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He
pinched both nipples, the nip of pain flushing through her body to blend with
the pain caused by the flogger.

Please,
please let me come.

But
she clamped her lips together to swallow the words.

“Such gorgeous, ripe buds.”

He
pulled first one, then the other into his mouth and swirled his tongue around
them before he grazed them with his teeth. A little whimper of pleasure
whispered from her lips.

“I
think they need some decorations, though”

Oh,
god, it had been so long since she’d felt the bite of metal against her flesh
from a pair of nipple clamps. At the first pinch, she bit her lower lip.
Harder,
squeeze them more.
As if he’d heard her, his fingers tightened the base of
the clamps on each nipple. Jo visualized her swollen flesh turning a deep rose.

Pain
that rode the edge of sweetness stabbed through each breast, enhancing the
sensation. She welcomed the feeling, falling into subspace.
Everything
around her ceased to exist except her body and the need for
herDom
to take the punishment higher.
Make it more intense.

 
His hands followed the curve of her hips and
down the sides of her thighs. When his fingers slid over to open the lips of
her pussy she had to bite her lip not to cry out. Desire was swamping her,
taking her right to the edge of orgasm. It took every bit of self-control to
keep from falling over the edge—control she needed even more when his tongue
flicked back and forth over her clit. The muscles in her cunt clenched and
unclenched as the need for orgasm intensified. In the darkness, every single
touch, every sensation was magnified. Every response became more extreme.

That
soft chuckle vibrated against her pussy as his lips pressed to her wet flesh.

“So delicious.”

He
lapped at her, his tongue teasing at her entrance. Shudders racked her, again
and again.

“I
know you want to come. I can feel it in the tension of your body. Feel the
little tremors in this sweet cunt.”

He
sucked hard on her clit, her inner muscles clenching even more, breasts aching,
her entire body tightening to control her need.

“But
you can’t come,” he reminded her. “Not until I tell you to.”

He
slid one finger inside her.

“Ohhh,
Sir.” She was having trouble breathing. “Please, please, may I come?”

He
slowly dragged his finger from the clasp of her inner muscles.

“Not
yet.
But soon.”

She
sensed the whisper of air as he moved away. His hands released the manacles
around her wrists and he eased her down to her feet. His strong fingers
massaged her arms to relieve the strain. There seemed to be exceptional
tenderness in his touch, although that might be wishful thinking on her part.
Still, Kira would not have arranged for a Dom who wouldn’t be sensitive to her
needs.
Especially not when Jo hadn’t played for so long
and the memories of Sean were still clear and sharp.

“Submissive
pose,” he ordered.

Jo
dropped to her knees, head bent, hands clasped behind her back.

“Excellent.
Now open that sweet mouth.”

She
obeyed him and in seconds the head of his cock rested on her lower lip. She
remembered how much Sean had always loved this part of play and she closed her
mouth over the full, rigid shaft. He tasted of clean male and desire. His thick
cock slid onto her tongue and the scent of his musk filled her nostrils. The
act gave her so much pleasure she thought she could do this forever.

“Good,”
he praised.
“Very good.
I’ve been told you’re very
talented at this. Let’s see if that’s the truth.”

His
fingers cupped her jaw, firmly holding her in place as his cock inched deeper
into her mouth. The swollen thickness of his cock slid over her tongue, the
head touching the roof of her mouth. Jo automatically tilted her head back to
allow him deeper penetration.

He
very slowly dragged his hips back until only the tip of him was inside her. He pushed
forward with the same slow movement. She twisted her tongue to feel the pulsing
vein wrapped around the shaft. As he pulled back again, she licked the velvety
head, touching the tip of her tongue to the slit. She tried to anticipate each
thrust, clamping her lips around him, and using her tongue to taste as much of
him as she could. Soon her entire focus was on bringing him pleasure and
satisfaction.

The
harder he pushed into her mouth the deeper he went. Until she had to tip her
head all the way back to accommodate the length and girth of him. He moved one
of his hands from her jaw to cup her head, fingers threaded through her hair,
tightly gripping her skull. The heated length of him nearly warmed her mouth.

Suddenly
his cock was gone, her mouth empty. She moaned a protest.

“I’d
love to come in that sweet mouth of yours, girl, but then I wouldn’t be able to
come in your pussy. And that’s what I really want. That’s what you want, too,
isn’t it?”

“Yes, Sir.”
She wet her lips. “It would greatly please me.”

“Hands
and knees,” he ordered and she instantly complied.

The
carpet was as she remembered it, soft beneath her hands and knees. She knew the
club had it woven specially to prevent carpet burn on the subs. Tonight she was
especially grateful for it.

She
sensed the Dom kneel behind her, his legs pressing hers farther apart. Warm
hands skimmed over her, his touch both arousing and possessive. He leaned over
her, his cock brushing the inside of one of her thighs, the soft hair on his
chest brushing the sensitive skin of her back.

“Tonight,”
he breathed in her ear. “Tonight you are mine.
Every inch of
you, inside and out.”

He
moved one hand to caress her still stinging ass and thighs.

“I
branded you, your punishment turning your skin a delicious red. You’re such a
delectable morsel. I wish the brand could be permanent.”

Fingertips
rimmed her anus, rubbing the puckered flesh, and pushing the tip of a digit
inside. Jo tensed. No one had ever taken her there except Sean. Yet this Dom’s
touch set a dark thrill racing through her until she couldn’t think straight.
Maybe this was what she needed to finally put the past aside.

“I
want to fuck you,” he told her. “To spank that ass with every instrument in
that cupboard until your flesh is so red hot you’d think of me every time you
sat down for a week. To cuff your wrists and ankles, your body spread wide for
me, so I could tease that gorgeous cunt until you screamed for me to let you
come.”

Jo
couldn’t control the soft moan that escaped her mouth. Sean used to feel that
way, so possessive, wanting to mark her so everyone would know she was his. So
if an interested man approached her the burning sensation on her flesh would
remind her she belonged only to him.

Even
with her desire ratcheted up to an incendiary level, thoughts of Sean crept
into her mind. With more willpower than she thought she had, she shut down the
thought process, and let the darkness and the velvet cloud of eroticism envelop
her from within.

“Your
nipples look so exquisite with those clamps on them. Have you ever thought of
having them pierced?”

And
there it was, thoughts of Sean intruding again. He’d wanted her to have the
piercing done to celebrate their engagement. He’d even bought thin, gold rings
tipped in emeralds, her birthstone. She couldn’t seem to get away from him.
Tonight was supposed to be about starting a new journey in her life but she
couldn’t seem to find the end of the old one.

“Answer
me, girl.”

He
lightly slapped one flank.

“Y-Yes.
I’ve thought about it.”

He
moved his hand to slip it between her thighs and stroke her soaked labia. The
immediate throbbing deep inside her cunt
accelerated,
the walls hungry to close down on his cock. To tighten around him like a fist.

“You
should do it,” he told her. “Your nipples deserve it.”

All
night she’d had a sense of déjà vu and this wasn’t helping. Oh, god. The pain
lancing through her almost destroyed the mood she’d come here to recapture, the
feeling of being swept up in an erotic fog where pain and pleasure mingled and
nothing else mattered. Memories of Sean surged to the forefront of her mind.
She forced the memories away. His fingers, busy at her clit, brought her back.
She blanked her mind and gave her body over to the sensations.

His
tongue traced the length of her spine, sending shivers skating over her skin.

He
moved his hand from between her thighs and in the next moment she sensed him
stand up, heard the crinkle of foil, the slap of latex.
The
head of his shaft was probing, pushing, opening her wider for him.

“Do
not come, girl. Not until we can come together.” His raspy voice held a firm
tone of command.

She
nodded her head, afraid if she spoke her thin control would snap.

His
hands gripped her hips and pulled her back toward his body where he stood
behind her. Inch by teasingly slow inch he invaded her with his cock and filled
her completely. She clamped down around him like a vise, shuddering at the
waves of pleasure washing through her body.

Strong
fingers gripped her hips, holding her steady, as he drove into her again and
again. She rocked with him, every sense acute in the darkness that surrounded
them. She smelled his incredible male musk, heard his labored breathing, while
his skin brushed against her tingling inner thighs and ass. Everything she felt
and heard fed the lust boiling through her.

He
mercilessly drove into her, pulling almost all the way out when the tremors in
her pussy grew more powerful. Jo wasn’t sure how much more teasing pleasure she
could stand.

“Please,
Sir,” she sobbed. “Please let me come now.”

She
needed the release so badly but knowing he had control over that enhanced it
even more. The longer she was forced to hold off, the stronger her orgasm would
be when he finally gave permission for the grand finale.

He
drove harder into her, increasing the pace with his hips. She was hanging onto
her control by a very thin thread.

“Now,”
he growled. “Come now for me, girl.”

They
exploded together, an eruption of such cataclysmic proportions that she knew
nothing but the intense spasms shaking her. Shudders gripped her body. She had
the sensation of flying through space in a shower of fireworks. She lost all
sense of self, completely immersing herself in her powerful orgasm.

At
last she felt only aftershocks, little tremors that danced on her nerve
endings. Her Dom showered her back with kisses, lightly nipped at the nape of
her neck before slowly withdrawing from the clasp of her body. He moved away
from her for a moment, undoubtedly to dispose of the condom.

She
heard him moving around off to her right with sounds she couldn’t identify.
When he returned, he eased her onto her back, gently massaging her arms and
legs, easing the strained muscles. He removed the nipple clamps, soothing her
nipples with his tongue as her tormented buds reacted to the sudden return of
sensation.

Finally
he rubbed a soothing lotion over every inch of her body, taking extra care with
the places his hand and the flogger had spanked her. His touch was not sexual
but caring, a Dom giving his sub appropriate aftercare.
By
tomorrow most of the discomfort would be gone, the herbs in the balm swiftly
healing her strained muscles.

“I’ve
set some tea to brew,” he told her. “It will be ready in a moment. It should
soothe you and relax you so you can rest tonight.”

“Thank
you.”

Tea?
He knew she enjoyed tea after a session? Oh, yeah, Kira no doubt told him. Or
Jason, who had all these notations in her club folder.

“You
can’t imagine all the things I wanted to do to you, tonight.”

His
lips brushed her cheek.

“But
you haven’t played for so long I promised I’d take it one step at a time. Did
you enjoy your birthday present?”

“Yes.”
She smiled. “Yes, I did.”

“Could
I persuade you to do this again on another night? You have to know how much I
enjoyed this.”

 
Jo swallowed.
Hard.
She’d enjoyed it, too. And she thought maybe the experience had broken through
the wall she’d built around herself.
But to do this again
with a strange Dom?
Someone who wasn’t Sean? Tonight was great, but she
didn’t think she was ready to go beyond this session.

“Permission
to answer honestly?” she asked.

“Of course.
You don’t have to hide anything. You’ve been a
perfect sub tonight and I’d like to take it further.”