“Um … yes, Master. I mean … no, Master. It was a question, right? So I can answer?”
He continued smiling. “You think it would hurt, right?”
He wrapped his hands around her waist and drew her forward. Sliding one arm around her waist, he stroked her breast with his other hand, then leaned forward to take the nipple into his mouth. The feel of the hard nub against his tongue, the pebbly aureola against his lips, sent heat thrumming through him. He swirled his tongue around her nipple, then sucked lightly. As she relaxed in his arms, he gripped her nub between his teeth and closed gently. She stiffened, but he held her close and sucked, then nipped again. She moaned.
“It wouldn’t hurt any more than nipple clamps. You’d like to try those, wouldn’t you?” He teased her nipple with his teeth and nipped again.
“Um … yes, Master.” Although she seemed to enjoy his teasing, she didn’t look convinced.
“Bring my black bag,” Ty said. “It’s by the door.”
She walked to the door and lifted his black duffel bag and carried it to him. He unzipped the top and pulled out a gift-wrapped box and handed it to her. She smiled and pulled off the black metallic bow, then unwrapped the crimson paper. She opened the gift box and stared at the leather collar sitting nestled in red tissue paper. From the D-ring on the front of the collar hung two chains, each with a tweezer-style nipple clamp with black rubber tips.
He held out his hand and she gave him the box.
“Turn around and lift your hair.”
“Yes, Master.”
She turned her back to him, then lifted her silky, shoulder-length hair out of the way so he could fasten the collar around her neck.
“Now face me.”
“Yes, Master.”
He admired the thick collar around her neck, the clamps dangling on the ends of the chains. He lifted one clip, which was about two inches long, and positioned the curved, rubber-tipped end around her nipple, then slid the small ring along the clip toward the nipple to force the arms together to hold the clip in place. Later, if he wanted to increase the pressure, he could simply slide the ring closer to the nipple. Right now he set it at such a light pressure she could keep them on indefinitely. Tighter and he’d have to take them off within twenty minutes or so.
Seeing the long, slender metal clip with the black rubber tips gripping her erect nipple sent blood flooding to his groin. He attached the other nipple clip, then sat back and smiled. The clips hung straight down from her nipples, the chains draping below her breasts then curving back up to meet at the ring on her collar.
Delightful.
“Are they tight enough?” he asked.
Her eyes widened slightly.
“Yes, Master.”
“Good. Now, go get two beers from the kitchen and bring them back to us.”
Ty watched her walk toward the kitchen, her lovely, naked ass swaying as she moved. He glanced at Zeke, who also watched her. A moment later, she returned with two frosty glass mugs full of beer. She handed one to Zeke then crossed the room toward Ty and handed him the second one.
He dipped his finger in the cool liquid and stroked his finger over her distended nipple, then he leaned forward and licked it.
“Mmm. Delicious. Zeke, bring over the other gift.”
Zeke pulled a shoe box from his bag and opened the top, then walked to the couch where Ty sat, Marie facing him. Ty took the box and held it toward Marie.
“Put these on.”
She took one shoe out and stared at the five-inch heel dubiously, then leaned over and slipped her foot into it. Zeke admired her backside as she fastened the strap around her ankle. She took the other shoe and slipped it on, too. When she stood up again, a little wobbly, she stood a lot taller, her legs looking incredibly long and sexy.
“Zeke, grab the stool by the wall.”
Zeke nodded and retrieved the wooden stool Ty pointed to, then brought it to Marie. When she sat down on it, facing Zeke, the high heels forced her knees higher than her hips. Zeke grabbed four leather straps with metal rings from his bag and set them on the couch beside him. He leaned down and wrapped one around her ankle, then grabbed the clip on the end of the short chain attached to one leg of the stool and attached it to the ring. He did the same with the other ankle, forcing her legs apart, giving him a lovely view of her pussy.
“Hold out your arms.”
“Yes, Master.”
She held out her wrists to him and he fastened a strap around each one. Zeke grabbed the longer chain attached to the back leg of the stool and Ty clipped it to the ring on her wrist, then the other, so her arms were held at her sides. She could move them behind her, but not forward.
“Great. Zeke, grab your beer and turn on the TV.”
Zeke retrieved the TV remote and his beer, then settled on the other side of the couch, Marie facing them. Sound filled the room as he turned the TV on, then Zeke flipped the channels until he found some adventure movie.
* * *
Marie sat still, listening to the movie playing behind her, wondering what would happen next. Her nipples ached a little. The pressure from the clamps was very light, but she wasn’t used to it so it kept her attention. After sitting for a few moments, Ty rested his hand on her knee, then slowly stroked along her inner thigh. He stopped halfway and she drew in a slow breath. A couple minutes later, he slid a little higher, getting closer to her aching opening. Her insides quivered.
Zeke took a sip of his beer, gazing at her exposed pussy. Heat melted through her. She wanted to be touched. Ty stroked his finger along the chain draped from her nipple, and tugged lightly, then he fiddled with the clamp, tightening it a little, the slightly painful sensation exhilarating her. He tightened the other nipple clamp, too. Then he took a sip of beer, leaned forward, and took the tip of her nipple in his mouth. She gasped at the feel of the cold liquid he held in his mouth washing against her hot nipple. The liquid heated, then his tongue lapped against her hard nub.
He released it, then smeared beer on her other nipple.
“Try one, Zeke.”
Zeke leaned forward and licked her dripping nipple. She arched toward him and he sucked lightly, then sat back.
The two men watched TV a while longer, sipping their beer, mostly ignoring her. Several times, they glanced at her, their gazes caressing her naked breasts—the clamps and chains hanging from her nipples—or gliding along her open thighs to her naked wet opening.
Finally, Ty’s hand shifted to her thigh again and he stroked slowly upward as he took a sip of beer. She arched toward his hand, and he immediately stopped moving.
“Sit still,” he said.
He began moving his hand again … slowly approaching her aching vagina. She tried to sit still, but he stopped within an inch of her opening and she wanted him to touch her so much … she wiggled forward.
He pulled his hand away.
“Because you were disobedient, you must be punished.”
He leaned forward and fiddled with the nipple clamp and the pressure increased. She gasped at the intensity, then it loosened, but her nipples still ached.
Oh God, she wanted him to do it again. Then to lick her hot nipples until she groaned with pleasure.
His hand stroked along her thigh again … closer and closer to her now dripping slit. His finger hovered close to her opening for what seemed like forever. She chewed her lower lip, fighting the impulse to push her pelvis forward to feel his hand on her. He watched and smiled, then his hand moved again and pressed against her damp folds. She sighed, forcing herself not to move as he dragged his finger the length of her slit.
“She’s very wet,” Ty said. “Zeke, would you like to taste that delicious pussy of hers?”
“You’re damn right I would.”
“Slave, my friend is going to lick your pussy. Sit perfectly still.”
“Yes, Master.”
Zeke knelt in front of her and stroked along her thighs. He kissed her inner thighs, moving closer to her heat. When he finally reached the top of her thighs, and his tongue brushed her clit, she moaned. She had to concentrate fully to stop herself from shifting forward against his hot mouth. He licked her clit again, then nuzzled her slit. His tongue glided inside, lapping against the inside of her opening, then he licked her length. His mouth returned to her clit and he sucked. She moaned, arching against him.
Immediately, his mouth moved away from her. Her eyes widened and she sat upright.
Ty tightened the clamps again and she almost cried out at the exquisite pressure. Again, he released them, then licked each of her nipples. They were so sensitive the brush of his tongue felt incredibly intense.
“My friend is going to taste your pussy again. I can tell you like it and I think you want to come, but that is forbidden. Do you understand?”
“No … I mean, yes, Master.”
He didn’t want her to come?
Zeke positioned himself in front of her again and his tongue found her sensitized clit. He licked and sucked until she wanted to arch against him … but didn’t. Pleasure blossomed through her and she knew if she just let go, she’d be swept away. But Ty had ordered her not to come.
Zeke licked again, then his fingers slipped inside. He stroked her insides and … oh man, he’d found her G-spot. He stroked as he licked and the pleasure thrummed through her until …
“Oh … yes…”
She arched and moaned as the orgasm rocketed through her. She moaned again, allowing the intense sensations to plummet her over the edge. When the ride was finally over, she sat up and gazed at Ty.
“You really aren’t very obedient, are you?”
“No, Master. I’m sorry, Master.”
He nodded. “Lean forward.”
She obeyed and he reached for the clamps. Would he tighten them even more? But he surprised her and removed one clamp. Instantly, a painful sensation rushed through the freed nipple.
“When I remove the clamps, the blood flow returns. That’s the pain you’re feeling.” He unfastened the other clamp and pain filled that nipple, too. “Are you enjoying it?”
“Yes, Master.” And she did. It was exciting. Stimulating.
Wicked.
“Zeke, go ahead.”
Zeke grinned then leaned forward and took one aching nipple in his mouth and began to suck. She cried out at the agonizing pleasure. Ty captured the other nipple in his mouth and began to suck. She moaned at the incredible sensation.
Both men settled into a gentle suckling. Finally, they drew back again. Ty released the clips from her wrists.
“Since you like coming so much, I want you to show us how you make yourself come.”
She hesitated, then stroked a finger over one nipple, still wet from Zeke’s mouth. She stroked the other, too. Both men watched her every move with great interest. It made her feel hot and sexy. She stroked down her belly and into her wet folds, still stroking a nipple with her other hand. She slipped inside and stroked, then teased her clit.
“God, she’s so fucking hot,” Zeke said as he released his zipper and pulled out his giant cock.
She watched him stroke it and she flicked her clit faster. She wanted to lean forward and grab that cock of his and suck it deep into her mouth. She thought about her lips gliding over it, then sucking it inside her mouth, as she stroked her clit faster. She abandoned her breast and slid her other hand to her wet slit and glided two fingers into her vagina. She thrust inside as she pinched her clit. Pleasure blossomed through her and she arched backward as another orgasm washed through her.
Once the pleasure subsided, she drew her slick hands aside and glanced at Zeke. He stroked his stiff cock, his eyes glazed. If only he’d drive that huge shaft into her right now. She licked her lips and gazed at Ty.
He reached down to her ankles and unlatched the chains.
“Stand up.”
She stood up, unsteady on those spectacularly high-heeled shoes, not to mention her highly aroused state.
“And now I want several of my friends to fuck you. Would that be okay?”
Nineteen
Excitement quivered down her spine. Was the idea of other men joining them for real or just a fantasy scenario? She remembered when Ty had blindfolded her and pretended that Zeke was in the room with them.
“Yes, Master.”
“Good. Follow Zeke.”
Zeke led her and Ty to a door, then opened it to reveal stairs down to the basement. She followed him down the enclosed stairway, being careful of her footing in the heels, and when she reached the bottom, her eyes widened. The place was set up as some kind of elaborate dungeon. And a rather elegant one. Deep gold walls set off the furniture made of black-painted wood quite nicely. Thick black beams adorned the white ceiling. A huge bed dominated the room. It had four square posts and crossbeams forming the headboard and footboard, all with a series of embedded rings, which she imagined would be quite handy for attaching chains.
Along one wall stood a large X formed from two dark planks of wood, with chains hanging from the top of each. At the end of the room was a large barred jail door, beyond which she could see the walls were made of large concrete blocks.