Fuck Baseball, Part Four

One of the things Craftsmate had listed wanting to do was to torture my nipples. And when he put it that way it was kind of hard to refuse.

He retied me on my back, blindfolded me and pulled my shirt up. After tugging my bra up as well, I heard him chuckle a bit under his breath and felt myself tense nervously.

He twisted, pulled, and pinched hard. I gasped when he would go from gently brushing his fingers over them to pulling them hard while twisting them.

Somewhere amidst the condescension and teasing, he blurted out, “this reminds me of Fight Club.”

“Uh?” I blinked behind the blindfold.

“That part where he says that he wanted to destroy something beautiful,” Craftsmate replied, stroking his fingers over my nipples before flicking them.

I went to say something, but all I could manage was an “oh”.