The Bastard Was Cautious

I didn't get it.

What did Ferrari stand to gain from watching me do any of this?

I couldn't keep my thoughts in check as my fingers pinched my nipples, while he watched seated from across me.

It didn't feel good, I wasn't aroused by this pointless activity. For fucks sake! I was a man, my nipples wouldn't get hard and I wouldn't get aroused by pinching them. The only thing I felt was my nipples numbing from the pain.

"Haa.." I fake moaned, hoping it would get this bastard's dick hard.

But he responded, "Do you think I'm stupid?" He was clothed in a matching robe and wore a disapproving scowl on his face.

"Do it properly, or else..."

Damn him!

I bit my cheeks while drawing circles with my thumb on their tip. There was no way, my nipples could get me hard from this...

"'There's no way I'll get hard from this' is what you're thinking, isn't it?" Ferrari asked, penetrating my thoughts.