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“I’m not Milo, little fucktoy. We won’t be playing with his toys today.

I have my own plans for you. This way.” I led her past the camera tripods to the board I had moved into place earlier, which had a metal pole sticking out of it.

Her confusion amused me, but I did nothing to help clarify things for her yet.

“First things first, you can take the shirt off. There’s no need for it today.” I let her undress while I grabbed the rope. I caught her peeking across at me to see what I was doing. So curious, but I knew she had no idea what was coming.

“Kneel on the board. With your back not quite touching the pole.” My instructions were clear and simple.

She could listen to them or not, but she would do what I told her, regardless.

I ignored her as she looked at me with an expectant expression.

Milo always told her everything he was doing and why, and I wasn’t sure what Renzo was like with her.

He was different with Milo and I, catering to what each of us needed, and I was sure he had his own way of talking to her too.

But she wasn’t with either of them and she needed to get used to the way I did things.

When I took a step toward her, she rushed into place, kneeling. Interesting. I was going to need to keep a close eye on that; I didn’t want her to be terrified of me. Intimidated, sure. Willing to do what I said, absolutely. But I didn’t want her to be too scared to enjoy things.

Once she was in place, I crouched behind her.

I didn’t tell her to put her hands behind her back, rather I took hold of her wrists and moved them for her.

She was smart enough to know not to shift them once I had tied them in place, letting them rest in the small of her back.

I didn’t stop her from moving around or trying to get comfortable.

Finally, she settled with her ass on her heels, but it didn’t matter how much she shifted, kneeling on the wood wouldn’t get any easier.

Rather, it would get harder over time, but that was the point.

Once her hands were bound, I picked up a length of chain connected to the bottom of the pole.

It was lightweight and looked like a leash when I connected it to the back of her collar.

There was a little slack, but not enough for her to stand up.

She could rise, so she wasn’t resting on her heels, but not much further.

Her brow furrowed in confusion and when she caught my gaze, she opened her mouth, but then closed it again with a click of her teeth.

Interesting. I wondered how long it would be before she ask me her questions.

Reaching into my pocket, I pulled out a set of clover clamps with a chain between them. I had already set the tension to how I wanted, and I let them hang from my finger, swinging in her line of sight.

“You know what these are, right?” She didn’t answer with words, instead nodding her head.

I bet she thought I missed the way her thighs clenched together. But there wasn’t anything she could do I wouldn’t see. I was captivated by every little move she made.

“Renzo told me how much you like them.” I smirked at the look of surprise on her face. Renzo hadn’t told me anything, but I enjoyed putting her off-balance. I liked her thinking that we spoke about her. The things she liked, the sounds she made; comparing notes, so we all knew everything about her.

Her nipples were still tight buds from her ride on the dildo earlier, but I pinched each one and rolled it between my fingers, tugging on it enough to make her lean forward and hiss in pain.

She was so sensitive and reactive, the perfect toy for us.

I leaned in, taking in the scent of her hair as I nipped at her earlobe.

The soft squeal of surprise made me chuckle as she straightened up again. Fuck, she made this so easy.

“Keep still, so I don’t have to tie you to the pole. You are going to want to move later, trust me.” I was more than willing to restrict her movement. But the point of this afternoon was to give her choices. Sure, none of them were going to be good choices, but they were still hers to make.

I watched her quiver as she took a couple of deep breaths and straightened her spine, trying to remain still.

I had hold of her nipples and was rolling and pinching them, teasing them into hard, tight peaks.

Once I was satisfied, I clipped the clamps into place, chuckling at her gasp and whimper, and I saw her clench her thighs together again.

Our little fucktoy loved the pain. I fucking knew she would.

“Two more pieces, and then we can start.” I didn’t miss the sharp glance she gave me.

“What do you mean, start? We’ve started.” Ah, there was her voice, I was glad she’d found it. She was going to need it with me. I tapped her lower lip with one finger, while my other hand sent the chain between her pretty tits swinging, each movement of the metal tugging on her sensitive nipples.

“Little fucktoy, you have no idea what is coming. We haven’t started yet, trust me.”

Her cheeks flushed with anger at my words, and she narrowed her eyes, but there wasn’t much else she could do with her hands tied behind her back.

Leaving her in place, I stood up and grabbed the last two pieces I needed.

The first was a vibrating wand. It was plugged into the wall, so I didn’t have to worry about the batteries going flat.

Wanting to tease her, I held it where she could see it and turned it on, choosing a low setting.

A buzz filled the air, stronger than most of the other toys she had played with, I was sure.

Her eyes widened, and her hips squirmed, her ass rubbing against her heels.

Her arousal painted her cheeks a darker pink, and I grinned, turning it off again.

“Don’t worry. I know how much you’ve enjoyed playing with Milo. And I won’t tell you that you can’t come like he did. In fact, I’m feeling generous. You can come as much as you want.”

Her excitement at the prospect of being allowed to orgasm as many times as she wanted was clear, but she didn’t know how much she was going to come to regret it.

Kneeling in front of her, I set the wand down on the board, sliding it until the head rested against her clit.

I took the time to tape it down to the board, as I didn’t want her inevitable squirming to knock it away.

It needed to stay exactly where it was. I didn’t turn it on yet though, as there was one thing to do first.

“Comfy?” I didn’t expect her to answer, but I asked anyway.

The daggers she glared at me were worth it, and I took up another length of chain.

This one was actually a leash, with a clip on each end.

I clipped the first end to a ring on the board that she hadn’t noticed, and the other end I clipped to the chain between her nipple clamps.

It was tight enough to stop the chain from swinging, and I saw her sigh in relief.

Silly fucktoy, her relief was going to be short-lived.

I turned the dial on the wand, setting it to a medium pace before I stood, and stared down at her. She looked fucking pretty, kneeling there, biting her lip as she tried to keep quiet. I was happy to wait her out. She would make a sound soon enough.

I stepped out of the view of the cameras and took a seat, so when she looked at me, she would stare right into the one in front of her.

“Do you know why I have placed you in this position, Isabetta?” I called her by name, since I had no issue using it.

I simply liked the way her cheeks burned when I called her fucktoy.

She shook her head, wincing as the motion pulled on the collar. Her hips were moving, grinding against the toy that teased her, as her pleasure built.

I leaned forward, my elbows resting on my knees.

Her eyes darted to my forearms, to the ink that shifted as I did, and I clenched my hands for a few seconds, flexing the muscles and making the veins stand out before I relaxed them again.

“What will you give me if I tell you? Or should I let you find out on your own?”

This was all part of the game. She would give me everything I wanted before I let her up, she simply didn’t know it yet.

It was the same as the one Milo and I had played a few days ago.

To show her we were in control. That if she struggled, the only person she hurt was herself.

Of course, I was meaner about it than Milo.

“I’ll—” I could see her mind whirling as she trailed off, clearly trying to think of something. “I’ll blow you.”

My scoff tumbled out at her words. “Fucktoy, you will do that regardless. All I have to do is walk up to you and tap my pierced cock on those pretty lips, and you will have your mouth open and tongue out in a second. Try something else. An offer that means something to you.”

I wasn’t interrogating her, but that didn’t mean my skills weren’t useful. I was curious to see what I could get from her. What she thought I wanted.

Her brow furrowed as she considered, her hips still grinding her clit against the buzzing wand, the chain moved, although not too much, barely tugging on her nipples. This was how she should always look. Wanton, needy. This was what she had been made for.

Letting her stew, I leaned back in the seat, one hand resting on my lap, the other behind my head as I watched her. I wanted her to see me as comfortable, and I considered sliding my hand into my pants and rubbing my cock, but decided against it. There would be plenty of time for that later.

I watched her breath catch and speed up. Her tits shook as she squirmed and rocked against the wand, even though it made the clamps tug at her nipples. Maybe she did that on purpose, but I didn’t think so.