Natalya's breath hitched, her body trembling as my fingers continued their relentless assault, pinching and rolling her nipples until she was squirming in her seat. "Jack—" she started, her voice a desperate whisper, but I cut her off with a sharp tweak of her nipple that made her bite back a moan.
"Quiet," I murmured, my voice a command. "Unless you want Claire to know exactly what I'm doing to you."
Natalya's eyes fluttered closed, her body arching into my hands as I pinched her nipples harder, the pleasure-pain making her breath come in ragged gasps. "Fuck," she breathed, her voice trembling. "You're killing me."
I chuckled darkly, my fingers never stopping their torment. "Oh, wife," I whispered, my voice a velvet threat. "We're just getting started."
