“Hands behind your back,” he ordered. She saw the leather cuffs, then felt them as he stood behind her to tighten them around her wrists. They weren’t play cuffs. They were substantial, real leather cuffs lined with a softer fabric. Not fur. There was nothing furry and “novelty” about his bondage. Once he hooked them together behind her, her mouth was open for real. This was different than Ethan’s rope. Less artistic, more strenuous.
He came in front of her again, and played with her outthrust breasts, pinching the nipples, lifting them with a growl of appreciation. “I love your tits,” he said. “When you wear those low-cut concert gowns, they’re a terrible distraction.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Shh. Open your damn mouth like I told you.”
It was sort of embarrassing to kneel there with her mouth open while he trussed her up for his pleasure. Of course, she was only waiting for one thing, and it was thick, hard, and right in front of her.
He put the collar on next. It had a ring in the front and one in the back. He tested both of them once he’d buckled it on her, giving the rings a little jerk so she swayed on her knees. It was hot, so fucking hot, the way he was taking over her, taking control.
The nipple jewelry came next. Ethan had put clamps on her, and they hurt, but these weren’t the same. She stared down at them as he played with her nipples again. Oh God, his touch felt so good, so skilled. But man, she was scared.
“You’re not a good listener, are you?”
His sharp voice drew her from her thoughts.
“I’ve told you three or four fucking times now to keep your mouth open.”
She’d forgotten. She’d been so interested in what he was doing to her nipples, she’d forgotten to do the most important thing he wanted, which was to obey.
“Down,” he said, hooking a finger in her collar’s ring to bend her over. “Ass up, forehead on the floor.”
The punishment started so quickly, she couldn’t prepare herself. She wouldn’t have been able to anyway. He was using the strap, wielding it on her exposed ass. “I need you to do what I tell you,” he said, in time with the stinging strokes.
“Ow. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”
“Are you listening to me or not?”
She opened her mouth wide, even though he couldn’t see her. At the same time, she cried out, garbled whining for mercy because he was setting her ass on fire.
He gave her ten hard strokes, punishment strokes, not the fun kind, holding her clenched fists behind her back to keep them out of the way. Otherwise she would have tried to shield herself, which she’d already learned was a no-no. If Ethan didn’t put up with that, she knew Jonathan wouldn’t.
She couldn’t beg him to stop and also keep her mouth open as he wished, so she cried and whined instead until he thought she’d been punished enough. Her ass burned. She felt so exposed. Still, the safe word hadn’t even come to her mind. God, no, she was as hot as her punished butt cheeks.
He dropped the strap and came to stand in front of her, and she opened her mouth like the most submissive slave.
“That’s better,” he said.
He picked up the nipple jewelry and showed it to her. There were two round, silver disks with open centers. “These slide onto your nipples without pinching as hard as clamps. You’ll know they’re there, but I can leave them on longer.” He touched her lips, thrust a finger in her open mouth, against her tongue. “That way I can play with you longer. I plan to play with you a long, long time.”
She moaned, trembling. Her bottom throbbed, and soon her nipples throbbed too. The disks didn’t pinch her sensitive nipples, but stimulated them with contact, so her breasts felt as sexualized and vulnerable as her punished ass. As she knelt there, waiting, Jonathan put on a pink, flavored condom. She wondered what flavor it was but didn’t dare ask him. It would be Jonathan flavored.
She started salivating. They’d played music together for years, talked, argued, slept against each other’s shoulders on long plane or bus rides, but now he was going to fuck her, and God if it didn’t seem long, long overdue.
“What a sexy girl,” he said, tracing her lips again, then touching his cock’s tip to them. “Stick out your tongue. Show me you want it.”
She obeyed, feeling slutty as hell and loving it. He hooked a finger in the back of her collar again and pulled her forward, sliding his thick cock into her mouth. She was in such a submissive headspace by then, from the bondage, the strapping, the collar, that she took him deeper than she thought she could. She choked a moment later. As soon as she caught her breath, he shoved in again, making her cough.