He felt the changes in her body, in her breathing and the way her movements grew different.<br/><br/>"Yes my tigress," he murmured as he moved from one hardened nipple to the other, taking it into his teeth and holding it lightly as his tongue caressed the sensitive nub.  His fingers tugged and stroked and teased the damp nipple his lips had just left, keeping up the relentless assault upon her body.  The tongs tightened and loosened, turning slowly but unwavering back and forth as he worked her steadily.<br/><br/>His touch was unhurried and patient.  He'd shown her that there was indeed pain she was unprepared for, and now he would show her the peak of pleasure.  He would work her with this same maddeningly slow touch until her coaxed howls of pleasure as raw and unrestrained as the shrieks of pain he'd drawn from her.<br/><br/><br/><br/>