His mouth engulfed a nipple, sucking hard and deep, running his tongue across the tip. I swallowed a moan and pushed my chest forward, wanting, needing, more. He granted my request, moving to the opposite nipple and taking it between his teeth, tugging sharply.

He continued his sensual assault on my breasts and it felt as if he was feasting on me. My nipples had grown more sensitive with each of my pregnancies. At times I thought I could come from breast play alone. Every tug, every nip shot straight between my legs, making me crave more.

“I could do this for hours,” he murmured against my skin, “were I not so ready for the next course.” His hand slid down my side and curved around to rest on the top of my ass. “Though I warn you, if I find out you’re not wearing panties, you will be punished.”

He knew as well as I did that he hadn’t laid out panties for me today. Just to be obstinate, I brought my legs together. He hadn’t tied them apart, after all.

“You’re only making this harder on yourself.” The cool metal of the scissors pressed along the cleft of my ass, cutting slowly through the thin cotton of my shorts “Such a waste.” The sharp tip inched around to my front. “I suggest you hold still. I’d hate for my fingers to slip.”

I don’t think I took a breath as he methodically cut my shorts completely away. Inch by torturous inch, the material parted and the metal drew closer and closer to my needy flesh. I whimpered as the scissors slid past my throbbing clit.