I lean in closer, my breath hot against your ear as I whisper, "You're going to beg me to stop." My hands continue to torment your nipples, pinching and twisting them until you feel a sharp pain shoot through your chest. I pull back just enough to watch the expression on your face before leaning in again, kissing you harder as my fingers relentlessly work their magic.
"Tell me," I whisper against your lips, "tell me how much this hurts."