by Karen Nappa
"What do you say when you want me to stop?"
"Red, Sir," Suzie responded, "or yellow to slow down."
"Good," he replied. "Use it when you need it!"
He picked up the nipple clamps from the nightstand, then his mouth pulled hard on the nub. Using his tongue, he ground it against the grooves and ridges of his palate. Her breast swelled and the areola puckered, while her nipple elongated and turned maroon instead of the dark coral her left nipple still was. Connor attached the circular vice nipple clamp and turned the screw until Suzie moaned. He shifted his gaze from the clamp to her hands and then her mouth and kept tightening the screw until she fisted her hands and her mouth turned into a stubborn line.
Not good! He slapped her pussy with his free hand, and Suzie gasped in shock and pain.
"Color?"
"Yellow," she squeaked.
He dialed the screw one turn back. "And now?" He knew her answer, but it was important Suzie knew it, too.
She squirmed.
"Suzie." He lifted the T-shirt from her eyes and she blinked up at him. "What color?"
"Sorry, Sir. I'm green. I can take it."
Another punishing slap came down on her exposed pussy. That hurt and not in a good way! He was unrelenting. Her gaze returned to his eyes. They were bright green, not the mossy green she had seen before. Was he mad? Disappointed in her? Wasn't she masochist enough? Suzie started to look away but was halted by his next question.
"What was that thought?" Connor inquired.
Suzie swallowed. Wasn't it enough that she was physically bare?
His gaze was unyielding, and she sighed. "I was wondering if you're annoyed with me."
"I'm annoyed you refused to use your safeword. I can't read your mind. You need to communicate with me," he answered with an even tone. "Talk to me, missy."
"I was afraid I couldn't satisfy your sadistic needs," Suzie admitted.
Connor gave her a kiss. "You're a service sub as well as a masochist. It doesn't surprise me, given the way you enjoy feeding others. My need is to give you pain you enjoy and probably a wee bit beyond that."
Suzie couldn't suppress a smile at 'wee bit'. He might be an American, but the Scot was right under the surface. "I need to be sure you'll use your safeword when needed."
"I promise, I will... Sir."
He looked for a moment in her face and seemed satisfied with what he was seeing. He nodded and started to work on her other nipple. Suzie's face was wet with sweat or tears or maybe both. She couldn't move, and she couldn't think. How could she have thought going to the bedroom meant vanilla sex? He was a Dominant and a sadist, and he had been prepared. Her hands were tied together above her head. Her legs were held wide apart. Her nipples were clamped and had long before stopped aching, but she knew they had to come off at some point. After a slow exploration of her body, Connor had gone down on her. He had worked her up to a small orgasm. It had been nice, like a lazy summer river meandering through the field at a mellow past. Flowing for sure, but not with a voracious pull determined to drag her along and under. Suzie expected him to stop, but he continued, biting her clit—hard. Suzie screamed. She looked down at him, and his eyes were dark with passion. She could see his mirth and evil intent. The man had clamped his jaw down on her clit. The initial shock and pain had eased a bit. He was pumping two fingers inside her vagina. Her clit started feeling numb from the lack of blood.
"What are—" she started, but her sentence ended in a gurgling scream as he released both nipple clamps and her blood rushed back to her abused nubs. Suzie cried and pulled on the cuffs.
Appreciated
Club Indigo - Book Three
He's one of the youngest detectives in their unit. She's sworn she'll never date another cop.
In Appreciated, Police Detective Jim Cagney has to be very persuasive to talk Paula "Haagen Dazs" Stone into a relationship. When she agrees to a trial, he takes her home, and this is what happens next.
Paula fumbled with her seatbelt as Jim put the Acura into park.
Dinner had been excellent as it always was at the Smokehouse. They had shared a slab of pork ribs, and the meat had practically fallen off the bones, just the way she liked it. Jim had been an absolute gentleman, no sign of him trying to dominate her. He'd even agreed to split the check! Now, they were back at the condo, and she was feeling both nervous and insecure about the rest of the night.
"Look at me." Before she could process his order, her eyes found his blue gaze. "There's nothing to be nervous about. Like every new relationship, we're going to explore and experience what works for us and what doesn't. If there's something you don't like, all you have to do is tell me."
"I suck at relationships, Jim. What if I screw up? Maybe we shouldn't do this after all?"
His eyes turned hard, and it reminded Paula that he was used to dealing with hardened criminals.
"So, because you're worried the relationship is going to fail, you won't give it a chance to succeed?"
Paula winced because his words were true. "Sorry, Sir." Would the honorific placate him? "I guess you're right. I've promised to do this for two months, and I will do so. It's just that I'm not sure what you will expect from me outside of the bedroom and it makes me antsy."
Jim took her hand from the belt strap and pressed a tender kiss to the inside of her wrist, the gesture so sweet and arousing at the same time. "How about we spend the next hour or so going over the rules and how I expect you to behave around me? I want this to work for us, Melda."
He looked at her like she was the only woman on earth and his words rang sincerely. The use of that special Elvish word made something in her chest flutter, and Paula nodded in agreement. "Yes, show me, please."
She was rewarded with a bright smile before she got a stern look and a "Stay."
Paula leaned back in her seat as Jim exited the car and came around to open her door. She knew better than to release her seatbelt and waited with her hands resting on her legs. That earned her a "Good girl."
"Shouldn't I do things like that for you?" she inquired.
Jim smiled and shook his head. "No, Melda. Some Masters may want that kind of attention, but I like to take care of you. Part of the attraction of the 24/7 dynamic for me is that I'm certain you're safe and content."
She didn't get the whole idea, but she did like his chivalrous behavior around her. Men usually expected Paula to hold her own and to keep up. She was surprised how much she liked being taken care of.
As Jim guided her inside the house and closed the front door, he stated, "You know the first two rules already."
Paula nodded. "Yes, I do. The clothes and the greeting kiss."
"That's right." Jim looked pleased with her. "Today, we dined in public, and there, we acted like a vanilla couple." She smiled at that, and he held up a finger. "Mind you, you don't speak over me or otherwise try to take control, even in a vanilla setting. It'll earn you a punishment for disrespect."
She wasn't sure she liked that, but she would hold her tongue for now.
Jim continued. "However, when we're at home—either mine or yours—you'll be eating from my hand."
"What? I can feed myself." Paula realized she might have gone too far and backpedaled. "Why is that, Sir?" She hesitated before adding, "I'm not questioning your rules, but I want to understand."
Jim smiled. "I'll indulge your curiosity. I think questions serve a purpose right now. For the next hour, you're allowed to ask me anything you want," he said. "In answer to your question, by feeding you, I control what you eat, how fast, and how much. I've noticed you have the tendency to scarf down your food. I want you to savor your meals, especially the ones I provide for you."
Paula stopped to think and realized she did often read up on cases or otherwise multitask while she ate, especially at work. She's always thought of eating as a bodily function and not something to linger over.
Jim ducked his head to make eye contact, and Paula nodded to show her understanding.
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"So you want us to sit down at the dining table for every meal?"
A boyish grin flashed over his face. "Follow me." He took her hand and guided her to the kitchen which held a smaller table. "This is the place for preparing meals and eating them."
Paula looked at the oak table with only one chair. "Do you expect me to sit in your lap?"
Jim's face scrunched up in a cute 'I'm thinking hard' face. "That's actually an appealing thought, but you'll be sitting beside me." Jim indicated a wide cushion on the floor beside the chair.
What the hell!
"You want me beside you like a dog begging for scraps from the table?" Her voice rose in pitch.
"Tone," he admonished. "I'm not into puppy play, Paula. When you're sitting beside me on the ground, I can monitor your reactions much better than when you're across from me at the table. By kneeling, you will be getting into your submissive headspace. On the floor beside me, you don't have to worry about a thing. I will be taking care of your every need."
Paula's anger vanished as rapidly as it had come. "I remember Jackson and how he let go of everything around him, while on his knees beside Henry. Okay, I believe you, Sir."
No, he deserved more.
"I'm sorry I snapped at you and assumed the worse."
Jim pressed a kiss on her cheek and squeezed her hand. "Apologies accepted. I realize this is all very new to you, and most people don't understand the lifestyle."
"Is that the reason lifestylers get so irritated when I bring up the Fifty Shades movie?" She couldn't contain her curiosity.
"The books and movies paint a very distorted picture of the lifestyle. It feeds the common misunderstanding that people who are into BDSM are mentally ill and need to be 'cured' of the disorder." Jim scowled, and after a brief pause, his face relaxed. "It did make the topic more socially acceptable, though—so that might be a plus." He shrugged and gestured to the pillow. "When we come into the kitchen, I want you to go to the pillow and kneel. Do you remember how you're supposed to kneel?"
Paula nodded. "With my hands at the small of my back and my knees parted."
He looked pleased that she'd remembered.
"There's another pose I want to teach you. When I say 'Present,' I want you to stand upright like you're at attention but with your hands behind your back and your legs at least shoulder wide apart. Can you do it now?"
Paula obeyed and took the pose easily. Jim looked her over. "Now, clasp your arms by the elbows. Can you manage that, or is it too uncomfortable?"
Paula tried, and although it felt a bit awkward, she answered, "It's okay."
"Great, you can relax." Paula let out a sigh of relief when she let go of her arms and let them hang beside her body.
"There are a lot more poses we can do, but for now, I think these two will do just fine. Do you have any more questions?"
Paula shook her head.
"In that case, our hour of show and tell is over, and now you belong to me." His hot gaze made liquid gather between her legs. "Kneel, Melda."
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The End
Karen Nappa
Karen Nappa is a bi-continental writing team. They create stories about ordinary people with kinky preferences. Don't expect billionaires, werewolves or vampires from them, nor perfect, beautiful people. Some of the events in their stories are true to life, others are figments of the imagination.
Reviewers praised the first two installments of Club Indigo for the BDSM romance, steamy sex, lovable characters, and a great plot.
When not texting, skyping or writing together, the American half likes to spin yarn and make quilts, while the Dutch "partner in crime" prefers to go for a run while listening to heavy metal.
April 11th, 2019 will be a date to remember for them both. Not only was it the day their debut, Trapped (Club Indigo 1) was released but it also was the day that the two halves of Karen Nappa met in person.
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