Wishes by Allyson Young Page B

and tried not to come. She came apart despite herself. When she was able to open her eyes, Graham was staring at her. He sighed and shook his head.
    “No self-control. A punishment is in order, Kennedy. And then you will answer my question.”
    Kennedy found herself up against the bedroom wall. Her hands were secured above her head to hooks on the wall and her ankles tied to other restraints near the floor. Graham had removed the vibrators, but the plug was still up her ass and her position against the wall seated it firmly. Graham popped the front clasp of her bra and her breasts spilled out. The look on his face made her thighs clench. Gone was the slightly supercilious, disengaged mask he wore when he was teaching the older Dom. Graham was putting it all out there for her. She wondered if he would lose his membership in the society of Doms. Better not say that out loud. Her sense of humor always cropped up when she was apprehensive. Graham had something in store for her, and maybe she wouldn’t like it. Kennedy wished he’d get it over with.
    Graham sucked her nipple hard, and it pulsed right to her apex. Her breasts had always been sensitive, but Graham knew just how to touch her. When he let go, she felt a pinch. Holy shit. He had clamped her. Holy shit. Kennedy writhed against the bite of pain and tried to shrink away when he repeated the process on her other breast. It was too much. She couldn’t process it and opened her mouth to tell him so when he blew across each sensitive nub. Kennedy shrieked at the sensation and gasped for more, but he withdrew.
    “Blow jobs, Kennedy. Swallowing.”
    Kennedy tried to resist and watched him reach out to tap her left nipple. The tiny sting reverberated through her and spiraled to her pussy. When he reached for the right nipple she gave up.
    “I rarely did blow jobs before, Graham. And I never swallowed. I was pulling your chain.”
    Graham gave her what she was coming to recognize as his Look.
    “Honest, babe. I like your taste. Never liked anyone else’s. Please.”
    “I can attach a chain to the clamps, honey, and do a little pulling of my own.”
    Shit. He just couldn’t let anything go. Something for reflection later, but in the meantime Kennedy wanted to talk him out of the chain. She was used to the clamps now but knew that would change if he upped the ante, so she kept silent.
    Graham carefully inserted the tip of one finger between her still tender labia and unerringly found her clit. He traced light circles on it, and she moaned. Her orgasm began to build. The plug felt huge all of a sudden, and her nipples sang. Maybe one more and she could rest, unless Graham needed another release. He was going to pleasure her to death. This time her climax crept up on her like little cat feet, and she shuddered, only to scream and go over again when he popped the clamps free. The restraints held her when she sagged, and then Graham was there to hold her and release her. He carried her to the bed and pressed gentle kisses on her sore nipples.
    “You are beautiful in your submission, Kennedy.”
    Kennedy heard the words, but they didn’t really register. Submission? Her? Graham must know he had it wrong. He had restrained her and made her talk. That wasn’t submission. They were going to have another chat tomorrow. Kennedy didn’t submit, and if Graham thought he was training her, he had another thought coming. But for now she felt boneless and totally relaxed.

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    Graham held her close and admired how her hair flowed to cover her shoulders and breasts. He was hard again, had been since her spanking, but she was sore and he had pushed her tonight. There was always tomorrow, and the day after. He couldn’t imagine a life without her, and he was going to introduce her to every little kink he could. He didn’t need it all the time, but there would be things she liked, and once he learned everything she needed, their sexual life would be complete. He only hoped she