"I love them, Tracy," I said, leaning forward and biting her nipple hard, enough to truly hurt, and firm enough to make her gasp and arch her back.
"Ahh!" Tracy cried out sharply, the sound escaping before she could stop it.
It was loud enough that someone outside might have heard if the boutique hadn't been filled with the low hum of background music and other customers.
"Shh… you're so loud," I whispered, my hand quickly covering her mouth for a second while I listened carefully for any footsteps or voices outside. "Aria might hear you."
But no one came. No one paid any attention. Her cry seemed to have been muffled by the general noise of the boutique, the soft chatter of customers, the rustle of clothes, and the distant hum of conversation.
"But sir… you bit it so roughly," she said, her voice shaky and needy, her nipple now visibly reddened and throbbing from my teeth.
