The dark game

Azzurra took one of the clothes pegs, her fingers trembling slightly as she brought it close to her nipple. She closed her eyes, holding her breath as she applied it in one swift movement. A sharp pain shot through her breast, making her gasp. She opened her eyes, meeting Maalox's gaze, who was watching her with an intense expression. ‘The other one,’ he ordered, his voice admitting of no argument. She obeyed, applying the second clothes peg just as quickly. This time the pain was more intense, a burning that spread throughout her chest. She groaned, her hands clenching at her sides as she tried to get used to the sensation. Maalox snapped a picture, the click of the camera echoing through the room like an echo of her pleasure. ‘Perfect,’ he murmured, moving closer to her. ‘Now the mask.’ Azzurra looked at him, her eyes full of questions she dared not ask aloud. Maalox handed her the black leather mask, his eyes shining with an intention she could not decipher. ‘Metitela,’ he said, his voice admitting no refusal. ‘I want you to see the world through my eyes, Azzurra. I want you to feel every sensation, every touch, every pain, without distraction.’ She nodded, taking the mask and placing it over her face. The soft skin enveloped her eyes, plunging her into total darkness. She felt vulnerable, exposed, but at the same time aroused. -- Professional photo service with high-resolution images.