Diana stepped closer, eyes locked on those exposed, hardened nipples. She dragged the tip of the whip slowly over one swollen peak, circling it teasingly.
Selena whimpered, another soft, needy moan slipping from her lips as her nipple tightened even harder under the leather’s touch.
"Listen to that..." Diana purred, voice thick with arousal. "Screaming like a victim, moaning like a slut." She tapped the whip lightly against Selena’s other nipple, watching it bounce and stiffen. "Your body is betraying you so beautifully."
Linda was sobbing hysterically in the chair beside them. "Nooo! Please stop! She’s my daughter— don’t do this to her!"
Diana ignored Linda’s desperate sobs completely. She raised the whip again, letting the braided tail hover just inches from Selena’s bare, marked tits. The leather tip brushed teasingly back and forth over those stiff, aching nipples — slow, deliberate strokes that made the swollen peaks twitch and harden even more. Selena whimpered, her body jerking in the suspension as fresh shivers ran through her.
Diana’s lips curved into a wicked smile. She turned her gaze to Linda, who was strapped helplessly to the chair, tears streaming down her flushed face.
"Are you feeling sorry for your daughter?" Diana asked, voice dripping with mock sweetness. "Hm... then why don’t you try sothing even better?"
She looked at , eyes gleaming with dark amusent. Leaning in close, she whispered against my ear, her breath hot and teasing, "Tell , Dexter... do you like the mother... or the daughter?"
Before I could even open my mouth, Diana chuckled softly, low and knowing. "I already know the answer. I know it’s the mother." Her fingers tightened around my throbbing cock, giving it a slow, possessive squeeze. "I have the complete record of every woman you’ve ever slept with, Dexter. Every na. Every detail. I know you better than you know yourself."
Her words sent a strange thrill through . Then she pressed her lips right against my ear again, voice dropping into a velvet whisper.
"Why don’t you do sothing to that Linda... right now?"
I blinked, genuinely surprised. Just last night, she had been possessive as hell, warning not to even ntion another woman in front of her. And now she was offering this?
Diana noticed my hesitation. She pinched my waist sharply, nails digging in just enough to make hiss. Then she smiled — a dangerous, indulgent smile.
"Think of it as a reward," she murmured, "for confirming our relationship. You’re mine now... and this is the one and only ti I’ll let you play with soone else." Her hand stroked my cock again, slower this ti, pressing the wet fabric against my aching length. "But only while I watch. Only while I control it. Understand?"
I nodded, heart pounding.
Diana stepped back slightly, still holding the whip, and gestured toward Linda with a graceful tilt of her head. "Go on, Dexter. She’s all yours for tonight. Make her moan like her daughter just did... while I enjoy the show."
I moved closer to Linda, my steps deliberate. The curvy MILF glared up at with pure venom, her shoulder-length red hair ssy and stuck to her tear-streaked cheeks. Her heavy breasts strained against the tiny white lace bra, nipples already stiff from fear and the cool air. Her thick thighs were pressed together as much as the restraints allowed, the sheer white panties visibly soaked at the crotch.
"You fucking pervert," Linda spat, voice trembling with rage. "Don’t you dare touch . Stay the hell away!"
I didn’t stop. I stepped between her spread knees and reached out, cupping one of her heavy breasts over the thin lace. Linda gasped sharply, trying to jerk away, but the straps held her firmly in place.
"Get your hands off , you bastard!" she snarled.
I pinched her left nipple between my thumb and forefinger, rolling it firmly through the lace. The sensitive bud hardened instantly under my touch. Linda’s breath hitched, her body tensing.
"Stop... ah— don’t!" she growled, but there was a slight quiver in her voice now.
I pinched harder, tugging the stiff peak outward, watching her full breast stretch and bounce back. Then I moved to the other nipple, giving it the sa treatnt — pinching, twisting, rolling until both were rock-hard and poking obscenely against the wet lace. Linda’s chest heaved faster, her pale skin flushing a deep pink.
"Fuck you... I hate you," she hissed through gritted teeth, but her hips gave the tiniest involuntary twitch.
Selena, still hanging suspended beside us with her tits marked and fully exposed, scread in fury. "Get your filthy hands off my mother! You sick fuck! Diana, tell your boy toy to stop! I’ll kill you both!"
I ignored her and slid my hand lower, trailing down Linda’s soft, quivering stomach until my fingers reached the front of her tiny white panties. The fabric was drenched. I pressed two fingers against her clit through the sheer material and flicked it lightly.
Linda’s entire body jolted. "Nngh— don’t you dare touch there!" she snapped, voice still angry, but breathier now.
I flicked her clit again — faster, sharper little taps that made the swollen nub throb visibly under the soaked lace. Linda’s thick thighs trembled, trying to close but unable to. Another flick, then I pressed down and rubbed slow circles over her clit.
Her angry glare started to waver. Her lips parted, and a soft, unwilling whimper escaped.
"You... bastard..." she breathed, but the venom was fading. Her hips began to rock subtly against my fingers, chasing the sensation despite herself.
I pinched her clit gently between my fingers, rolling it, then flicked it rapidly again. Linda’s head fell back against the chair, a low, throaty moan slipping out before she could stop it.
"Ahh... fuck..."
Selena’s eyes widened in horror and rage. "Mom! Don’t you dare moan for him! Fight it! You’re letting them win! You slut— stop enjoying it!"
But Linda’s resistance was crumbling. Her cheeks burned crimson as she looked at with glassy, conflicted eyes. The anger was still there, but it was mixing with sothing hotter, more needy. Her voice turned coquettish, breathy, and teasing despite the humiliation.
"You think you can just... mmm... play with like this?" she purred softly, her tone shifting into sothing almost seductive. "Pinching Mommy’s nipples... flicking her poor little clit... You’re enjoying this way too much, aren’t you?"
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