I froze, my chest tightening as his hand brushed against my shirt. My heart raced as he traced over the fabric, stopping just above my chest.Then he touched my n****e through my shirt and pinched it hard.
“Your eyes,” he said, his tone commanding yet smooth, “should only ever look at me.”
“What? You asshole!” I yelled out in pain and anger.
He just smirked and said, ”You still dare to talk back?”
Then Aamon started to slide my n*****s between his index and middle fingers; then he rubbed them with his thumb and forefinger, taking turns; and finally, he simply gathered all three fingers together and pinched and teased those two little wretches.
"Ah... Uh-uh... Aamon... Please, stop..." A wave of tingling, yet comfortable pain surged through me, and I couldn't help but moan.
I felt my c
