“Do you want me to take them off?” I ask.
She shakes her head.
I pick the other clamp and hold it open. “Are you ready?”
She nods.
I push her back and clamp her clit. Tears appear in her eyes, but fuck, she looks so perfectly sexy and erotic. I nearly cum.
I tug on the clamp. “Get to work.”
She starts to rise off my cock, the chain swinging back and forth, the weight of it making her body tremble.
“Higher,” I order.
She rises to the very tip of my cock.
“Now come down hard.”
She slams down and moans at the sensation.
“Faster,” I order. “It’s my turn to cum.”
She bounces on my cock, her tight pussy pulling and clenching at my shaft. Her pussy feels incredible and I have to hold myself back from climaxing. I like watching her. I enjoy the sight of her trying her hardest to give me pleasure. I’m getting off on the feeling of control.
Sweat glows on her skin. To my surprise I recognize the expression on her face. She is about to climax again and she is trying her damndest to hold it back. Her pussy starts clenching along my shaft.
I wait until she is at the very edge of pleasure then I reach forward and release one of the nipple clamps.
She freezes and her mouth opens in a soundless cry of pain, but it is too late, the climax is already upon her. Excitedly I watch her face, her hair, her body. She is like a fantasy come true. Perfect in every way. I wait as long as I can, just reveling in her beauty, as mind-blowing pleasure comes to claim her.
Hot blood rushes to my cock. I reach out and take the other clamp off. She screams. My hips thrust mindlessly into her, spurting hot seed into her body. I climax hard, harder than I’ve ever done. Breathing heavily, I look at her.
Her eyes are glazed, there are tears on her cheeks. I gently stroke her collarbone.
My cock should have been soft, but it’s still hard. My gaze goes down to the last clamp. I look up and she is staring at me, her head is shaking from side to side, but her pussy is involuntarily clenching with excitement at the thought of it coming off.
“Come here,” I say gently.
She rises unsteadily off my cock, her thigh muscles quivering. I grab her around her waist, lift her body, and bring her to chest level. My semen drips out of her onto my stomach and chest.
I can feel my breathing become heavier. Having her bound and completely submissive is powerfully erotic and exhilarating. I need this, I need to see her like this. Some part of me doesn’t want this to end. I want to keep her like this, on the edge of madness.
I watch her carefully, the way her nipples are swollen, the shallow breaths she takes through her mouth. She is expecting pain, but she doesn’t know there is a flood of pleasure waiting for her.
“You came again, didn’t you?” I say softly.
She bites her lip and nods.
“Is a punishment in order?”
She doesn’t say anything and I let the silence stretch. Finally, she nods.
“What sort of punishment would suit your crime?”
“Maybe you can take the last clamp off?” she whispers hesitantly. Her eyes are huge, her pupils nearly filling out her irises. She is so excited and aroused she is dripping and making a puddle on my chest. I insert my finger into her and she gasps.
“Do you like that?”
She nods.
I smile slowly and she shifts back nervously. She doesn’t trust me.
I laugh.
Then when she is least expecting it, I grab the clamp and yank it off. Before she can scream I place my mouth on her clit and suck it hard, so the blood rushing to it will slow down, it will not feel as if her clit is being burnt off. Her pussy trembles as I suck her clit and finger fuck her.
Suddenly she cums. So fucking hard, her mouth opens in a silent scream and her body convulses so frenziedly she almost jerks out of my grip. She gushes all over my mouth, throat and chest, while I continue to suck her and work my fingers in her. Her orgasm just goes on and on.
In the end, she falls backwards and lies on my body, her silky hair spread over my cock. Her legs are wide open, her clit is swollen to twice its normal size, her pussy looks red and well used. A muscle is throbbing in it. I allow her to lie on me and recover for a few more minutes.
When she begins to shiver, I lift her and put her on the bed. Then I rise up. Standing over her, I turn her on her side and undo my tie. She sucks in a deep breath as her hands fall limply to the bed. There are red marks on her skin. I want to touch them, stroke them, kiss them, but I don’t.
She turns back on her back and looks up at me. Her face is tear stained. She seems stunned, exposed, vulnerable. Something snaps inside me. I place my palm on her cheek and she rubs her face against my hand like a cat. The perfectly submissive action makes my cock hard again. I withdraw my hand.
“Who do you belong to?” I snarl.
“You,” she whispers, as a single tear escapes out of one of her eyes and rolls down her temple.
I turn around and walk away from her.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Star
I don’t sleep for hours after he leaves me. I lay on the bed, my nipples and clit throbbing, and stare blankly at the ceiling. What is happening to me? I’ve never been like this.
I think of Nigel. I think of our wedding. How proud I was of him. I remember our honeymoon. But none of it was ever like this. Sure we tried handcuffs and other toys, but most of the time I just wanted to giggle. At no time was it like this.
I sit up. My sex is so swollen I can’t close my thighs properly. I walk into the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror. My mascara is clumpy and I just look slutty and horrible. I hear my phone ping. My dad looked so well today that I am pretty sure it’s not the hospital, nevertheless I hurry awkwardly to it.
It is Nigel.
I can beat this if I know you are there for me. Don’t let go, Star. Don’t let anything change. I love you.
I feel so confused I can’t bring myself to answer him. Nikolai’s shirt is lying on the floor and I pick it up and snuggle my face against it. The silky material feels cool against my heated skin.
He’s nothing to y
ou, Star.
I let the shirt drop to the ground, walk to the bed, and lie down in the dark. There are a couple more pings, but I don’t get up to look at the phone. I just stay very still until I fall asleep.
When I go down the next morning Nikolai is nowhere to be found, but Celine is in the dining room. She jumps up with a big smile.
“Good morning,” she greets cheerfully.
“Morning.”
“Is everything all right with your room?”
I smile. “Yes. Thank you.”
“Good. Can I order you something for breakfast?”
I stare at her for a few seconds. “Can I have a Russian breakfast today?”
“Sure. What would you like?”
“I think I’ll have the Russian dumpling that’s eaten either with sour cream or jam. I don’t remember the name?”
“I know what you mean. I will tell the Chef. Be back in a sec,” she calls and leaves the room.
I go and stand by the window. It is going to be a lovely day. Already the sun is high and bright and the air is hot. I hear her come in and turn around. “Where is Nikolai?”
“Mr. Smirnov had an early meeting.”
I nod.
“Sophia, his secretary, has a list of literary agencies. She has already gone through it and picked out all the agencies that represent authors who write in the same genre as you. Mr. Smirnov thought that you could spend the morning crafting a letter for Sophia to send.”
I smile. “Gosh. You are both very efficient. It would have taken me weeks to do that.”
She looks pleased. “I try my best.”
“Thank you. I really appreciate it.”
“You’re welcome. If there is anything you would like me to do just ask.”
“I think I’m good.”
“Would you like to do some shopping after you see your father today?”
“No, I’ll just come back here and write.”
“Mr. Smirnov was saying that you can go back to Surrey this evening if you want to continue with your horse-riding lessons.”