“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?”
“Yes,” she moaned.
“Yes, I think you would. I like the idea of you sucking me on my private plane. And I think I want your hands free to do it right.” I leaned down and unfastened her ties.
Looking up at me, tentative, excited, she brought a hand to my inner thigh, then up to circle her fingers around my bulging, hard prick. I tensed under the contact and made a low groan of pleasure. She inched closer, positioning herself directly between my legs, growing bolder now as she brought both hands to my member. One hand at the base, she used the other up at the tip, her fingers gently caressing my head. She looked at my cock in admiration, as if amazed to see its swollen length up close, its intimidating size. She licked her lips and parted them.
I watched her with heavy eyelids, almost feeling as if I were dreaming. I’d thought about this so often, spent so many nights fantasizing about Kara’s mouth hot and wet, sucking my rock-hard cock.
Her first, tentative kiss nearly sent me over the edge. Fluttery soft, she brought her mouth to me to explore, to adore. She flicked her tongue out over my head, then finally took me partially into her eager, slick mouth.
“Kara,” I exhaled and leaned back, eyes closed to the building sensations. This was what I wanted. This was what I needed. She took more of me into her mouth, sucking, swirling her tongue along my rigid length, moving her lips along me as she withdrew then took me in again. The heady mix of her inexperience and desire drove me wild. I knew I’d said I’d teach her, but every second of what she was doing was perfection, using her mouth to taste and lick and suck. She took her time, licking along my length, using a tongue and finger to trace a vein, then back to the tip to swirl around the head and take me back into her wet depths.