He's forbidden me from touching his body. He says it's my punishment for having the thought that he didn't want me. I'm not allowed to touch him while he moves all around and over my body. If I do, he'll have both my hands tied to the bed. I can't take that much torture.
So as his lips find their way to the roundness of my breasts and his tongue licks the hardened tip of my nipple, all I can do is hold on to the shits for dear life while sinking my toes into the bed.
Sucking on one of my breasts with his mouth and squeezing the other in the palm of his hand, I want to cry out in pain because it hurts. The way he's squeezing me hurts yet the only sounds escaping my lips are a cry for more. It's such a painfully sweet feeling.
