The following day, I saw Sullivan only once, when we passed each other in the corridor. I met his stare and quickly looked away, but a mere second later, I glanced at him again. 

When I did, I found him grinning. As if he knew I'd returned to my apartment last night and fervently masturbated. As if he could tell that I'd pinched my nipples, delighting in the tenderness he'd left behind. 

For our second meeting on Thursday, I wore dressier pants and a tighter top. Beneath it, I was braless. Appearing in Sullivan's office doorway at nine sharp, I still had my coat buttoned up almost to my chin. He quickly stood, offering a murmured hello. Just as before, the blinds were now closed, granting us privacy. He'd turned off the overhead light, so the office was illuminated only by a lamp near the settee.

Stepping into the room, I closed the door behind me. After setting aside my purse, I began slowly unbuttoning my coat. My white top stretched across my breasts, leaving little to the imagination. 

"My God," Sullivan breathed, fixing his stare on my tits.

I shrugged out of the coat and let it fall to the floor. "Is this sexy enough for you?" Turning from side to side, I fondled my nipples. 

Sullivan's hand strayed to his groin for a brief stroke. "Oh, it's perfect, Aurora." Reluctantly, he looked away from my tits long enough to ask, "Want to take care of payment now?"

"Later," I replied. "Who knows how much you'll end up owing me by the time we're through?"

He laughed low and soft. "Very true. Now, why don't you have a seat and get comfortable?"

I hurried to remove my boots, then made my way to the settee. Sinking down upon it, I watched Sullivan open his desk drawer and remove two small, silver objects. Noticing my curious expression, he asked, "Ever used nipple clamps?"

"Can't say I have." My previous sexual partners weren't exactly adventurous in bed. 

Sitting beside me, Sullivan held out his hand so I could get a better look at the clamps. They weren't anything like those I'd seen in porn. No, these vaguely resembled tiny cocktail shakers, with narrower flat ends and a thicker middle. 

"These are magnetic." Sullivan took one apart, and then the other; they separated at the center. "I'll put one end on either side of your nipple, and the magnets will do the job of pinching."

I tried not to grimace. It couldn't be any more painful than the occasional hard pinches I delivered to my nipples, could it? Meeting Sullivan's stare, I flashed what I hoped was a confident smile. "Sounds fun."

He returned my smile, raising an eyebrow. Could he tell I was bluffing?

"Take off your shirt," he said.

I was no longer shy about revealing my breasts to him, not after what we'd done only a couple of nights ago. He reached for me, and I readily slid onto his lap.

Setting the clamps aside, he focused on teasing my nipples to full hardness with his fingers. "If the clamps become too painful, you need to let me know, okay?"

I nodded. Already, I was breathing faster. 

Sullivan leaned forward and buried his face between my breasts. I heard him inhale deeply. "There it is," he murmured against my skin. "That scent I crave. And yours is... particularly arousing."

Just when I thought this man could no longer surprise me, he lifted my left breast and nuzzled the skin beneath it. "Even stronger here," he whispered. The hot sweep of his tongue made me widen my eyes. I'd never imagined someone would want to lick the underside of my tit!

He did the same to my other breast, then sat back to gaze upon my nipples. "Nice and hard, just the way I like them." 

Still, he kept toying with them, his touch remaining gentle. He soon had both peaks elongated to an extent I hadn't dreamed possible. I was astonished at how malleable my flesh was beneath his fingers. 

"And now..." Sullivan again picked up the clamps. When I felt the cool, magnetic center of one half pressed firmly against the side of my right nipple, I tried not to shiver. Slowly, almost teasingly, he positioned the other half of the clamp on the opposite side of that puffy peak. As if performing a delicate maneuver, he eased the clamps closer together, with my flesh caught between them. 

The sudden pinch made me gasp. Of course, Sullivan heard it, and he looked up to search my face. I merely nodded, letting him know I was fine.

With a fingertip, he caressed my flattened nipple. "Fuck, that's gorgeous."

I told myself I'd get used to the pressure, but as he gave my left nipple the same brutal treatment, I discovered that instead of subsiding, the discomfort from the clamp only seemed to increase. 

After taking a moment to admire his work, he again looked up at me. "How do they feel?"

"Tight," I said in a slightly strained voice. 

"It's difficult to find magnetic clamps that deliver enough of a pinch. These are top of the line." As Sullivan spoke, he moved to free his cock from his pants. The sight of it, fully hard, made me release a faint moan. 

He didn't begin stroking right away. Instead, he fondled his cockhead, giving himself languid pleasure while he stared intently at my compressed nipples.

Even when the pain intensified to a near excruciating level, I grew wetter. It made me vaguely ashamed, to be aroused from such torment. The throb morphed into a sharp ache, a flower of agony whose petals opened wide within me. Finally, I could bear no more. "Ow..." The single syllable escaped my lips, mostly unbidden. It was as if I couldn't hold it back.

Immediately, Sullivan set about removing the clamps. "You did well," he told me. "I didn't expect you to tolerate them this long."

As soon as my nipples were free, I let out a dramatic sigh of relief. When Sullivan took my left nipple in his mouth, I tensed, but his suckling was tender and soothing. Before I could stop myself, I wove my fingers through his hair and held him close. A shudder of need traversed my entire body at the feel of his tongue caressing my skin. For several moments, the pain inexplicably heightened, and I could only assume that the clamps had previously dulled some sensation. Once they were removed, it all came rushing back. 

Sullivan moaned while tending to my right nipple. Gazing down at him, I felt that same surge of gratitude. He'd hurt me, yes, but now, he was making me feel so good! My hips began their rhythmic rocking, and I gently moved against his erection. My lust continued to build; it wasn't long before I reached the point where I was desperate to fuck. If Sullivan had wanted to take me then, I would have gladly let him. And I wouldn't have charged a penny.

Allowing my nipple to escape his mouth, he grasped my hips. Seconds later, I was sitting at his side. My boss climbed to his feet, his movements urgent as he started to undress. "Lie down on the floor," he commanded, then gave me both his dress shirt and undershirt. "Rest your head on these."

My wet, needy pussy pulsed in response. Were we actually going to fuck? 

Seeing my stunned expression, Sullivan made his motives clear. "I'm dying to slide my cock between those big tits of yours."

So were were going to fuck, in a way. Yet I couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment. Then I reminded myself that the man had made clear from the beginning that it wasn't my pussy he was interested in.

Silently, I followed his order. Lying on my back, I firmly told myself not to sulk. After all, I'd be getting an extra hundred out of this. My breasts sloped toward my armpits, and I wondered if I should support them with my hands. But maybe Sullivan wanted to see my massive tits succumbing to gravity.

As he went to his desk, I sneaked glances at his naked body. He was even sexier out of his clothes, which I hadn't thought possible. I would have paid him for the opportunity to squeeze his firm ass. All kinds of filthy thoughts raced through my mind: vividly, I pictured him squatting over my face and lowering those large balls toward my waiting mouth. 

Sullivan took a small bottle of lube from one of the drawers before returning to straddle me. His cock looked painfully hard by this point. With a knee planted on either side of my waist, he squirted some lube onto my tits. The sound of his quickened breathing carried to me while he massaged my breasts, getting them plenty slick. I let out a muffled whimper at the feel of his fingers gliding over my still-aching nipples.

Quietly, he spoke my name, and I looked up at him. "I'm going to give it to you hard," he warned.

I merely grinned. "Give it to me any way you want."

He placed his cock between my breasts. Blatantly staring at his erection, I reveled in its warmth.

His tone grew more brusque, just as it had during our first meeting when he'd gotten wildly excited. "Wrap those tits around my dick."

I quickly obeyed, making sure my breasts snugly enveloped him. The sensation made him groan, yet the first pump of his hips was almost tentative. A glance up at his face made me suspect that he was already struggling to last. Had he really never fucked a woman's tits before? From what I could tell by furtively studying the photo of his wife, hers weren't anywhere near large enough, but there must have been other women before her. And other women after her, like me. 

It didn't take long for Sullivan to surrender to the urge to thrust harder. I watched, transfixed, as his cock slid effortlessly through the tunnel my flesh had created for it. The head emerged from between my breasts, again and again. I fought the temptation to extend my tongue and lick his tip.

Suddenly, he leaned forward and cupped a hand against the back of my neck. I let him lift my head higher. While cradling me, he started fucking my tits with brutal thrusts. His fervent grunts accompanied that frenzied rhythm, and I couldn't suppress my pleasured moans. Even when his cockhead forcefully tapped at the hollow of my throat, I welcomed it, for I derived my own satisfaction from witnessing his. 

"I'm gonna come all over you!" he said in a guttural voice.

I'd seen him orgasm before, but this time was different. At the moment of climax, his face was so open, his expression raw and vulnerable. That lost look in his eyes sent a sympathetic shudder of lust through me.

His hips slowed to a halt, and his entire body tensed. I gasped when a powerful shot of semen struck my neck. More rained down on my collarbone, making me giggle. 

"You like that?" Sullivan asked. 

Flashing him my sluttiest smile, I purred, "Yes..."

As if to reward me, a final spurt of cum landed on the pulse point at the left side of my neck. Only when my boss was drained dry did I release the tight hold I'd maintained on my tits.

Again, Sullivan tenderly wiped me clean of his seed. Once finished, he took my hands and helped me to my feet. We were quiet while getting dressed, and while he paid me the three hundred dollars I was owed. Giving him a sidelong glance, I wondered if he regretted what we'd just done. He seemed thoughtful, almost pensive. 

Sullivan finally spoke as I was putting on my boots. "Your heart's not really in this job, Aurora."

I snapped my head up, unable to keep the alarm from my face.

"Relax, your job's safe," he rushed to assure me. "But I'm curious about what you dream of doing with your life. If money wasn't a factor, how would you spend your days?"

Though my gaze dropped to the floor, I figured he probably saw me blush. My dream? Well, it was ridiculously unrealistic. "I've always wanted to be a writer," I revealed quietly. Keeping my eyes averted, I went to retrieve my coat.

Sullivan again fell silent for a few moments. "I have a friend who works in publishing," he eventually said. "I could put in a good word for you. Do you have a manuscript ready?"

My work in progress, a novel, had been languishing in a drawer for many months now. "I'm still working on it," I replied, trying to keep my tone breezy, "so it's not ready for the slush pile yet. But I appreciate your offer."

Hands in his pockets, Sullivan considered me. "Something to think about." Circling around his desk, he closed the distance between us. Before we left the office so he could walk me to my car, he spoke again, as if the thought had just occurred to him. "How do you feel about breast bondage?"

Our eyes locked, and I did my best to appear unflustered. With only the slightest hesitation, I said, "Sounds fun."