Unleashed: Declan & Kara (Unleashed #1-4; Beg for It #1) (42 page)

Laughing, she pushed my
hands out of the way. “Your fingers are so big.”

I let her do the work.
She nimbly yet nervously unfastened her shoes. As she bent over, she
gave me a glimpse of her breasts cupped in her bra. Not for long.
Once the heels came off, she rose, still uncertain, a hand on the
couch. Slowly, she unfastened her jeans. I loved the first glimpse at
her lingerie, the bit of lace that emerged as she pulled the jeans
down along the curves of her hips. Cream lace, simple, skimpy. Nice.

She took them off
entirely and lay them on the couch.

“Now put these on
again.” I held up the strappy heels to her, dangling from one of my
fingers.

Hesitant, she retrieved
them from me, then slipped into the pair. I liked watching her bend
over, twisting slightly as she fastened the buckles, her hair still
up in a demure ponytail. With those long legs she certainly didn’t
require the heels to look like a knockout, but there was something
about heels paired with lingerie and nothing else. I felt myself
growing hard, a long, thick erection pressing against my jeans.

“That’s good.” I
shifted in my seat and unfastened my top button. My cock strained for
release. “Now take off your shirt.”

Nervous, excited, she
looked at my crotch, unbuttoned yet still zipped. I knew without
saying it again, she was thinking about what I’d said this morning.
She needed to take her punishment. Her lips parted sweetly. Oh, what
I had planned for that lush mouth. She was thinking about it, all
right, and she wanted it as much as I did.

Complying with my
command, she lifted her shirt up and overhead, then tossed it lightly
next to her jeans on the couch. I swallowed. Soft, lush curves
wrapped in creamy lace, naughty and nice all at once, like Kara
herself. Flushed and jittery, she stood before me, a heady mixture of
nerves and arousal as she displayed herself. I knew her well. She
needed me to help bring out this side of her, access the deep well of
pleasure she had hidden within.

“Turn around and show
me,” I ordered, my voice growing gruffer with desire. Her panties
skimmed the swell of her buttocks, rising up and dipping down. I
wanted to trace the outline with my tongue, rip them off with my
teeth.

By the time she turned
back to face me, her nipples were peaked, swollen and straining at
the fabric.

“Come here.” She
took a slow step toward me. My cock grew harder as I spread apart my
large, muscled legs. “Kneel.”

She sucked in her
breath at my primal demand. Then she knelt down on one knee, then the
other, right between my legs. Her eyes flitted to the massive bulge
in my jeans. I brought my hand down and ran a thumb along my thick
length. Her eyes widened as she followed the movement.

“Kara.” My voice,
low and controlled, stroked her. “This morning, you touched
yourself for me. Do you remember how you did that? Stripped naked and
kneeling before me, your hand in your pussy?”

“Yes.” Her voice
came out in a hushed, beckoning moan. She brought a hand to rest
lightly along my inner thigh.

“Hands by your
sides,” I stopped her. She froze, then returned her errant hand,
fingers back to graze her outer thigh. She had to learn who was in
control. “Now, you and I need to discuss something.” I kept my
voice firm, disciplined. “Do you remember this morning? When I came
on your tits?”

“Yes, and I—”

“Answer only what I
ask you, Kara,” I commanded. “Do you remember when I came on your
tits?”

“Yes.” Her lips
closed and she looked up at me shyly. The more she showed how much
she loved me taking control, the further I wanted to go.

“Think about it. I’m
going to ask you a question and you need to be completely honest with
me. Did you like it, Kara?” She moaned, swaying slightly. “Did
you like the feel of my come dripping off of your tits?”

“Yes,” she panted,
aroused by her confession. Her breasts strained against the creamy
lace, her nipples hard.

“I marked you, Kara,”
I continued, my voice low, level, controlled. “You’re mine. Say
it.”

“I’m yours,” she
readily agreed.

“Good,” I growled,
her compliance feeding my hunger. “Now show me your tits.”
Swiftly, she did as I asked, removing her bra. She knelt before me,
her breasts rising and falling with each breath, naked and full. I
brought one finger to the bottom of her swells. She shivered, her
eyes closing.

“Your breasts are
very sensitive, Kara. Even the slightest touch brings you great
sensation. That’s very good.”

I removed my hand and
reached over for my bag, feeling her watching me. I brought out a
black leather case and rested it on the fabric between my legs.

“Open it.”

With shaking hands, she
reached out as if it might bite her. I shifted in my seat, my cock
already throbbing as I thought about what was to come. She lifted the
lid and sat back, clearly not knowing what to make of the contents.

“What is that?”

“Are those,” I
corrected, taking the black implements out of the case. “These are
nipple clamps.”

“What?” She
straightened up.

“Clamps. For your
nipples. A starter pair. To begin your training.” Lightweight and
plastic, they were meant for breaking in a new sub, to accustom her
to the feel without too much pain. I held them up so Kara could see
the shape, the small circles perfect for her.

“Declan, I’ve
never…I’m not sure—”

“I want you to wear
these for me, Kara.” I interrupted, reaching out to cup one of her
large, soft globes in my hand. Grasping her aroused, dark pink nipple
between my thumb and forefinger, I swirled, then pinched. I cherished
the gasp she made, the way she arched into the pain. She might be
frightened, embarrassed by the sex toy. She didn’t think she was
that kind of girl. But I knew better. She’d love every second of
it, the submission, the pain, the throbbing need that built inside of
her solely under my control, for my pleasure.

“They’re
adjustable,” I explained, bringing the black clamp to her pale,
white flesh. “I’ll start them on a light setting. I want you to
be aware of yourself, your tits. How I can see your arousal.” I
brought the small plastic circle around her engorged nipple and
fastened it. She sucked in her breath, shaking at my touch.

“That’s good,
Kara.” I brought a hand to the back of her head, stroking her hair.
She swayed into my touch. The sight of her eyes half-closed, her
naked body before me, the black clamp fastened on her pink bud burned
into my brain.

I brought the second
clamp up to her remaining nipple and secured it around the pebbled
tip, tight. She hissed, looking down at the erotic display.

“You’re going to
wear these for me on the flight, Kara. You were a very naughty girl
this morning. You came without my permission.” An aroused whimper
escaped her lips.

“This is your
punishment,” I continued. “Are you ready to take your punishment
from me?”

She paused, biting her
lush lip. Kneeling before me, she slowly looked up and met my eyes.
“Yes,” she breathed out as if unable to stop herself from saying
it.

I brought a finger up
to one clamp, drawing her attention to the adjustable size. “I can
tighten them any time I want.” I grasped the strap and pulled. She
gasped and quaked, her bud clamped tight. It was still on one of the
loosest settings. I could make the loop a lot smaller, constrict the
blood far more, make her squirm with discomfort and need. I closed
the other clamp a notch as well.

I stroked her cheek,
rewarding her for taking the punishment, and she leaned into my touch
with a moan. “I can tighten these more,” I warned her and she
shivered. “I want you to think about that while you sit here.”

I brought my palm to my
side, touching the spot where she’d been sitting before. Without my
having to say it, she obeyed my wishes and came to sit next to me,
naked except for her lacy panties, high heels and nipple clamps.

“Now, I have some
work to do. You sit still like a good girl.” All business, I took
out my laptop from my briefcase. I swiveled out a flat work surface
from underneath the couch, then opened my computer onto it. I had a
couple of reports to look through, some financials to oversee. Most
of all, I wanted to make her wait for it.

My attention focused on
the screen, I scrolled through and made a few changes to documents.
Kara sat beside me and squirmed. I hoped the couch’s leather felt
cool against her ass, the lace of her panties pressed up against her
wet pussy. I bet she was getting embarrassed and worried, wondering
if I’d dip my fingers between her legs to check on her arousal. And
I would, just not yet. For now, I’d let it build.

Her first time in
nipple clamps, she had to be feeling it intensely. I could see her
breath coming in shallow pants, her large breasts quivering above her
moving ribcage. Her hands traced along the couch as if she didn’t
know where to put them. Her gaze kept drifting down to her own chest,
the black clamps standing out against her white breasts, her nipples
protruding far out, fastened and displayed for my perusal.

Only I wasn’t
looking. My attention was focused elsewhere, and she was getting
frustrated. I could tell in the way she shifted her weight, the way
her palms rubbed her thighs then stopped. She didn’t know what to
do with herself.

I stood up and fixed
myself a glass of water, adding several cubes of ice. Without looking
at her, I sat back down and returned to my work. I picked up my water
glass and took a sip. Then I casually brought it over to her breast
and pressed the icy glass against her stiff nipple. So sensitive and
exposed, she gasped and cried out.

I brought the glass
back down to the work surface again and returned my hands to the
laptop. I could hear her panting, feel her eyes flitting over to the
bulge pressing against my jeans. I was hard as a rock. Good, I wanted
her to keep looking over, see what I had in store for her. Make her
wait and feel how I controlled her.

Impatience finally
winning out, she reached out her hand and placed her fingers right at
my crotch. I turned to her and she could tell from the look in my
eyes, she shouldn’t have done it. She withdrew her hand. Too late.
She’d disobeyed orders.

I stood up and withdrew
a long, black band from a bag overhead.

“Stand up,” I
commanded, firm. She stood, shaking. “Turn around.” Once she had
her back facing me, I pulled her wrists behind her and tied them
together, tight.

“Naughty girl,” I
reprimanded her, pulling her back hard against me, her ass up against
my engorged cock. “So dirty, Kara.” I trailed my fingers down her
flat stomach to the top of her panties. She gasped, her tits thrust
out, the black nipple clamps doing their work. “Naughty girls get
their hands tied. So they can take their punishment.”

She moaned as my hands
roamed the heated silk of her flesh, displayed for my enjoyment, her
hands pinned behind her back. Then I walked over to the table and
grabbed a chair. I placed it before me. “Sit.”

She did as I
instructed, perching on the edge. I sat back down, picked up my
laptop and continued to do some work. Squirming, panting, shifting
her weight, she stayed on the chair completely bare except for heels,
panties and nipple clamps.

Finally, I’d had
enough. I put my computer to the side and folded up the work surface.
Then I settled back against the sofa and watched her sitting there,
so perfect, so bound and constrained and awaiting release.

“Kara,” I caressed
her with my voice. “I like seeing you wear nipple clamps for me.”
She licked her lips. “Come here and sit on my lap.”

She complied instantly,
as if she’d been waiting eagerly for me to say it. I wrapped a hand
around her small waist and stroked my fingers along her milky, soft
skin. As I circled her breasts, both of us looked down at the black
clasps around her hard tips.

“Kara,” I murmured.
“Is your punishment making you wet?” She didn’t answer, ducking
her head to the side as if to avoid my question.

I chuckled. “Oh,
Kara, do you think you can play coy with me?” With a strong hand, I
held her hip fastened against me. Then I trailed a finger down her
stomach, down her panties, until I reached the center right between
her thighs. I hissed through my teeth as I discovered the silk soaked
through, molded against her pussy. Pulling the fabric to the side, I
ran my fingers along her slick folds. She quaked against me, sighing
and ready.

I brought my fingers
back up in front of her face, glistening from her own arousal. “Do
you see how wet you are? From my punishment?” She moaned, mortified
and turned on, shaking in my arms. “Naughty girl. You like your
punishment, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she
whispered, her arousal overwhelming her embarrassment.

“I’m going to
tighten them, Kara.” I brought my hands up to her breasts, palming
them, lifting them up and out. “Can you take that for me, Kara?
Tighter?”

“Ooh, yes.” I could
practically feel the rush of juice forming between her legs, the
pouring, pounding heat. She held her breath as I tightened the clamps
yet again.

“Kneel,” I
commanded. Shaking, flushed, hands tied behind her back, tits thrust
out, she knelt down between my open thighs.

I stood, undid my fly
and stepped out of my jeans and briefs. She gasped as my erect shaft
sprang free, her gaze heavy-lidded with thick desire. I sat back down
on the couch in front of her and took my huge cock in my hand. She
looked up at me with wide, adoring eyes, worshipping me. How I loved
that look, loved how she was always wet for me. I stroked myself,
watching her there displayed for me, bound and clamped. She arched
toward me and whimpered.

“I think it’s time
I taught you how to suck my cock, Kara. Would you like that?”