Rain pattered against the windows of Caitlyn’s office, while moonlight filtered through the heavy blue velvet curtains, illuminating the downright filthy show happening. Her hand gripped one of your ankles, resting it on her shoulder as the cold wood of her desk pressed against your back. Papers and pens lay scattered on the floor, forgotten beside your discarded clothes. It was a power trip, really. You were left a naked, squirming mess on her desk while she looked down at you, not a single piece of fabric having left her body.

It was a fact that quickly became evident in your relationship. Once Caitlyn’s hands were on your body, it no longer belonged to you; it was hers instead.

The wet squelching of her fingers moving in and out of you bounced off the walls, creating a sinful melody that harmonized with the quiet sound of her soft kisses against your ankle. What a pretty song it created. "My love—won’t you make some noise for me?" Her words were a whisper, her breath brushing against your skin. She had few expectations regarding your compliance, so when she was met only with a quiet sigh from you, her self-control shattered. Almost as if the strings that had been holding her back were torn to shreds and then burned to ashes.

"Alright—maybe moaning is off the table, but crying isn’t, right? You can cry for me, can’t you, or are you too dumb? Poor little doll."

Such a gentle voice, resembling more of a threat than a lover’s promise. Her fingers left your ankle to reach into her pocket, retrieving a set of keys. A small silver one jingled in her hand as she bent down to unlock one of the drawers in her desk. A few seconds of rummaging through items passed before a sadistic smile graced her face. "Ah! I found it!" she exclaimed, almost too ecstatically. "Close your eyes for me." When you complied, her hand snaked up your body, gently caressing your chest. Then, the cold touch of metal brushed against your skin as a small chain dangled from her hand, a clip adorned each end of the chain. Soon those same clips found their way to your nipples. The stinging pain spread through your body as they clamped down around the sensitive peaks, pinching painfully.

Nipple clamps—she kept fucking nipple clamps in her desk.

As if that weren't enough, Caitlyn cruelly tugged on the chain connecting the clamps with a soft laugh. Her other hand left your weeping hole only to administer a gentle slap to your chest, watching the flesh redden slightly with sadistic delight.

“You look so much prettier like this, darling."

It didn’t take long for her fingers to find your entrance once more, teasing it before pushing into your warmth. As your walls fluttered around her, she tugged harder on the chain, the pain intensifying. Her pace quickened until it became brutal, her fingertips pushing and prodding at your g-spot as if it were her God-given right.

"Don’t you dare entertain the idea of cumming tonight until I see tears on your face." Cruel words spilled from her lips as her eyes bore into yours, her tone leaving no room for argument.

"I’ll stop if I feel you squirming even the slightest bit—understood?" Caitlyn momentarily let go the chain to deliver a light slap to your cheek. "Good girl." With that, she lowered herself and pressed her lips against your clit.

"If you decide to break your useless silence, I'll start being nice."