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was inside my cunt, the end of it rubbing my G-spot—and held it mid-air.
    He tugged again. Harder. And didn’t let the chain have any slack.
    I stared down at my nipples. They were distended, pulled so taut the soft circles of darkened skin around them were drawn through the squares. The pain went beyond immense, beyond anything I’d experienced before, but rather than push into the cage even more to lessen the wretchedness I was feeling, I reared back a bit to heighten it.
    I looked up at him, challenging him to pull even harder.
    He raised his eyebrows, as though questioning if I were serious.
    “Do it, Sir,” I said.
    He paused before he gave the chain another sturdy yank.
    This time the pain was greater than anything I’d ever endured. If I thought I’d been hurting before, I’d been wrong. It was like my nipples were blistered, as though fire raged through them, a torture that made my knees buckle and my cunt get wetter.
    “Oh, God,” I breathed. “Oh, God…”
    “That’s it,” he said. “You’re taking this very well.” He applied a bit more pressure. “And that. Aren’t you such a good girl?”
    “Yes,” I managed.
    He stepped toward me, giving me a breather as the chain slackened.
    Then he wrapped it around his fist a couple of times. I felt my nipples turn toward each other, and I stared down at them, at how they were so out of shape they’d become unrecognizable.
    “Have you had enough, sub?” he asked, resting his forehead on the cage, trapping my abused nipples between his chest and the door, giving them a fresh wave of misery.
    “No, Sir. I want more.”
    “Good, so you won’t mind me doing this.”
    He fumbled lower down between us, then the touch of what must have been his fingertips prodded at the top of my slit. He pushed them into my wet folds. And pinched my clit. I was in no doubt that he was using a finger and his thumb now, such was the intensity of his grip.
    “No,” I said, gasping to control my breathing. “I don’t mind that one bit, Sir.”
    “That’s all right then. So you won’t mind if I do it again, will you?”
    Before I could answer, he tweaked my clit again and gave the chain another wrench. I dropped my head back and gave in, having to push my body back into the cage to relieve some of the pressure.
    “Open the door,” he said.
    Somehow, I managed it. He stepped away, letting the chain go, pulling his finger and thumb back through the squares. The sensations in my nipples grew worse, not better, flooding my system with the mad alert that my God, I was on fire.
    “I think it’s time I joined you in there, don’t you?” he asked, pulling the door so the chain was taut and my nipples once again distended.
    I gasped and the sound mixed with a bang echoing toward us.
    I froze, held my breath deep in my lungs.
    “Shit,” he mouthed, glancing over his shoulder at the slim gap we’d squeezed through.
    I was hot and cold, the temperatures combining on my skin in a confusing contrast. I was also attached to the cage door he was holding open, the chain leading from my left nipple, taut through the mesh, before clamping onto my right nipple. Not only was I caged, I was also tethered.
    Fuck it. Was someone really coming back here, to where the empty pallets and cages were stored?
    I could hear my pulse in my ears but nothing else. My pussy was humming, the lingering discomfort of him having pinched my clit and stretched my lips still murmuring sweetly to me.
    Silence enveloped us. The shadows wrapped us up once more.
    “It was nothing,” I said after what seemed a long, quiet minute. “And distant, too. Perhaps a car door outside or something?”
    He nodded. “Yeah, I think you’re right.” A slow smile spread on his face. “Damn, this is getting you off, isn’t it? The thought of getting caught?”
    “It adds to the urgency, adds to the need for you to get the hell on with it.” I pouted. “Come on then. Get in.”
    He released the door and took a