Uncle Silas took the lead on her breasts. He didn't touch with his hands at first he leaned in, tongue darting out to trace the metal bar. Rose could feel every ridge of the ends as his tongue pressed them into her sensitive nipple.

"You chose these yourself?" he asked, voice rough, before pulling the bra cup down. The barbell lay exposed, the piercing hole slightly visible, the skin around it pink and healed. He took the entire nipple into his mouth, sucking gently, then scraping his teeth across the metal. Rose whimpered, her back arching.

Daddy's fingers continued their exploration below, but he stopped moving, just resting his palm flat against her mound, waiting. Watching.

Uncle Silas released her nipple with a wet pop, then used his thumb and forefinger to roll the barbell back and forth. The metal moved through the piercing channel, dragging against the sensitive inner tissue. He twisted it slowly, watching her face, noting each flutter of her eyelids, every bitten-back moan.

"You feel that?" he asked, tugging the bar forward slightly, stretching the nipple. "Every nerve ending wrapped around this steel. Does it make you ache, angel knowing we can play with these anytime we want?"

Rose nodded, breath hitching. He pinched both ends of the barbell together, compressing her nipple between the balls, then released. Then again, faster, a rhythmic squeeze-release that sent sharp sparks of pleasure straight to her clit.

Daddy's hand finally moved but not to touch her clit. He spread her labia wide, exposing the hood piercing completely, and simply blew cool air across it. The sensation was electric, the metal conducting the chill straight into the most sensitive bundle of nerves in her body. Rose cried out, hips bucking.

"Not yet, Princess" Daddy said, pulling his hand away entirely. "We have many things to explore."

Daddy positioned himself between her thighs, his face inches from her cunt. Uncle Silas kept working her nipples one pierced other not is such a tease, barbell glistening with saliva and the faint sheen of her own sweat.

"Look at it," Daddy said, more to Silas than to Rose. "That little barbell sitting right over her clit. Do you know what happens when I do this?"

He took the top ball of the piercing between his thumb and forefinger and lifted. The bar pulled upward, lifting her clit hood with it, exposing the tip of her clit completely. The sensitive head, usually protected, was now bare and swollen, throbbing visibly. Rose gasped, her thighs trembling.

"And this," he continued, releasing the bar and using just his fingertip to flick the bottom ball from side to side. The motion transferred through the metal, vibrating the piercing channel, which in turn stimulated the clit from its hidden underside. Rose's moan turned into a high-pitched whine.

Uncle Silas leaned over, his fingers still twisting her nipple bar in opposite directions one clockwise, one counter creating a delicious tension across her chest.

Daddy hooked his index finger under the bar and lifted it again, then with his other hand pressed the top ball down against her exposed clit head. The metal sandwich hard, cool, unyielding squeezed her clit from both sides. He applied steady pressure, not moving, just holding her there, trapped between steel.

Rose's breath came in ragged gasps. She could feel the orgasm building, a coiled spring in her belly, but Daddy released pressure just as she started to tip over the edge.

"No Princess," he repeated.

They worked in tandem.

Uncle Silas had one nipple barbell pinched between his teeth, tugging gently, the metal clicking against his enamel. He used his fingers on the other, flicking the pink bud. The sensation was maddening equal parts sharp and diffuse.

Daddy had abandoned his hands entirely. He lowered his mouth to her clit and took the entire hood piercing between his lips. He sucked, creating suction that pulled the metal forward, the balls pressing into the inside of his cheeks. Then he let his tongue play—flicking the bottom ball, tracing the bar, swirling around the exposed clit head that nestled just above the jewelry.

Rose was sobbing now, tears of frustration and pleasure tracking down her cheeks. "Please," she begged. "Please, I need...."

"Need what?" Daddy's voice was muffled against her flesh.

"Cum. Please let me cum."

"Not even close," Uncle Silas answered, releasing her nipple from his teeth. "We've barely explored these beautiful toys you gave us."

He dipped his head, replacing Daddy at her cunt. He didn't suck. Instead, he took the small barbell between his teeth gently, just the two balls clamped and tugged upward, lifting the entire hood. Then he let it drop. Up and down, a slow metallic ping each time the balls hit her clit, a rhythmic tapping that drove her to the brink and past it, without ever letting her fall.

Daddy moved to her nipples, taking over Silas's earlier work. He hooked his thumbs behind barbell, one at breast, and pulled it outward, stretching her nipple away from her body. The bar pressed against the piercing channels from the inside, a deep, tugging ache that radiated through her entire torso.

"Look at yourself," Daddy said. "One nipples pulled tight, your clit hood lifted like a tent. You're our little piercing doll, aren't you?"

Rose could only moan, her body suspended between three points of metal, each one tormenting her in a different way the pull of the nipple bar, the tap of the clit hood, the other nipple in her daddy's mouth, the constant near-threshold of an orgasm that refused to come.

They kept it up for nearly an hour.

Every time she got close, they switched techniques. Uncle Silas would twist the clit barbell ninety degrees, making the bar drag perpendicular across her clit, the sensation so intense her vision went white but he'd stop the instant her walls started to flutter. Daddy would roll both nipples one hooded with barbell and other without between his fingers at different speeds, creating asynchronous pulses of pleasure that confused her body, kept her from building a coherent rhythm.

When they finally stopped, Rose was a trembling mess, slick with sweat and arousal, her cunt clenching around nothing, her nipples red and swollen, the barbells gleaming with moisture. She hadn't cum. Not once.

Daddy wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Uncle Silas rolled his neck, cracking it.

"Good job, Princess," Daddy said, patting her wet thigh.

Now its time for the real play.....😈💦

How was this chapter... atleast hit the heart❣️ plzzzz.....