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Damien rubbed his
fingertips across my crushed peaks. Pleasurable spasms coursed
between my legs as he did this, and I moaned softly. When he grabbed
the cord attached to the nipple clamps and gave it a good tug, I
hissed in pain, but found that I enjoyed this stimulation as well.

I stared at Damien's
crotch as he grabbed the remote and played with the dials. The clamps
began to vibrate, but I didn't find anything particularly arousing
about it. My mind was stuck on that thick piece of flesh between his
legs, how I wanted it inside of me—needed it inside of me.
Since we had been having sex regularly, I was turning into a nympho.
My cunt hungered for his cock like my belly hungered for food. And it
needed to be fed.

I let Damien have
his way for a while, making me crawl on all fours so the weight of
the nipple clamps pulled on my breasts. Then he rolled me over on my
back and teased the tips of my nipples with his tongue while the
clamps vibrated away. It took everything in me not to tangle my hands
in his hair and suffocate him in my cleavage. My body was becoming
too needy too fast.

“
Sex,”
I said abruptly.

“
Hm?”
He looked up from my chest.

“
This
would feel a lot better if you were fucking me.”

“
Would
it, now?” He grinned, kneeling on the bed to unfasten his belt.

I sat up, moving his
hands away to undress him faster. When I pulled his flaccid cock out,
I wrapped my palm around the base to flick my tongue across the tip,
practically burrowing it into his pretty little slit. Damien moaned,
reaching down to take the cords attached to the nipple clamps. As I
began to suck him off, he gave them a little tug, causing me to hiss
around his manhood. The clamps were really starting to hurt, the pain
growing more intense with each passing minute. Pulling on them only
made it worse. I matched the pain by applying more pressure to his
cock. There was no way I would use teeth, but if I could give him a
taste of the pain that I was feeling, then maybe he'd know to back
off.

That didn't seem to
be the case though. The more I pressed down around his throbbing
member, the more he tugged. My chest was on fire, and his cock was
leaking. Maybe he did have a bit of a pain fetish after all. I wasn't
going to test it any further though.

Surrendering, I let
his phallus slip from my lips, licking off all of his pre-seed before
whispering, “Fuck me, Sir.”

It was all the queue
Damien needed.

He put me on all
fours and entered me from behind, causing the nipple clamps to swing
beneath me with every thrust. It was painful, but a pleasurable kind
of pain when mixed in with the fullness of his cock tunneling into my
wanton pussy. I moaned and pressed back against him, my body a
shameless slave to his fucking.

When Damien tired of
pounding me from behind, he laid down on the bed, guiding me up onto
him in reverse cowgirl. His cock slid in easily enough at first, but
then he pulled me back, and the pressure became incredible. I held
myself up while he thrust into me. My muscles ached from it, but my
cunt was satisfied, and that's all that mattered.

Damien reached a
hand around me and spanked my clit, sending fireworks shooting off
between my legs. It only took a dozen good slaps before contractions
were rolling through me so intense that I had to rest on top of him.
He dug his fingers into my sensitive little pleasure nub, milking out
what was left of my orgasm until I was completely breathless. Then he
turned me onto my side and fucked me until he came. I watched as he
pulled out, his glorious member spilling its seed onto my stomach and
tits.

Damien hadn't come
inside of me since the night that he had professed his love. It was
probably better that he always pulled out. The last thing I needed
was to wind up pregnant. Still, I would love a good cream pie every
once in a while. He had been so fucking sexy, the expression on his
face when he pressed deep into me. I hadn't felt his semen spray
inside of me, but I had known that it was, and that was enough. Not
to mention the aftermath when he pulled out. So deliciously sticky.

Damien went to the
bathroom to get a towel to clean me off with, then he laid down
beside me for a few minutes, pulling me into his arms. He had been a
lot better with the aftercare since I made all of my demands.
Cuddling hadn't been one of them, but I was happy that he figured out
it would have been if I thought of it at the time.

“
Did
you like it?” he asked.

“
I
always like it,” I replied. “But could you take these
nipple clamps off of me? My nipples feel like they're on fire.”

He gave a short
laugh, leaning over me to remove the clamps. “I had almost
forgotten they were there.”

“
It's
good I said something then.” I frowned, though my expression
contorted the second the pressure was off of the first nipple. Dear
God, it hurt. Who would have thought that taking them off would hurt
more than having them on?

As the blood rushed
back to my abused nipples, Damien sucked on them, though the
sensitivity they once held had been nearly destroyed from the
crushing pressure. Still, it was a nice gesture, and I enjoyed having
Damien's mouth on me whenever I could get it. Lovingly, I stroked his
hair until he finished, then pulled him up for a series of gentle
kisses.
Mmm Romantic Damien.

PLAY PARTY

When Damien opened
the door to me on the evening of the play party, I almost couldn't
believe my eyes. My mouth fell open as I took him in from top to
bottom. His dark hair was neatly combed; his typical five o'clock
shadow was almost invisible. He was wearing a skin-tight black
graphic T-shirt with a set of silver handcuffs going down the torso
and a pair of black vinyl pants that were complemented by a studded
belt and nice black leather boots. I wanted to rape him.

“
Sex,
now,” I said, feeling almost robotic about it.

Damien grinned. “No,
Chey. We don't have time for that.”

“
Why
do you look like that, if not to make me want sex?” I quirked
my head to the side.

“
Because
Sir Martin has a dress code for his play party. Come inside. I have
something for you too.”

He moved away from
the door to let me in, but I just stood there, staring at him,
tugging at one of his belt loops. “Can't wait. Sex now.”

“
Behave.”
He gave me a stern look, and I knew better than to press my luck.

When we walked back
to the classroom, I found my outfit laid out across the bed, if you
could call it an outfit. It looked more like a few pieces of vinyl
pieced together to resemble a skimpy bathing suit, barely enough to
cover anything. I was thankful that there was a large vinyl trench
coat right next to it, which I could only assume I would be wearing
to cover myself up until we got to the party. On the floor were the
evil six-inch stilettos I had worn at the dinner party. I scowled at
them, anticipating another night of pain.

“
Get
dressed and meet me in the living room,” Damien said, giving me
a soft slap on the ass before taking his leave.

I quickly shimmied
out of my blouse and skirt, then folded them and placed them on the
chest of drawers. Trying to figure out how my new outfit worked took
a minute, but I finally got it on, and when I went to admire myself
in the closet mirror, I was rather impressed. Damien had good taste.
The halter teddy accentuated my assets perfectly. While the cups were
big enough to hold my generously sized boobs, they didn't cover
everything. Laces across my chest offered more support, giving my
breasts that sexy pushed up look. A small strip of corset laced vinyl
connected the top to the bottoms, which were just an arrow-shaped
patch of fabric covering my mound and pussy. There was a string that
went around my hips, but I figured it was more of aesthetic purposes
than anything else. All in all, it was a sexy little number.

I slipped the horrid
shoes on, then threw on the coat and was out the door, wobbling a bit
as I went. Damien wasn't in the living room like he said he would be.
Instead, I found him outside, putting a leather duffle bag in the
trunk of his Corvette.

“
What's
that?” I asked.

“
Stuff
for scene play. The host provides the furniture, but you have to
bring your own paddles and riding crops and what not,” he
replied.

I blushed at the
bag. “Are we really going to use that stuff?”

“
We
might. I figured we'd discuss it on the way.”

I stepped back as he
closed the trunk.

“
How
do you like the outfit I bought you?” Damien looked me up and
down, though the trench coat hid everything.

“
It
fit good. Want to see?”

He nodded.

When I opened up the
trench coat to expose what was underneath, a lecherous grin spread
across his face. Damien stepped forward, wrapping an arm around my
side, though he stayed far enough away so he could admire the
costume.

“
Very
sexy,” he practically growled.

“
I
thought so too,” I replied, teasingly pulling away from him to
close the trench coat. “No sex for you til we get back.”

He laughed, walking
past me to lock up the house. I climbed into the passenger’s
seat and waited for Damien. It wasn't until we were out on the road
that he began to give me the run down.

“
I
suppose I should prepare you for what to expect.”

“
That
would be helpful.” I nodded.

“
While
I'm not sure exactly what Sir Martin's setup is, usually there's a
place for socializing and a place for scene play. It's not required
that you participate in the scene play, but it is required that you
keep a respectful distance from those who are participating.

“
Penetrative
sex is allowed at this party, so you're probably going to get to see
other people fucking. I'm not sure how well that sits with you.”
He glanced at me.

“
It's
fine.”

“
Sir
Martin is a fan of bringing new people into the fold, so there will
likely be people there who you've never met before. If anyone
approaches you to ask if you'd like to join a scene, you are to ask
me first.”

“
What
if I don't want to join?”

“
Then
respectfully decline the invitation. I'm not going to force you to do
anything you don't want to do.”

“
I
don't want to do anything if it's not with you.”

“
You
may change your mind when we get there.”

“
I
won't,” I insisted.

“
Before
we arrive, I'd like to know the things you will be willing to do. I
brought an assortment of toys, many of which we haven't played with
before.”

“
I'm
up for anything,” I replied, trying to keep the excitement in
my voice to a minimum.

“
Alright.
Well, know that your safety words still apply, so if I do anything to
you that you don't like, you can use them. Once you're restrained
though, I don't want you saying anything other than your safety
words. Do you understand?”

“
Yes,
Sir.”

Sir Martin's house
was about a twenty-minute drive away. Not surprisingly, it was
massive, a mansion, maybe even larger than Damien's. The two-story
building loomed before us, it's long circular driveway ringed with
vehicles. I could feel my palms beginning to sweat as Damien put the
car in park.

A tall bulky man
dressed in leathers greeted us at the door. He was obviously a
bouncer of some sorts, though he smiled and welcomed Damien like an
old friend. This was not like Damien's dinner party at all. Shouldn't
Sir Martin's submissive have come to escort us? Instead, it was the
bouncer who took my coat and then informed us that everyone was in
the back.

Damien guided me
through the house like he owned it. My eyes were everywhere, taking
in the expensive looking paintings, the mahogany furniture, the
marble tile, and stone pillars. There was a fireplace in the living
room that was taller than Damien, though there was no fire blazing
inside. Was everyone who practiced BDSM wealthy?