gonna regret asking this,” Derek said, scratching his forehead. “But I don’t understand? Secure them?”
“Yes.” Lino grasped each globe in a hand right at the base. “You secure them, so that they don’t bounce all around like this.” He shook each vulnerable breast in his hands, Derek mesmerized by their swing. He wanted his hands to be Lino’s. God, did he.
“What if I want them to bounce around?” Kurt shrugged. “I like seeing her tits move.”
Breanna looked down, blushing to the roots of her blonde hair.
Lino winked at Kurt, dropping her breasts, then tapping each one to send it swaying. “Don’t we all? And there may be times for that, yes? But when she is running, they will distract her, slow her down.” Lino looked to Derek. “They will be very sore after a race too, unless you secure them. Unless you like that too?”
Yes.
Derek tried to stuff that thought down deep, into a place where it would never come back out. “Why will she be running? You’ve said that a few times already. What are you talking about, Lino?”
“You will see tomorrow, Mr. Derek.” Lino turned back toward the bound woman. “We are not done here though.”
“Told ya,” Kurt muttered. “Just watch, this is good.”
Lino turned Breanna until she faced away from them. Derek could see the leather straps tied off at the back of her head, their tightness making him fear that the bit was rather uncomfortable indeed. Her long hair was disheveled, locks of it caught in the strapping. Lino’s palm caressed the long neck, and his hands moved over the harness, tugging on a buckle here, smoothing a strap there. He clasped her narrow waist in both hands, Breanna freezing as he did.
“Look at these. She has an ass yes?” Lino smacked it, sending her buttocks juddering. He chortled, glancing at Kurt. “You’ve taught her that much then, yes?”
“She knows to keep them loose.” Kurt’s eyes grew flinty with lust. “She’d get a lot worse if she clenched. She’s a good girl.”
“Not too good we hope,” Lino murmured, kneading her buttocks in both hands. He stepped back, waving Derek over. “What am I doing? You must learn! Come, feel them.”
Derek looked over at Kurt, questioning.
“Dude, are you kidding? You’re gonna be doing a helluva lot more than feeling her up.” Kurt jerked a thumb toward her. “Get over there.”
Many things a man imagines when watching the sway of curvy hips, the movement of a nice, round ass. Few times, if ever, does a man get to make those imaginings real. Yet here he stood looking down upon the surprisingly round, well-fleshed ass of Breanna. Though her build was trim, athletic, her ass was made for … enjoyment.
Christ, man we’ve gone into full on objectification here, haven’t we?
He didn’t care anymore if he did. His cock was so hard it throbbed in time with the pounding of his heart, as painful as it was wonderful. He grasped both of her buttocks, letting out a quiet sigh at the feel of her in his hands. God, how he’d wanted to do this, how he’d imagined how she’d feel — but knowing he’d never get the chance, would never act on it if he did.
Yet, here he was.
Her skin was so soft, her flesh pliant, vulnerable. As he squeezed — noting with a selfish pleasure that she didn’t shy away from his touch — he could feel the musculature there, the strength in her buttocks.
“This is the center of her power, the part of her that most matters for what she’ll become.” Lino moved close, his voice softening, the tones almost reverent. “It’s here you will punish her when she’s failed you, these buttocks. You will watch them as she pulls, see the power she must exert to obey the reigns, the sting of your lash. This is the ass you will look upon as she obediently bends for you late in the night, performing her last, but most important, service for her Lord and Master. Taking you deep inside her, surrendering herself in all ways. This is the center
“Yes.” Lino grasped each globe in a hand right at the base. “You secure them, so that they don’t bounce all around like this.” He shook each vulnerable breast in his hands, Derek mesmerized by their swing. He wanted his hands to be Lino’s. God, did he.
“What if I want them to bounce around?” Kurt shrugged. “I like seeing her tits move.”
Breanna looked down, blushing to the roots of her blonde hair.
Lino winked at Kurt, dropping her breasts, then tapping each one to send it swaying. “Don’t we all? And there may be times for that, yes? But when she is running, they will distract her, slow her down.” Lino looked to Derek. “They will be very sore after a race too, unless you secure them. Unless you like that too?”
Yes.
Derek tried to stuff that thought down deep, into a place where it would never come back out. “Why will she be running? You’ve said that a few times already. What are you talking about, Lino?”
“You will see tomorrow, Mr. Derek.” Lino turned back toward the bound woman. “We are not done here though.”
“Told ya,” Kurt muttered. “Just watch, this is good.”
Lino turned Breanna until she faced away from them. Derek could see the leather straps tied off at the back of her head, their tightness making him fear that the bit was rather uncomfortable indeed. Her long hair was disheveled, locks of it caught in the strapping. Lino’s palm caressed the long neck, and his hands moved over the harness, tugging on a buckle here, smoothing a strap there. He clasped her narrow waist in both hands, Breanna freezing as he did.
“Look at these. She has an ass yes?” Lino smacked it, sending her buttocks juddering. He chortled, glancing at Kurt. “You’ve taught her that much then, yes?”
“She knows to keep them loose.” Kurt’s eyes grew flinty with lust. “She’d get a lot worse if she clenched. She’s a good girl.”
“Not too good we hope,” Lino murmured, kneading her buttocks in both hands. He stepped back, waving Derek over. “What am I doing? You must learn! Come, feel them.”
Derek looked over at Kurt, questioning.
“Dude, are you kidding? You’re gonna be doing a helluva lot more than feeling her up.” Kurt jerked a thumb toward her. “Get over there.”
Many things a man imagines when watching the sway of curvy hips, the movement of a nice, round ass. Few times, if ever, does a man get to make those imaginings real. Yet here he stood looking down upon the surprisingly round, well-fleshed ass of Breanna. Though her build was trim, athletic, her ass was made for … enjoyment.
Christ, man we’ve gone into full on objectification here, haven’t we?
He didn’t care anymore if he did. His cock was so hard it throbbed in time with the pounding of his heart, as painful as it was wonderful. He grasped both of her buttocks, letting out a quiet sigh at the feel of her in his hands. God, how he’d wanted to do this, how he’d imagined how she’d feel — but knowing he’d never get the chance, would never act on it if he did.
Yet, here he was.
Her skin was so soft, her flesh pliant, vulnerable. As he squeezed — noting with a selfish pleasure that she didn’t shy away from his touch — he could feel the musculature there, the strength in her buttocks.
“This is the center of her power, the part of her that most matters for what she’ll become.” Lino moved close, his voice softening, the tones almost reverent. “It’s here you will punish her when she’s failed you, these buttocks. You will watch them as she pulls, see the power she must exert to obey the reigns, the sting of your lash. This is the ass you will look upon as she obediently bends for you late in the night, performing her last, but most important, service for her Lord and Master. Taking you deep inside her, surrendering herself in all ways. This is the center
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