Ashley's Bend (15 page)

Oh my God! Did he just say nipple clamps?

I have never seen nor heard of nipple clamps in my life. They actually made those? I started to fidget in my seat and I could feel the heat creeping through me like a fiery furnace set on full blast. I was sure that the color of my cheeks and actions gave the crowd a first-hand glimpse at my anxiety.

“The sensations that nipple clamps can offer range from pleasurable to painful,” Dominic said addressing the crowd, “this is achieved due to the clamps restricting blood flow to the nipples. Tonight, we will use alligator clamps.”

He walked behind me and knelt to his knees, placing his hands on my shoulders. I could feel the cold metal chain that he held in his hands as it rested on my skin causing me to shiver. My body instantly stiffened in suspense for what he was about to do to me in front of all these people. I was feeling ashamed, a little dirty and completely aroused. The feeling was titillating and unceasing as I fought to overcome my apprehension.

“Relax, Ashley,” Dominic said as he pressed his lips against my ear and whispered. I felt the warmth of is breath emanate through every part of my body and I felt too hot, like I was flying too close to the sun. My mouth dropped opened to form an “O” and I had to struggle with the urge to lean into him. Nine Inch Nails’ song “Closer” started to stream through the speakers about fucking like an animal and I looked over and meet Dominic’s eyes. They were dark and charged with heat. Briefly I felt his fingers tighten where they rested on my shoulders before he broke away from me and held the clamps up in front of me. It was then that I saw that the clips are held together by a metal chain. My eyes widened as I looked at the contraption Dominic held in his hands.

“It is best to prime the nipples before connecting the clamps to them. This allows for a better hold as well as it can bring more pleasure to your participant.”

Dominic took his hands and palmed my naked breasts all the while still holding the clamps in his fingers. My breasts already full and achy with need, swelled even more under his palms. I felt my nipples harden and press into the palms of his hands and I thrust my chest out pushing myself harder against his palms. With a swift, unanticipated move, Dominic clamped the cold, hard metal of the alligator looking contraption onto my right nipple.

“Arrgg…” I cried out when sudden heat and pressure surged through my breast. With the same stealth move, Dominic clamped the other nipple with the other end. I couldn’t help but whimper as hot bursts of pain mixed with pleasure undulated all the way down to my now wet pussy. Dominic arose and walked around to stand to the side with his arms crossed in front of his chest while he absorbed his handy work.

“Different strengths desired depend on the sensitivities of your sub’s nipples,” he said to the crowd, “these alligator clamps seem to be doing their job on Ashley just fine. Look at the flush in her cheeks, and the way she can barely keep still in the chair. That, folks is pleasure.”

Dominic walked over to stand directly in front of me. Lifting one hand, he fingered the chain that dangles in between my breasts. There was a wicked gleam in his eye and I knew that this was affecting him. Desire was written on his face and it made me grow even wetter knowing that I was doing this to him. His waist was at my eye level and I saw with my own eyes the evidence of what this lesson was doing to him. The gorgeous man in front of me was turned on by my body. The thought was both thrilling and invigorating.

“To tighten the pressure, you can give the chain a small tug. This causes the clamps to tighten down on the nipples, creating a little more pain. Doms, you must learn to read your subs. It is their job to please you, so they may refrain from telling you when it is too much.”

I leaned forward trying to relieve some of the pressure, it was almost too painful. Dominic released the chain and it slapped against my breasts. I moaned at the pleasure it brought. Dominic knelt in front of me once more and pulled the microphone away from his mouth. I stared at the curves of his soft lips and wanted nothing more than for him to press them to mine. Leaning in so that only I can hear him, he whispered in my ear.

“You look so fucking hot right now, Ashley. I am dying to be inside of you, and I will soon. I will own you, Ashley. I want to fuck you in so many ways, you will beg me to stop, and when you do, I am going to fuck you even harder and you will only cum when I allow you to.”

After removing the clamps, he pushed up to his feet quickly and I was frozen on the chair at his words. The combination of his statement and the sensation of the blood rushing back into my nipples nearly had me coming on the spot. I squeezed my thighs together to try to dull the pulsing ache that was between my legs. Dominic turned around to address the crowd leaving me in my static state.

“Go play, my friends,” he stated simply and the crowd began to disperse. Dominic faced me one final time before walking over to the side of the stage where I had left my bra and t-shirt. Picking them up, he walked back over to where I was seated and thrust them at me.

“You are done here tonight. A car will be waiting to take you home,” and he walked away, leaving me wanting and needy. I was in a shocked stupor. How could he say the words he whispered in my ear one minute and then so harshly dismiss me in the next? I slipped my shirt over my head not worrying or even caring that I did not put my bra on. I was angry at his mercurial moods. He acted like he wanted me so desperately one minute and the next he brushed me off like a child who was no longer interested in the toy he was playing with. So, for the second time I ended up leaving the club just as confused as I did the first time.

It’s dark. I am cold and trying to hug my blanket around me as tight as I can. The silence in the house is almost as deafening as the fighting that just went on hours earlier. I can still hear his voice as he tells her she is worthless, dirty and a whore. I can still hear her beg him to love her and be with her. I have watched her nearly every day in my short ten years of life, pine away after him, and be at his beck and call only for him to degrade, hit and manipulate her. I have watched her grow more and more depressed to the point where she wouldn’t come out of her room for days.

He called himself my father, but he has never been anything close to that to me. He is nothing but a worthless excuse for a human being and I am ashamed that I even share the same blood as him. I am terrified as I sit on the floor behind the raggedy old couch. I want my mommy. I want her to wake up and tell me everything is alright. I want her to take me far, far away from this bottomless pit called a home.

My father came home today after being gone for several weeks. He started yelling at mommy because she didn’t get his “package” that he wanted. I’m ten, not stupid. I have seen the needles my father sticks into his arm. So when he came home and mommy didn’t have them, he went crazy. He started yelling at her and he pushed her down. I could hear skin contacting with skin and bones crushing. I want to help her, but I am scared. Why is he doing this? Why is he hurting her?

The scuffle soon stops and the only sound I heard was heavy breathing; his breathing. I no longer hear my mom’s. I no longer hear her struggling to get away from my father. I take the risk and look around the side of the couch and see my mother’s motionless body on the floor with my father sitting next to her. He has a gun in his hands and he is shaking his head back and forth.

He lifts his head and his eyes connect with mine. I am frozen in place. A cold chill runs down my spine. I know my mommy is no longer breathing. Her chest is still and her body looks ashen. I am too scared to move, too scared to cry. That is when I see it; the silver metal reflecting off the moonlight as my father holds the gun in his hands. His eyes never leave mine as I gaze into his endless pools of dark ink. I see a malignant soul who has been nothing but a cancer to my mother and me.

I’ll never forget those last few moments when our gazes are locked. Did he actually love her? Did he ever love me?

He moves bringing the gun up pointing it at me. Lifting it higher, and higher. I can see down the barrel. A tunnel that leads to death, despair, to...nothing. My father looks at me with his finger poised on the trigger. He moves his hand suddenly and….BANG!

My head snapped up off from where I was lying at my desk. My breathing was rapid and sweat was running down my forehead. It was the same fucking dream that I had over and over. No matter how hard I tried to get away from the demons that chased me, I was still captive to the darkness that they produced within me. It felt like a never diminishing storm cloud that hung over my head and constantly rained on my soul.

I brought my hands up to wipe the sweat from my face through the sandpaper like stubble that was forming on my face. Looking to the clock in my office, I saw that it was a little after four am. The club had long closed and I was alone to fester with my thoughts. Twenty years ago, I lost the one person in my life that I had any love for. Even though she would often be in a depressed state of mind due to my drugged out shithead of a father, she never let a day go by without telling me she loved me. Having to watch her pine away after my father for so many years broke my heart.

The night my father killed my mother was the day that I vowed to never fall in love with someone. The devastation of trying to hang on to my father was what cost my mother her life and cost me the one person in this world that I loved and depended on. My father was lucky that he turned the gun on himself that night. If he were still around, I would have relieved him of the task of having to do it himself.

The feelings that I was experiencing with Ashley were becoming far too dangerous. The throbbing ache in my dick was a constant reminder of how much I wanted her. I had never
wanted
any woman in my life. I had always chosen women based on how hard and fast I could fuck them and get out. To stay any longer than was necessary for me to get my rocks off was never a possibility. So how come when it came to Ashley, I couldn’t stand the thought of wanting to leave her? Shit, I hadn’t even fucked the girl yet, and I was already thinking about the next time I would be able to fill the walls of her pussy with my dick.

I pushed back from my desk and looked out of the two way mirror onto the floor of the club below. Would Ashley come near me if she knew how truly dark I was inside? Maybe if she got a glimpse of the real Dominic it would send her running for the hills. Maybe if I just fucked her and got it over with, I could move on and forget about the enchantress who had placed some damn spell on me. Yes. That was it. I needed to fuck her out of my system.

I grabbed my things and set off to lock the office and headed for my downtown apartment. I’d go home and get some rest to get ready for the next meeting. Ashley was going to get a chance to see the real me. The real Dom at work. There was no doubt in my mind that once the night was over, it would send us both running in the opposite direction.