I cried out and again fought the straps holding me to the bench. Damn, that was like a whip of fire.
“Shh, it’s okay,” he said against my lips. “Stick with it, the pain will become warm and delicious in a few seconds.”
“Oh, I don’t know.”
He kissed me, catching my protests. I knew I could safeword, but I didn’t want to. I wanted Jonathan’s games and his scene to go as he’d planned.
I released a breath and harnessed my control.
“That’s it,” he said, walking around my head, his hand trailing over my skin. “And now for this one.”
Again he massaged and suckled my breast. I knew what was coming, though, and didn’t relax into it. But that meant when the clamp was applied I didn’t startle. I counted to ten and waited for the pain to become a sensual dull throb.
“I’ll always want you,” he said. “Your mind, your body, your heart, and your submission.” He kissed my forehead. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman.”
He stepped away and began to unbuckle his belt.
I watched him, always finding it sexy to see him or Ricardo do that. It meant fun was coming, hot, sexy fun.
He slid it from the first loops and let the leather hang, then he undid his fly and shoved his pants down over his thick thighs. There were no boxers—Jonathan always went commando when we came to The Dungeon.
He toed off his shoes, then removed his socks and pants completely.
Gloriously naked, he stood at the head of the bench again.
“How are you feeling, sub?” he asked as he tenderly stroked my hair back from my brow.
“Hot, a little twitchy…needy.”
“What do you need?”
“You.”
“You’re going to get me. But you’ll have to trust me, okay.”
“You know I do.”
He slipped one hand beneath the crown of my head and held it up slightly from the bench. I was aware of movement, a little tugging and then the top of the bench, where my crown had been resting, was gone. If he released my head, I’d have nothing there to support it.
“This is a little different for you,” he said. “But it will be amazing.”
I didn’t answer, instead I put my trust in him to hold my head as I relaxed my neck. Jonathan totally owned me in that moment. Legs high and wide, butt plug inserted and nipple clamps creating sweet torture.
“Relax your neck,” he said.
I did as he’d asked and he lowered my head so my throat was stretched.
I was practically upside down now, his cock all I could see.
“Open up,” he said, still holding the back of my head. “And take this.”
With my mouth stretched wide, I took the tip of his erection between my lips. Its taste and shape were familiar and as he fed it into me I groaned around his shaft.
“That’s it,” he said, his voice tense. “Good girl. Good sub.”
The way he said ‘girl’ and ‘sub’ further removed me from my daily life. It made me feel so distant from everything except for pleasing my Master and him pleasing me.
“Keep wide, and let me in here.” He stroked beneath my chin, to my throat. “I can get real deep from this position.”