Lost in You

by Lexi Blake

  “Then I’ll beg you to clamp my pussy, Sir.”

  “Your clit?” He rubbed her clit with the clothespin. The wood, which had felt smooth against her flesh before now, felt hard, the edges sharp, the metal of the spring cold. “Would you beg me to clamp your clit?”

  She whimpered.

  “Answer me,” he commanded in his deep Dom voice.

  “Yes, yes.” She rocked her hips forward, sliding against his hand. “I would beg you to clamp my clit. I would beg you to torture my pussy.”

  “Excellent.”

  She heard the clothespin clatter to the floor, but before she could get too disappointed, he bent his head and sucked one nipple into his mouth. The sensation sent a jolt of desire through her. Her body went taut and she found herself on her toes. She tried to grab his head, to hold him to her breasts, but the chains wouldn’t allow it. She moaned in pleasure and frustration and he drew his head back, nipple sliding from between his lips. He treated her other breast to the same delicious tug as he let it slide from his mouth.

  He was breathing hard when he cupped her breast, lifting it. She looked down and saw the hard bulge his cock had made in his leathers.

  His thumb brushed her nipple, bringing her attention back to her breast. He plucked a clothespin from his vest and squeezed it open. She held her breath, her heart hammering in her chest as he lowered it toward her.

  Only for him to veer away. He instead pinched the underside of her breast with the thumb and forefinger of his other hand, then attached the clothespin there. She let out the breath she’d been holding, only to gasp. With each inhale the clothespin jiggled, sending fresh bolts of sensation the short distance between the clothespin and her nipple.

  He added a clothespin to the same spot on the other breast, then stepped back. “How does that feel?”

  It hurt, but she was extremely aroused, so the pain fed her wanting. “Odd. It’s not what I expected.”

  He nodded as if that’s what he’d thought she’d say and selected another clothespin. Again, he clipped it to her breast, this time beside her nipple. Ariel closed her eyes, concentrating on the feeling of his hands on her. Again and again he pinched the skin of her breast, then snapped a clothespin into place. It had been a long time since anyone had paid this much attention to her breasts without touching her nipples. She hadn’t realized how hot it would make her, how much she would like the short burst of pain, followed by the lingering warmth from the pinch of the clothespins.

  She heard Robert step back and opened her eyes. He was watching her with a hungry gaze. She looked down, examining his handiwork. A ring of six clothespins circled each breast. Her nipples, untouched in the center, were ruched up tight.

  She licked her lower lip and brought her gaze to meet his.

  “More, please, Sir.”

  Robert growled and lunged for her. She arched her back, offering her already wonderfully abused breasts, but he didn’t wrap his arms around her or reach for her nipples. He hit his knees, grabbing the inside of her thighs and forcing her ass back against the wall. He spread her open, then leaned in and licked her pussy, one long stroke up to her clit. Her breath fled as his tongue glided over her. She’d hadn’t expected it, hadn’t had time to prepare herself mentally for how desperately aroused—and therefore wildly sensitive—she was. She tried to clamp her thighs around his head, but he held her open. He nipped the flesh at the top of her pussy, his lower teeth and lip almost brushing her clit.

  She wrapped her hands around the chains, needing the balance they provided. “Sir, please. I need to come.”

  “You don’t come until I give you permission.” He smacked the inside of her thigh, sending a delicious thrill through her. “Look at me.”

  She looked down, past the clothespins, to where he knelt between her legs. Holding her gaze, he stuck out his tongue, flicking her clit.

  She could have come then—she was ready. The bondage, the clothespins, every delicious word he’d said…they were enough. They’d brought her to the edge.

  But her Dom had told her she couldn’t come until she had permission. The part of her that needed to submit, that needed to not be in control, forced her to hold back the orgasm.

  “I want to come, Sir,” she begged.

  Robert surged to his feet. “Open your mouth.”

  Eagerly, she obeyed, hoping he’d kiss her, or maybe he’d loosen the chains, lower her to her knees, and slide his cock into her mouth.

  “Stick out your tongue.”

  Again she obeyed.

  “This is your punishment.” He raised a clothespin, squeezed it open. He positioned it on her tongue, then released it.

  She whimpered as the clothespin bit down. It hurt, and not with the sweet arousal-tempered burn of the ones on her breasts.

  He raised a second clothespin and her eyes widened.

  “You earned two,” he reminded her softly.

  She shook her head. Robert looked pointedly at each hand. He’d given her a signal she could use if this was too much.

  She kept her hands wrapped firmly around the chains. Though her job was helping other people express their feelings through words, she wasn’t sure she could fully explain what she felt in that moment. Robert, who acted like her boyfriend, worshiped her to the point she felt like a goddess around him, was now punishing her.

  This was a real punishment, a bite of pain not softened with pleasure. A sign that he was able and more than willing to truly top her in the club. To correct her behavior, to control and command her even while taking care of her. The dichotomy of this man was fascinating. Robert, who had so little control in his own life, had complete control of her.

  She dropped her gaze to his chin.

  “Good girl.” He raised and applied a second clothespin to her tongue. “Two.”

  Again she whimpered. She could no longer close her mouth, and she could feel the saliva beginning to pool against her lower lip.

  Robert kissed her forehead, then dropped to his knees once more. Ariel wanted to look down at what he was doing, but she stared forward, letting the sensation roll over her. She couldn’t think about anything but what he was doing to her body. The clothespins pinched, but they were doing their job. They were forcing her to stay in the now, to concentrate on him.

  His fingers slid along her labia. He stroked every plump, damp fold of her pussy with his fingers, as if he were memorizing her by touch. She sighed in pleasure, her breath catching when he came close to her clit, but he never touched it. He took his time, playing with her as if she were his favorite toy. And as he did, her need grew and grew, swelling inside her so that with each breath she was aware of every inch of her own skin.

  Then he tugged on her labia. “This isn’t punishment. This will hurt, but it’s not punishment. It’s pain because you need it.” There was a pause, and then she felt the open clothespin slide over one side of her plump pussy. She held her breath.

  Robert released the clothespin. It bit down, pinching hard and tight. She shrieked and danced onto her toes.

  Robert switched to the other side of her pussy. Again she felt the clothespin slide into place. “You need it, and I need to give it to you.”

  He released the pin, and a fresh wave pulsed through her, centered on her wonderfully tortured pussy.

  “And,” he growled, “I like playing with and tormenting this sweet pussy.”

  The sharp, stinging pinch faded to a warm pulsing that was neither pleasure or pain but both. Ariel shifted her hips side to side, feeling the clothespins clack against one another. Robert tugged one gently and she thrust her hips out. “Beautiful,” he murmured.

  She felt the tug as he unclipped her ankle bindings from the wall.

  She let her mind float, finding that wonderful peace where she didn’t have to make any decisions, where she didn’t have to try and decipher another person’s actions or words. There was no ambiguity here. He ordered. She obeyed.

  “Look at me.”

  Ariel lo
wered her chin, wincing as a bit of saliva spilled down onto her chest.

  “God, you’re gorgeous. I don’t know why I was worried about this. You like it. You like it rough and I like giving it to you. Baby, you are the single sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.” Robert reached up, sliding his thumb through the moisture, then rubbed it over her nipple. When he withdrew, the air on her wet skin was cold, making her nipple ache for his touch. He repeated the caress on the other side, dampening that nipple too.

  “Brace yourself.” Robert grabbed ahold of her hips.

  Unsure what he was about to do, but trusting him fully, she adjusted her grip on the chains and held tight.

  Robert lifted her hips up and away from the wall, her feet leaving the floor. For a moment she was suspended in the air, her bodyweight supported by his massive, muscled arms. Robert adjusted her so that her thighs were on his shoulders, her back resting against the wall.

  “Don’t try to hold yourself up,” he ordered. “I’ve got you. Trust me.”

  Ariel relaxed her shoulders and arms, letting her weight settle on him. His hands were on her ass, supporting her from below, his face only inches from her pussy. She was completely dependent on him.

  “I’m going to eat this sweet pussy. You come as many times as you want. I want to taste you when you come. Then, no matter how many times you’ve come, I’m going to make you come again when I fuck you.” His words were a promise—a dark, wonderful promise.

  She nodded, wanting to let him know how much she needed him. Wanted to beg him for more, but she couldn’t.

  She was being punished because she hadn’t trusted him, and she welcomed that punishment, even as she swore she would never fail to trust him again. When they were in a club, they were solid. They were together. This was finally their time and she wouldn’t let anything come between them. She would quit if she had to. Robert was the important thing.

  He used two fingers to spread her pussy open, pressing the clothespins against the inside of her thighs. “These will help keep your pussy open for me, so I can taste every inch of you. Next time I’m taping the clothespins in place, so your pussy will stay spread. So I can see your clit at all times.”

  She came close to orgasm right then. The man liked to talk, and he was very, very good at it.

  He buried his face in her sex and proved that there was something he was better at than dirty talk, and that was eating pussy. The clothespins bit deeper into her labia as they were squeezed between her thighs and his cheeks. The fresh spikes of pain only made her hotter, and when his nose bumped her clit as his tongue thrust inside her she came.

  She’d been hovering near orgasm since he’d put the clothespins on her tongue. Now she had his permission to find release, and his face buried in her pussy was all she needed to fall over that edge.

  Every muscle in her body tensed for a moment, that sweet peak of pleasure holding her like a vice. Robert thrust his tongue deep inside her, and that tension broke. She screamed in pleasure. Normally she didn’t. Normally she would have clenched her teeth, but he’d made it so she couldn’t do that. She couldn’t hide the sounds she was making. Everyone around them would look over and know what he was doing to her.

  Robert’s tongue swept up to her clit and she sobbed. She was so sensitive it was as if he’d touched her with a live wire. Every nerve ending jangled. It was too much, and she had no way to tell him that.

  Robert paused, his mouth still against her, and then stopped. He kissed her clit, the soft pressure of his lips a shockingly intense sensation. He kissed her again and again, laying almost chaste kisses over the swollen pearl as she came down from the first orgasm.

  Her breathing steadied and softened, but his mouth never stopped, and soon those closed-lip kisses became an open mouth. Each time he kissed her she felt the edges of his teeth and tongue dance over her. She started to rock her hips forward and back, needed to move, needed that primal thrusting motion.

  Robert drew back. She looked down at him. Their gazes met. Held.

  He reached up between her legs from below, grabbed both clothespins, and yanked them off.

  She gasped as pleasure-pain raced through her. Robert pounced, his mouth covering her clit. He licked her with rhythmic passes of the broad flat of his tongue. She came again. Forgetting about the clothespins on her tongue she bit down, adding a fresh layer of pain over the wave of pleasure she was riding. Her thigh muscles trembled, as did her arms.

  Each exhale was a whimper of pleasure, each inhale made the clothespins still on her breasts jiggle, and her nipples were diamond hard and aching to be played with.

  Robert lifted his head from her pussy, examining her with a dark intensity that made her shiver. He kept his gaze on her as he lowered her back to her feet. The moment lengthened between them, the intimacy almost too much to take. He looked down at her like she was a work of art he’d had a hand in creating.

  And then one long arm slid up her side to her breast. He cupped her, the edge of his index finger and thumb nudging the clothespins.

  Ariel looked at him, eyes widening as she shook her head. She couldn’t come again. Not so soon.

  Robert swiped his hand across both breasts, knocking all the clothespins off with one sweep.

  Her breathing was hard, fast, and a bit shaky. She looked up at him, mute and pleading. Robert released one of the clothespins from her tongue. She screwed her eyes closed in pain as her tongue throbbed. He released the other and she closed her mouth, swallowing hard.

  “You took your punishment well,” he murmured. “Good girl.”

  She rubbed her abused tongue against the top of her mouth, easing the ache.

  “Open your mouth,” he commanded.

  Ariel looked at him, eyes wide. She didn’t want those clothespins back on her tongue. That had hurt and she hadn’t liked not being able to talk. She didn’t want to open her mouth. Didn’t want to obey.

  But he was her Dom, and she trusted him.

  She stopped herself from whimpering, but she did as he’d ordered, opening her mouth. Robert’s cock twitched against her pussy.

  “Do you know what it does to me when you obey?” He kissed the corner of her mouth, then sucked her lower lip. “It makes me want to fuck you.”

  He captured her mouth with a kiss. Ariel kissed him back, nipping and licking.

  “Please.” She breathed the word against his lips. “Please.” She rubbed her cheek against his, feeling the stubble there.

  “Are you sure?” He stared into her eyes. “I can grab a condom.”

  They’d had this discussion before they’d come down to get ready. He had medical tests constantly. She was on birth control. Neither had any desire to play around. They were going to be monogamous. “I’m sure. I want you.”

  “I’ve never wanted anything the way I want you.” He worked the ties of his leathers, shoving them down and freeing his cock. He moved into her space, pinning her to the wall and reaching down to haul her thighs up. “Wrap your legs around me. I want you to come again.”

  She held on tight, gripping his waist with her thighs. “Even if I don’t, this has been—”

  Robert took one of the clothespins recently liberated from her tongue and snapped it onto her right nipple.

  Her vision went blurry as pleasure-pain lanced through her. She’d thought she was done. That she had nothing more to give.

  Robert proved that wrong. He applied the other clothespin to her left nipple. She buried her face against his neck and bit him, needing to give back a bit of what she felt, needing to mark him as he’d marked her. He growled, and then he was holding her hips, lifting her up, his cock nudging her thigh before sliding against her pussy.

  Ariel let her head fall back against the wall. Robert shifted his grip on her hips, freeing one hand to come up and cup her head, protecting her from whacking against the stone.

  It was such a sweet, caring gesture that her throat tightened with tears. This was what she’d been waiting for all her li
fe. This man. He was everything she needed.

  God, she was in love with him.

  Robert’s cock slid into her, and there was no more room for soft emotions. His cock filled her, opened her body, which was tight from the orgasms. When he was fully inside her he paused, his breath hot and damp against her neck. She shivered, the tremble working its way down her body. Her nipples were burning from the clothespins, her pussy was pulsing around his cock. She’d thought she couldn’t come again, but she would.

  Robert lifted his head and kissed her softly, sweetly.

  Then he adjusted his stance and began to thrust in hard.

  Ariel felt as if she could fly away or fly apart. Pleasure pulsed through her each time he shoved that big cock into her body. Her mouth felt swollen from his kisses. Her aching tongue reminded her of his punishment, and her nipples burned within the vise of the clothespins.

  She hovered there, on the edge of a final orgasm. He thrust in, lifting her body with the force of it, his hand protecting her head, his cock so deep inside her that his groin rubbed her clit.

  “Together,” he panted.

  Together. Yes. They were strong together, better together. She was caught between his body and the wall behind her, and there was no place else she would rather be.

  Robert reached between them and yanked the clothespins from her nipples. Her eyes rolled back in her head, her pussy clamped down on his cock, and she came. Every muscle went taut, and she wished she could hold him, wished she could cling to him as a storm of pleasure and feeling washed over her. She couldn’t wrap her arms around him, but she clung to him with her legs and buried her face in the curve of his neck, tears dampening his skin.

  Robert thrust once, twice, and a third time. He whispered her name, and the way he said it, with such gentleness, made her heart ache.

  They stayed that way, intertwined, for the longest time. Finally he set her back on her feet.

  Robert stared down at her. For once, neither of them had anything to say. He kissed her softly then went about releasing her from her bondage. He was still wearing his vest and tucked his cock away in his leathers. She was naked and trembling both from the intensity of what she’d experienced and the chill she felt after the loss of his body heat.