“Good. Ready for the clamps?”
“Yes.” I bit my lip.
I was expecting cool metal, but what touched me felt more like vinyl. I gasped as the clamp tightened around my nipple. Soon the other was in a clamp as well, and as he tightened both of them, I cried out.
“Too much?” he asked.
“God, no.” I gritted my teeth. It was painful, yes, but oh, so amazing at the same time. My nipples were being twisted in the most wonderful way, and I felt it all the way down to my pussy, just like Jonah had said I would.
“I’m going to chain the clamps together now, Melanie, and tug on them.”
I groaned.
Soon my nipples were being pulled. God, so good.
“Jonah,” I gasped. “I need you. I need you now. Your cock inside me.”
Slap!
Something came down upon my abdomen.
“I told you not to speak without permission.”
I started to open my mouth to say I was sorry but bit my lip instead.
I was at his mercy. He could do with me whatever he wanted right now. If he hurt me, I could tell him to stop, and I trusted that he would. So far, he wasn’t hurting me. The clamps were…surreal. As much as I loved having my nipples sucked hard, the clamps were something completely different. Yes, they were influencing the same nerve endings, but it was a different sensation, different than a suck, different even than a bite. Perhaps it was because it was prolonged. I didn’t know, and I didn’t rightly care. All I knew was my body was hot, so hot.
This was more physical for me than it had ever been before. Right now I wanted to be fucked.
But Jonah obviously had other ideas.
“I’m going to put some clamps on your thighs. Let me know if it’s too much,” he said.
I sucked in a breath at the first pinch on the top of my thigh.
Too much? Hell no.
I breathed out. A few seconds later, he pinched my other side in the same spot, about a couple of inches below my groin.
“Okay?” he asked.
“Yes.” I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to say any more.
He applied two more to each thigh, one in the middle and one right above the knee.
I tensed, letting the pain course through me, letting it grow into something that wasn’t quite pleasure but was amazing at the same time.
“This is why I like this kind of play, Melanie,” Jonah said. “I know what it does to you. It’s doing exactly the same thing to me. Everything I produce in your body I feel in my own. I don’t know why, but I do. I have such a hard-on right now for you, Melanie.” His erection pressed against my hand that was bound. “Feel me. Feel what you do to me. Feel how much I want you.”
Then fuck me! I longed to shout. But I would not disobey him again. I kept my hand on his bulge until he moved away.
Slap! Tiny smacks that didn’t hurt—in fact, felt amazing—came down on my abdomen and then on my clamped thighs.
Slap!
This time on the blond curls between my legs, and then again, between them, against my slick folds of my pussy.
I bit my lip to keep from crying out, so hard that I actually drew blood. The tangy metal taste made its way to my tongue. If only he would fuck me, fuck me hard.