“Remember. Silence.”
“Yes, Master.” She gritted her teeth and
braced.
“Look at me while I put them on.”
“Yes, Master.” She studied his dusky
eyelashes, his sculptured jaw line. When the pain bloomed, his gaze
met hers and she could see him basking in her anguish.
“It hurts, doesn’t it?” he asked. “I don’t
know why I like to hurt you so much. Perhaps because you bear it
for me. For my pleasure.”
Her eyes flickered with tears, not from the
pain of the other clamp—although that hurt like crazy—but from the
realization that he knew her so well. This odd connection between
them, this understanding, it went deeper than she’d realized at
first. When their eyes locked again, she could see he felt the
same. How? Why? How long? She didn’t know, but in this moment, she
would have given him anything he asked.
“Come on,” he said, twitching the chain
between the clamps. “Over to the bed.”
It was hard to rise with her nipples tugged
painfully and her hands cinched behind her back, but she managed as
best she could. He led her across the room as if the chain was a
leash, and each time he tweaked it the pain in her nipples
sharpened, but she didn’t make a sound. He sat on the edge of the
bed and lifted her astride his lap, his sheathed erection jutting
up between the two of them. “Do you want my cock inside you, baby?
Are you turned on?” He reached between her legs to grope her. She
was so wet, she could hear the sound of his fingers parting her.
She wanted him so badly, she would have fought through a dozen
brick walls to get to him. But he was here, right here.
He eased back across the starched,
down-filled white comforter, pulling her with him. His hair
obscured his features as he leaned forward to grasp her hips, and
then he lowered her onto his thick cock. As wet as she was, it was
still a slow process to take him all the way inside. She felt
impaled, helpless.
He jerked the nipple clamps. “What a view.
Move on me. Ride me.” He flicked the chain like it was a horse’s
reins and she rode him as best she could without her arms to help.
His head fell back and he spread out his arms, flexing his muscles.
He looked like an angel...and a devil. She squeezed on him and he
bucked his hips up against her clit.
“Oh, God,” he sighed. “You feel
wonderful.”
He started working her hips in a circle,
manipulating her so that even though she was on top, she had no
control. He filled her again and again, tweaking the nipple clamps
when her moans got too loud. It was so hard to be quiet. With the
pain she could concentrate, call on her self-discipline to help
her, but in this pleasure, she was losing all control.
“Oh, it feels...so...good...”
Undressing him, scurrying to find his
bedroom, taking his cock deep in her throat, all of that was
foreplay, all of it culminating in this, the joining of their
straining bodies. She wanted to come but she was afraid to come
because she might turn inside out, just as he’d warned. She felt
inside out already, like everything inside her was bared to his
gaze.
Her cries got louder the closer she got to
orgasm. If she could have, she would have muffled them with her
hands, but they were trapped behind her back by his belt. She rode
his cock faster and faster, seeking fulfillment or pain, whatever
he wanted, because that’s what she wanted. She arched toward him
when he pulled the clamps, offering her torment for his
pleasure.
With a rough movement, he tumbled her
sideways, still fucking her. He hit her clit with every stroke
then, excruciating pleasure building to a peak. “Oh God, oh God!”
She was getting really loud now but she couldn’t help it. She was
too far gone to obey. He pressed a hand over her mouth, then took
off the nipple clamps one after the other so sensation flooded back
into her breasts.
That was the end of it for her. Every nerve
in her body fired a delicious release. Her limbs trembled
uncontrollably as she gasped
“Yes, Master.” She gritted her teeth and
braced.
“Look at me while I put them on.”
“Yes, Master.” She studied his dusky
eyelashes, his sculptured jaw line. When the pain bloomed, his gaze
met hers and she could see him basking in her anguish.
“It hurts, doesn’t it?” he asked. “I don’t
know why I like to hurt you so much. Perhaps because you bear it
for me. For my pleasure.”
Her eyes flickered with tears, not from the
pain of the other clamp—although that hurt like crazy—but from the
realization that he knew her so well. This odd connection between
them, this understanding, it went deeper than she’d realized at
first. When their eyes locked again, she could see he felt the
same. How? Why? How long? She didn’t know, but in this moment, she
would have given him anything he asked.
“Come on,” he said, twitching the chain
between the clamps. “Over to the bed.”
It was hard to rise with her nipples tugged
painfully and her hands cinched behind her back, but she managed as
best she could. He led her across the room as if the chain was a
leash, and each time he tweaked it the pain in her nipples
sharpened, but she didn’t make a sound. He sat on the edge of the
bed and lifted her astride his lap, his sheathed erection jutting
up between the two of them. “Do you want my cock inside you, baby?
Are you turned on?” He reached between her legs to grope her. She
was so wet, she could hear the sound of his fingers parting her.
She wanted him so badly, she would have fought through a dozen
brick walls to get to him. But he was here, right here.
He eased back across the starched,
down-filled white comforter, pulling her with him. His hair
obscured his features as he leaned forward to grasp her hips, and
then he lowered her onto his thick cock. As wet as she was, it was
still a slow process to take him all the way inside. She felt
impaled, helpless.
He jerked the nipple clamps. “What a view.
Move on me. Ride me.” He flicked the chain like it was a horse’s
reins and she rode him as best she could without her arms to help.
His head fell back and he spread out his arms, flexing his muscles.
He looked like an angel...and a devil. She squeezed on him and he
bucked his hips up against her clit.
“Oh, God,” he sighed. “You feel
wonderful.”
He started working her hips in a circle,
manipulating her so that even though she was on top, she had no
control. He filled her again and again, tweaking the nipple clamps
when her moans got too loud. It was so hard to be quiet. With the
pain she could concentrate, call on her self-discipline to help
her, but in this pleasure, she was losing all control.
“Oh, it feels...so...good...”
Undressing him, scurrying to find his
bedroom, taking his cock deep in her throat, all of that was
foreplay, all of it culminating in this, the joining of their
straining bodies. She wanted to come but she was afraid to come
because she might turn inside out, just as he’d warned. She felt
inside out already, like everything inside her was bared to his
gaze.
Her cries got louder the closer she got to
orgasm. If she could have, she would have muffled them with her
hands, but they were trapped behind her back by his belt. She rode
his cock faster and faster, seeking fulfillment or pain, whatever
he wanted, because that’s what she wanted. She arched toward him
when he pulled the clamps, offering her torment for his
pleasure.
With a rough movement, he tumbled her
sideways, still fucking her. He hit her clit with every stroke
then, excruciating pleasure building to a peak. “Oh God, oh God!”
She was getting really loud now but she couldn’t help it. She was
too far gone to obey. He pressed a hand over her mouth, then took
off the nipple clamps one after the other so sensation flooded back
into her breasts.
That was the end of it for her. Every nerve
in her body fired a delicious release. Her limbs trembled
uncontrollably as she gasped
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