“Amber.”
This time, when I open my eyes, less tearful now, Dan drops a swift kiss on my lips. He doesn’t relinquish his tight grip on my nipple but he has stopped ramping up the pressure in response to my safe word. I watch in curious detachment as he slips the clamp on and slides the bead up to tighten it. His dark chocolate gaze never leaves mine until my lips part to tell him amber again. He stops, waits for the word, then sits back to look at my clamped breasts.
“Very pretty. Exquisite even. Do you agree, Summer?”
I look down, and despite my discomfort, which is actually diminishing by the second as my body adjusts, I have to agree with him. The nipple clamps are delicate and attractive, designed to decorate as well as create that vivid sensation I am starting to love. My nipples are tingling, they feel super-sensitive. As if reading my mind, Dan leans forward to blow on my right breast. His breath is a soft caress, trailing seductively over my tender peaks.
I gasp as he flicks with his tongue, first one side, then the other. It feels so much more intense now, almost unbearable. With his eyes raised to hold my gaze, he takes my right nipple, the first one he clamped, between his lips. He holds it there, trailing the tip of his tongue across the swollen, hard bud in a gossamer light caress.
“Oh, Sir…” I hadn’t intended to cry out, but couldn’t help it. Immediately conscious that we’re not alone in the house I bite my lip to prevent any further such lapse. I don’t suppose Dan will have any hesitation in gagging me, if need be.
He shifts his attention to the other side, taking my left nipple into his mouth. This time he sucks, his touch light and delicate, but with devastating effect. His fingers are on my other nipple, brushing the tip with the softest of touches, just feathering across the sensitized skin.
I lean back, not to escape, but because I’m no longer able to support myself. Dan allows it, shifting with me as I lie on the bed, my arms still tied securely behind me.
I’m moaning, writhing on the duvet, Dan’s mouth and fingers flicking and caressing my breasts. He palms the lower curve of my right breast to hold me still, lifting the clamped nipple to his mouth. He increases the suction, now grazing with his teeth. I’m silently praying that he won’t bite me, and at the same time pleading for him to. Mercifully, he doesn’t, at least not yet. He releases my peak and rolls to lie alongside me, propped on his elbow as he looks down at my face. He feathers the backs of his knuckles across each of my quivering buds, smiling as I arch under his hand.
“Just a few more minutes, this first time. Shall we try the clit clip now?”
“Does that hurt as much? When you put it on?”
Not that this will stop me. Just asking.
“No, clit clips are for fun. Jewelry almost. May I?” He picks up the one remaining object, this one shinier than the nipple clamps. It looks to be made of gold, or some metal similar in appearance, and has glittering beads dangling from the end of each arm.
He smiles at me. “You’ll love this. Spread your legs wide.”
I do it instantly, bending my legs at the knees and planting my feet as far apart as I can. Dan taps my ankle, signaling me to shift my foot a bit higher toward my bum. I do that, mirroring the action with my other leg. Sitting alongside my hip now Dan turns to face slightly away from me. He leans to get a better view of my pussy, which I know must be gleaming decadently and thoroughly wet.
“Someone’s eager. I brought some lube, but we won’t be needing it.” To illustrate his point he draws his fingers the length of my pussy, from my arse to my swollen clit.
My response is a strangled sob. I so don’t want to be gagged, but much more of this…
“Did that feel good?” He turns to regard my face.
I nod franticly.
“And this?” He does it again, but this time slowing the motion and dipping his finger tip into my entrance. He glances back at me for confirmation.
“Dan, please, I…”
“Sir. It’s Sir when we’re in a scene. Pleased try to remember that, however aroused you are. Now, answer my question.”
“I apologize, Sir. Yes, it feels fabulous.”
“I agree. And you look fabulous too. You’ll be even more beautiful wearing this.” He places the clit clip on my stomach, returning his attention to my throbbing pussy.
“Would you like to watch this?” He turns to face me again.
I frown, uncertain what he means.
“Don’t move a muscle. He stands and goes over to the en suite, returning moments later with a round shaving mirror. The magnifying type. He positions that on the bed, angling it to provide me with the best view possible.
“Okay?” He raises one enquiring eyebrow.
I lift my head to be able to look in the mirror, and nod my agreement. I do indeed have a splendid view, my pussy in all its cherry-pink glory, aroused and throbbing, spread out for my Dom.
Turning slightly away from me again he parts my inner lips with one hand, peeling back the hood which shields my clit to display it proudly. I watch, fascinated, unsure whether his touch is more arousing, or the sight of his fingers stroking and opening me. It’s immaterial, the combined effect is devastating.
“Sir, I’m going to come. May I…” He hasn’t told me not to, but I’m conscious of the need to seek permission.
“No. You’ll wait until the clip is in place.”
“I don’t think I can. Please, Sir, if you touch me like that I can’t help …”
“You know I’ll touch you however I please. And you will remain still, and only orgasm if I give you permission. You know I’ll punish you if you come before I tell you to, don’t you?”
I chew on my lip, closing my eyes against the erotic sight of Dan’s hands caressing my exposed clit. Desperate, I cast around the far reaches of my brain for a list to write, or maybe I could try to recite the alphabet backwards.
“Don’t you dare, little sub. I want your full attention. Now.”
How does he know this stuff?
His tone is hard, cool, all Dom. I open my eyes, but my gaze is on him now rather than the mirror. All my senses are attuned to what he’s doing to me and on my desperate efforts to suppress my response. Long, agonizing moments later he turns to pick up the clit clip, still perched beside my navel. Despite my concerns about an uncontrolled orgasm, my eyes are drawn back to the mirror. I watch, holding my breath as Dan tugs my clit, his actions firm and deft. He slips the small metal gadget over it. The arms close around the swollen bud trapping the blood there and holding it stiff and proud. He releases the clip to allow the beads to dangle tantalizingly on each side of my entrance before he turns to look at me.
“Well done. Do you like your new bling?”
“I do, Sir.” I wriggle, causing the beads to swing and glitter. The sensation on my clit is indescribable. Certainly not painful, though I can feel the pressure. My clit is quivering, aching to be touched. I need Dan to do it. Or release my hands so I can do it myself.
“Please, it feels, I mean, would you…”
“Who are you talking to, Summer?”
“You, Sir. I’m sorry.”
“I warned you of the consequences if you forgot yourself again. I won’t tolerate disrespect.”
“I meant no disrespect, Sir. It’s just, I’m so…” My voice trails away as I run out of words to describe my predicament.
“So fucking horny you can’t think straight.” I should have known Dan would be able to help.
“That sounds about right, Sir.”
“Little slut. You’re lucky I’m such an easy-going Dom or I’d be spanking you right now.”
“Please, could you do that later, Sir? Right now I want you to lick my clit.”
Dan’s eyebrow quirks, but he’s smiling. As long as I call him Sir it seems I can talk as dirty as I like, be as demanding as I like.
“Say please, my slut.”
“Please, Sir.” My eyes are screwed up tight now, my clit and pussy throbbing as my desperation mounts. “Please. Please. Please.”
“I almost faint with relief as he shifts on the bed, positioning himself between my legs. His hands on my inner thighs, he leans in to flick the tip of my clit with his tongue. “Like this, slut?”
“More, Sir. Harder, please.”
He licks me with the flat of his tongue, causing the beads to tickle my inner lips as the clip shifts slightly.
“Oh, God. God, God. God,” I mutter, throwing my head back as the familiar clench of orgasm starts low in my pussy and quickly grips me.
“Not God. Just Sir will do nicely.”
“Sir. Sir. Sir. I need to come.”
“Do it then.” Then there are no more words. He dips his head again to take my clit between his teeth, flicking it sharply with his tongue before sucking gently.
I forget to breathe. All extraneous bodily functions are suspended as my orgasm seizes me and grabs hold hard. My pussy is spasming, and I could weep with gratitude when he plunges three slick fingers inside me to rub my G-spot. It’s perfect. Every detail, every sensation exactly right, just what I want, what I need. I thrust my hips upwards, seeking more pressure, more friction, more of everything. Dan delivers, thrusting his fingers in and out fast and sucking on my clit until my orgasm peaks, then recedes. The warm afterglow is washing sweetly along my veins as he raises his head to drop a kiss on my stomach.
“Better now?”
I nod, unable to form words quite yet.
“Time to remove these.”
I flinch as he flicks my right nipple, and realize I’d almost forgotten about the tight clamps gripping my hard buds. Almost, not quite.
“I can take the clamps off quickly, which hurts a lot but is soon over with. Or slowly, which is less painful, but lasts longer. Any preference?”
“No, Sir. You do what you think is best.”
“Wise girl. I’ll be quick then. Hold still.”
Despite my best intentions, I squeal as the first clamp comes off and the blood supply is suddenly restored. Expecting this and ready for me, Dan’s palm is across my mouth, not hard, but enough to muffle the sound.
“Rosie’s asleep. We don’t want to scare anyone, do we? Okay now?”
I nod, and he lifts his hand away.
“Next one?”
“Yes. Please, just do it, Sir.”
Moments later his hand covers my mouth again as I can’t restrain my scream. This is worse, much worse than the pressure he exerted as he applied the clamps, but it is mercifully swift. Dan tosses both nipple clamps onto the bedside table before applying his clever hands to my breasts, massaging both to draw the blood flow back and relieve the pain. It feels heavenly. I arch happily under his touch.
“You love this, don’t you, my sweet slut.”
“I do, Sir.” No point in being coy at this stage in proceedings. Not at any stage, really. Here goes… “I’d love it even more if you’d fuck me, Sir.”
“Great minds think alike, little sub. Roll over.”
Or fools seldom differ, but who am I to argue?
“What about the other thing?”
“Other thing? Are you by some chance referring to my beautiful gold clit clip, the clit clip I bought especially for you and which is even now adorning your exquisitely hot and wet little tush? Would it be
that
thing you mean?”
“It would, Sir. Gold?”
“Yes, gold, you mercenary girl. And since you’ve asked, I want you to keep my gift on for a bit longer. Be careful you don’t dislodge it when you move. Maybe you should close your legs.”
“Makes a change, I suppose.” I’m muttering to myself as I roll onto my side, then gingerly try to rearrange my body as instructed. I’m aching, and everything’s awkward without the use of my hands. And while not uncomfortable exactly, I’m acutely conscious of the clip gripping my clit and the little dangling beads brushing against my delicate lips.
“Did you say something, slut?”
“No, Sir.” My words are muffled as my cheek rests on the pillow. I’m unable to raise myself up onto all fours with my hands tied. He clearly has no intention of releasing me just yet, though he does test the restraints.
“Still comfortable?”
“Not really, Sir. My shoulders ache.”
“Pity. Still, I’ll make it worth your while. Arse in the air please.”
I comply without making any comment, my weight tilted forward onto my shoulders. Dan grabs a couple of pillows and shoves them under my stomach. It makes no real difference to my comfort but ensures I won’t be lowering my bum any time soon.
“I intend to fuck your arse. Will you scream, do you think?”
“I hope not, Sir.”
“If you think you might scream, I want to know now and I’ll gag you. I do
not
want you waking up the whole bloody house.”
Well maybe you shouldn’t make me scream so loud then…
“I think the gag, Sir.” I’d hoped to avoid this. The prospect of a gag scares me. What if I need to safe word? What if I can’t breathe? I voice my fears.
“You’ll be fine. I’ll check with you regularly.” Dan sounds relaxed and certain of himself and his ability to take care of me.
He’s given me no cause yet to doubt that and his confidence is reassuring. Maybe. A little. He continues, “And with the gag you’ll be able to relax, you won’t have to concentrate on keeping quiet. Open your mouth please.”
Obedient submissive that I’ve become, despite my reluctance I part my lips and he pushes a scarf between my teeth. There’s a knot in the middle, and this rests on my tongue, effectively silencing me. It doesn’t restrict my breathing, but I hate it. I turn to bury my face in the pillow beneath me.
“Face the side please. I want to be able to see how you’re doing.”
I do as I’m told, feeling distinctly miserable. This is awful. I just want it to be over. Dan lifts my hair from my face.
“Tears, love?”
I can’t answer, can’t apologize, can’t attempt to explain. And I suspect that crying while gagged will not end well. Running on sheer willpower now I suppress my aversion and bring my breathing under control.
“Good girl. Now the fun starts. Plenty of lube, I think.”
And he’s right. Incredibly, despite my hatred for the gag, the fun does indeed start the moment he inserts a lubricated fingertip into my anus. The muscle reacts immediately, slackening to allow entry. He pushes and his finger slides inside. He swirls it around, spreading the lube and loosening my entrance. I groan against the gag, the sound absorbed and deadened by the fabric. As if rewarding me for my cooperative response Dan reaches around me with his other hand to rub my engorged clit. The beads swing, brushing and tickling, and my clit stands to attention as he strums gently. It feels quite, quite wonderful.