and then we’ll adjust the tension, okay?”
“I’m afraid,” Zoë blurted, her body tensing, her heart pounding.
“That’s okay,” Dylan replied. “Part of the process is working through your fear. You’re safe, Zoë. I promise. Remember, you’re the one in ultimate control here. If you feel you have to stop the action, just use your safeword. Remind me what your safeword is.”
“Buyout,” Zoë whispered.
“Buyout,” Dylan repeated with a nod. He still held her nipple in a tight grip. “Now, take a deep breath and release it slowly while I count. At three, I’ll put the clip on your nipple. It hurts the most at first, and then it kind of numbs. It’s nothing you can’t handle, I promise. These are the gentlest kind of clamps because we can adjust the tension.”
An involuntary shudder moved through Zoë’s frame, despite his reassurances. “Deep breath,” Dylan reminded her, and Zoë took in a big lungful of air, letting it out slowly as Dylan counted. “One…two…three.”
She gasped and instinctively jerked back as the clip bit down on either side of her engorged nipple. A sudden explosion of pain ripped through her nerve endings, and tears sprang unbidden to her eyes. But, as Dylan had promised, after a few seconds, the tension was tolerable, dulling into something manageable. Then came the second clip, and a second explosion. Zoë blinked back a fresh rush of tears.
Dylan tugged gently at the chain between the two clips. “I think that’s just about right,” he said. “We won’t go tighter for now.”
Thank god for small favors . She watched in silence as he took a small hank of white rope from the nightstand drawer. He knelt behind her, his erection pressing briefly against her ass as he wrapped the rope snugly but gently around her wrists. The knowledge that he was as aroused as she was pleased her. Being bound made her feel both more vulnerable and more excited. Her cunt was throbbing, her mouth watering with desire to taste his beautiful cock. Her nipples pulsed in the tight grip of the clamps and she prayed she’d be able to make him come without the use of her hands, and with the distraction of the clamps and rope.
Finally satisfied with her bonds, Dylan returned to stand in front of her, his cock once more inches from her face. She leaned forward, her lips parting of their own accord. He took a step back. “Don’t move,” he said. “I will control this, not you.” He placed his hand on her head, moving it over the top and back, his fingers curling to grip a handful of her hair.
He pushed her head slowly forward until the tip of his cock brushed her lips. “Take my offering,” he said, his voice deep and commanding. He slid his shaft into her mouth until the head touched the back of her throat.
Zoë gagged a little, struggling to accommodate his sizable girth, determined to show him she was accomplished at least in this. He kept his cock in that position for several long seconds while she willed herself to relax and accept it. Finally he withdrew it slowly, letting its silky weight glide sensually in her mouth. She closed her lips and suckled along the length to create friction as he moved. He groaned softly in what sounded to her like deep satisfaction.
Pleased and emboldened by his reaction, she teased along the underside of his cock with her tongue as he eased himself back into her mouth. He brought his second hand to her head, letting go of her hair with the other, and using both to guide her onto and off his shaft in a pumping rhythm that became faster and faster as he neared climax. It wasn’t long before he gave a deep, guttural cry and stiffened. She could feel the hot, sudden spurts of his jism sliding down the back of her throat, but could do nothing except try to swallow so she wouldn’t choke.
Finally he let go of her head and moved back until his cock slid from her mouth. He dropped to his knees and drew her into his arms, his hands sliding beneath
“I’m afraid,” Zoë blurted, her body tensing, her heart pounding.
“That’s okay,” Dylan replied. “Part of the process is working through your fear. You’re safe, Zoë. I promise. Remember, you’re the one in ultimate control here. If you feel you have to stop the action, just use your safeword. Remind me what your safeword is.”
“Buyout,” Zoë whispered.
“Buyout,” Dylan repeated with a nod. He still held her nipple in a tight grip. “Now, take a deep breath and release it slowly while I count. At three, I’ll put the clip on your nipple. It hurts the most at first, and then it kind of numbs. It’s nothing you can’t handle, I promise. These are the gentlest kind of clamps because we can adjust the tension.”
An involuntary shudder moved through Zoë’s frame, despite his reassurances. “Deep breath,” Dylan reminded her, and Zoë took in a big lungful of air, letting it out slowly as Dylan counted. “One…two…three.”
She gasped and instinctively jerked back as the clip bit down on either side of her engorged nipple. A sudden explosion of pain ripped through her nerve endings, and tears sprang unbidden to her eyes. But, as Dylan had promised, after a few seconds, the tension was tolerable, dulling into something manageable. Then came the second clip, and a second explosion. Zoë blinked back a fresh rush of tears.
Dylan tugged gently at the chain between the two clips. “I think that’s just about right,” he said. “We won’t go tighter for now.”
Thank god for small favors . She watched in silence as he took a small hank of white rope from the nightstand drawer. He knelt behind her, his erection pressing briefly against her ass as he wrapped the rope snugly but gently around her wrists. The knowledge that he was as aroused as she was pleased her. Being bound made her feel both more vulnerable and more excited. Her cunt was throbbing, her mouth watering with desire to taste his beautiful cock. Her nipples pulsed in the tight grip of the clamps and she prayed she’d be able to make him come without the use of her hands, and with the distraction of the clamps and rope.
Finally satisfied with her bonds, Dylan returned to stand in front of her, his cock once more inches from her face. She leaned forward, her lips parting of their own accord. He took a step back. “Don’t move,” he said. “I will control this, not you.” He placed his hand on her head, moving it over the top and back, his fingers curling to grip a handful of her hair.
He pushed her head slowly forward until the tip of his cock brushed her lips. “Take my offering,” he said, his voice deep and commanding. He slid his shaft into her mouth until the head touched the back of her throat.
Zoë gagged a little, struggling to accommodate his sizable girth, determined to show him she was accomplished at least in this. He kept his cock in that position for several long seconds while she willed herself to relax and accept it. Finally he withdrew it slowly, letting its silky weight glide sensually in her mouth. She closed her lips and suckled along the length to create friction as he moved. He groaned softly in what sounded to her like deep satisfaction.
Pleased and emboldened by his reaction, she teased along the underside of his cock with her tongue as he eased himself back into her mouth. He brought his second hand to her head, letting go of her hair with the other, and using both to guide her onto and off his shaft in a pumping rhythm that became faster and faster as he neared climax. It wasn’t long before he gave a deep, guttural cry and stiffened. She could feel the hot, sudden spurts of his jism sliding down the back of her throat, but could do nothing except try to swallow so she wouldn’t choke.
Finally he let go of her head and moved back until his cock slid from her mouth. He dropped to his knees and drew her into his arms, his hands sliding beneath
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