Just stops. In the middle of sex. “What?”
The chain slithers against my stomach and I freeze, my pussy clenching around his cock. A deep, carnal laugh comes from Matthew. “Feel free to do that again.”
His lips close over my nipple, nipping and licking until it’s hard and I’m shivering. His breath cools my skin, hardening it even further, and then there’s a sharp pinch and I glance down to find the clamp on my nipple. The sharp throbbing spreads, and then it morphs into heat as his mouth closes on my other breast, repeating the process.
Matthew lifts the chain towards my mouth. “Open.” I do, and he places the chain between my teeth. “Don’t let go.”
The chain is pulling up on my breasts and it hurts. Not bad, but just enough to remind me that they’re there. To remind me that I didn’t choose to put them there. That I’m bound, and just then Matthew pushes my legs further apart. Oh god. He moves again, and this position is tighter, fuller, and I can’t say anything with the chain between my teeth. I can’t think. Pleasure builds, and my mind goes quiet again. There’s nothing but the pleasure and the pain as my breasts bounce with every thrust.
That spark of pain flies down my body, adding to the edge of my pleasure, and I find my body is moving on its own. I’m writhing just like Karen did and I can’t stop. I want more. More. I need to go over the edge and take him with me. “Please.”
“No.” He cuts me off before I even finish the word. I’m on the edge, but I hold on for dear life. My hands are fists, my back arching, and I think I might be screaming. Matthew slows, easing in and out with lazy strokes, and the urgency fades. I sink back onto the table, frustration ringing in every cell from the loss of that pleasure.
“You’ve never edged before, have you?”
I lock eyes with him, shake my head no.
“Where I push you to the edge, over and over again. Never letting you go over until one big, final climax.”
Oh god. I don’t know how much more I can take. I’m going to go over sooner or later. It’s too big, too good, too much pleasure. He pulls out all the way and thrusts in to the hilt and pleasure rockets up my spine. I’m not going to last, I know it. My body remembers where it left off, and I’m right there again. “Sir,” I say, my mouth struggling to form the words around the chain. “I’m not—I can’t—help…”
He reaches down and strokes his fingers across my clit. “Come now.”
The next thrust breaks me apart. I scream, body straining against the cuffs, pleasure blossoming through me like a flame. Matthew doesn’t stop, and every move sets off more embers that land, setting my nerves on fire. I come twice. Three times because he doesn’t stop, and I hear him groan, feel his cock jerk inside me as he comes.
His hips move slowly, bringing me down gently, and sending sparkles spiraling through my body. He’s still inside me as he leans over me, releasing one of the clamps, and I cry out at the pain as all the blood rushes back. He sucks my nipple into his mouth again, smoothing the pain and turning it into a gentle throb. “Get ready,” he murmurs seconds before he releases the other one. He holds me as the pain recedes, kissing me on the lips, the collarbone, the cheeks.
Whatever tension was left in my body is gone, and I’m barely holding on to consciousness as Matthew pulls out and takes care of the condom, and comes to release me. I feel him lift me off the table, and I can’t help but relax against his chest as he carries me away.
* * *
It’s dark when I wake up, and there’s skin under my cheek. Out of the window of my bedroom, moonlight is shining down on the bed. I take a deep breath and try to sit up.
“You’re awake.”
“I didn’t even realize I’d fallen asleep.”
I can hear his smile. “You had a big day. It’s not uncommon. How do you feel?”
“Still sleepy.”
He laughs softly. “I meant about what happened.”
“Oh.” I let my mind look over the memories of everything. “I don’t know.”
Matthew slips out from underneath me, and then suddenly I’m pinned under his body. I can barely see his eyes in the dark, searching my face in that earnest way that he has. “Don’t lie to me.”
I shake my head. “I have to talk about it?”
“Yes, you do. I told you before, communication is a big part of this.”
“Okay.” I swallow. “I…had a good time…but I can’t say that the reason I had a good time was because I was tied down or because you’re just very, very good at sex.”