“On your fifth orgasm.”
“Which one was that?”
“You were getting a nice fucking doggy style.”
“That was when I had that gag on.”
“You were still supposed to ask.”
She looked away so he wouldn’t see her roll her eyes. Shit.
“So what’s the punishment?” she ventured, then wondered if it was better not to ask.
He withdrew, walked over to his table of wickedness, and returned with a pair of butterfly clamps joined by a small link chain.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Breaking the seal of the glass tubes, he popped them off. The nipple and surrounding area had become puffy and darker in hue. He circled his fingers around her nipple. She whimpered. Her nipples tended to be sensitive. Now they were going to be off-the-charts sensitive. She braced herself when he lowered his head and flicked his tongue over a hardened bud.
“Jesus!” she cried out, trying somehow to scramble away.
“Be a good pet,” he ordered, grabbing her breast.
He licked her again, sending a bolt through her nipple to her pussy, where a craving grew anew. He then placed his entire mouth over the area of her nipple and sucked. The force of his mouth was far greater than the cups. She practically sobbed.
When he came off, he asked, “Don’t you want to thank me for punishing you, so that you can become a better submissive?”
Hell no. But he knew that, knew that she wanted to curse him, and that was why he asked the question.
“Thank you, Sir,” she replied through gritted teeth.
He fixed one of the clamps near the outer diameter of her areola. Seeing that she seemed okay with the placement, he moved it closer to her nipple.
“Ohhhh...” she groaned.
And closer.
“Oh, fuck,” she swore.
He took his hand off the clamp, letting gravity tug at the clamp and consequently her nipple. He applied the other one.
New basketball courts, she reminded herself. New basketball courts. New basketball...
He went back to stand at her other end and slapped his cock against her still swollen pussy. The delicious sensation there partially offset the pain on her nipples. He pushed himself into her, filling her. He felt so large, so hard. But once she adjusted to the penetration, his movements, which he kept slow and gentle, began to draw pleasure. The angle was different, his cock touching her in places that hadn’t received as much attention before. It felt good. He felt good.
He always felt good.
He fondled her clit again, stoking her arousal. He thrust a little harder, a little deeper. The motion made the clamps swing, pulling more painfu
lly on her nipples, but the yearning in her pussy had gone past the point of no return. She needed and wanted release. It didn’t matter how hard he shoved, she’d take it all if only he could get her to that pinnacle of pleasure and send her over.
He grabbed her leg to leverage himself deeper, harder, faster.
“Fuck...oh, fuck,” she babbled. “Fuuuuck.”
She exploded. Her body couldn’t contain the burst of tension so scintillating, euphoric, and powerful. It felt as if her body were a live wire, the voltage going through it blowing her mind and rendering her helpless, a mess of spasms and supreme carnal bliss.
Chapter Twenty-Five