by Jan Bowles
“How are you feeling this morning?” he asked.
“I’m fine.” She didn’t really want to talk about being dumped by her husband for another woman. It still made her angry.
Max persisted. “I told you we should discuss everything with each other, baby. We shouldn’t have any secrets. They only build up into something much bigger.”
The happiness she had begun to feel the moment she’d woken up began to dim. Would it always be like this? This feeling of being totally inadequate. Kirk had found someone else much better in bed, much more of a woman. It would only be a matter of time before Max did the same. Max was a rich, good-looking, highly sexed guy. Why would he stay with her, when he could have any woman he wanted? If she confided her fears to him, it would only make her seem weak, immature, and needy. It would probably bring their relationship to an end before it had barely begun.
In the end she snapped at him. “I just don’t want to talk about Kirk and that bitch of his, Max. Okay?”
He studied her for a while, before speaking. “I understand it’s not an easy subject, but I’m here, if you need me. I’ve spoken with Hans Lindquist. The psychologist I told you about. He can help you overcome any problems. I think you need to discuss Kirk’s affair and suicide with someone not so close to the situation. Someone who can be logical and objective.”
Ella’s head began to hurt. All this thinking stressed her out. In the end she answered angrily, “I’d be okay if people just left me the fuck alone.”
“I see.” Max just sat on the bed and stared at her. “Ella, that is twice you have spoken disrespectfully to me. As your Master, I will not tolerate it.” He didn’t raise his voice, but kept it low and commanding. It couldn’t have sounded more chilling. “You have forced me to take matters into my own hand. I had hoped you would come to your senses. Let me explain in unambiguous terms. You will see Hans Lindquist, once a week for a whole month.” His voice strongly emphasized the first two words, letting her know who was in charge. “It will do you good to talk it through.”
Ella decided to be a little less confrontational. As the submissive in the relationship, she really should be more careful about how she spoke to Max. After all, she’d already tasted his discipline once, and she knew there would be more to come if she acted disrespectfully toward him again. “Thank you. I’m sorry for snapping, Master.” By using his formal title she hoped to appeal to his better nature.
“Good, and just so you’re aware of what you’ve done, I have something for you. Hopefully, it’ll serve to correct your sassy tongue.” He reached into his bedside drawer and retrieved an intricate piece of gold jewelry. On closer inspection, it comprised of an ornate center section with three long lengths of chain hanging from it. On the end of each of the lengths was attached an adjustable gold clip. “You will wear this under your dress,” he instructed her. “Only you and I will know it’s there. Just straddle me for a minute, and I’ll put it on for you.”
Ella did as he commanded. It didn’t look like he was punishing her, and she was only too happy to receive another piece of jewelry. Her delight was short-lived when Max held up the delicate piece. “These clamps”—he opened and closed them with an index finger and thumb—“apply just the right amount of pressure on your erogenous zones.” He attached a clamp to her nipple and she bit her bottom lip, unable to decide if it was pain or pleasure that she felt. “This sensual jewelry will make you more aware of your sexuality,” Max stated as he opened a second clip, and then secured it to her other nipple. The delicate chain joining them together swung loosely between them. A third length of chain dangled freely between her breasts. Occasionally it came into contact with her stomach, which undulated with her increased breathing. A warm sensation began to flow directly to her pussy.
Max held up the remaining clip. “Can you guess where this one goes, baby?” His silver-gray eyes searched hers as she tried to figure out his next move. Then it slowly dawned on her. Realization must have showed on her face, because he said, “Poor, baby, she’s gonna feel so horny. I just hope her Master gives her some release later in the day.” He then squeezed her clit between the finger and thumb of one hand, before attaching the final clip to her sensitive nub.
Ella gasped. Her clit felt so sensitized, with the combination of pleasure and pain. Every time she moved, the clips pulled on her aroused nipples and vaginal pearl, only increasing the intensity of sexual feeling coursing through her. It was highly erotic, having three erogenous zones stimulated at the same time.
“This is one of my favorite ways of bringing naughty girls into line. In the past, all of my subs have found the mixing of pleasure and pain most exquisite.” Max tugged on the chain, pulling her against his body.
“Max, please. It feels so good, but I know you’re taunting me.” She lay along the length of his body, feeling intensely sexual, but fully aware that he wouldn’t allow her to have an orgasm without his permission. She figured he liked tormenting her. It was what turned him on.
Me and my sassy tongue. It’s always getting me into trouble.
* * * *
Two hours later
Ella sighed. By midmorning the clamps attached to her nipples and clit were driving her nuts. The constant stimulation of her erogenous zones had begun to consume all rational thought, to the point where she could think of nothing else, apart from her own sexual release. It was pure torture, and by the look on Max’s face, he was enjoying every minute of her discomfort. As he showed her around Crowley Heights, the condo complex he wanted her to photograph, she saw his lips curved upward with sensual pleasure. In future, she vowed never to answer him back again.
If she could concentrate for just one minute, she might be able to plan a series of photographs that would show Max’s latest building project to best effect. Standing five stories tall, the complex offered breathtaking views over the beautiful landscaped lake and gardens. Each condominium boasted a modern balcony of glass and chrome overlooking the wonderful manmade vista. She needed to capture that stunning image with her camera. She knew Max could call upon other far more experienced photographers to do the job, but she also knew he wanted to keep her out of mischief. Well, if that’s what he wanted, then she would have to indulge him. Besides, it would be nice to return to something she’d always had a passion for. Before she’d married Kirk, creative photography had been an important part of her life. She’d reluctantly given it up when they’d continuously moved from one location to another as part of army life.
As she walked with Max and his site manager toward the newly built sandstone building, she wondered if all the workmen, wearing hard hats, could see the nipple clamps poking through her dress. In her present aroused state she was almost past caring. Her whole being just focused on the constant chafing of the material against her taut, hardened nipples. Every now and then her voice would gain a higher pitch as the chain attached to her nipples also pulled against the clamp secured to her throbbing clit. Her pussy was soaking wet, and feminine juices spread to the top of her thighs. Every step she took became a trial as the clamp constantly rubbed against the sensitive nub.
Dale, the site manager, paused briefly, before pointing to the top of the building. “Would you allow me to show you the two show condos that have already been decorated and staged, Mrs. Williams? They’re on the top floor. They should give you a feel for the building.”
“That—” Her voice came out high-pitched. Damn that clit clamp. She cleared her throat and tried again. “Yes, please. That would be great, Dale.” Ella had to speak slowly to make sure her words didn’t distort. She closed her eyes briefly, trying to blot out her Master’s knowing smile.
“Are you okay, ma’am?” Dale asked with concern. “You’re looking a little flushed.”
Ella nodded. “I’m fine. I must be coming down with something. A bug of some sort, perhaps.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I hope it’s nothing serious.” He turned to Max. “I’ll go and get the keys, Mr. D’Alesandro.”
“Thanks, Dale,” Max replied as the tall, wiry man walked away. He turned to Ella when they were left completely alone, and smiled. “How are you feeling, pet?”
“As if you didn’t know, Max. I can barely concentrate on anything.” As soon as she’d spoken, she realized her mistake. Why hadn’t she followed her own advice? He’d leave the clamps on even longer now. She might even have to use her safeword to call a halt to this exquisite torture.
Max’s eyes narrowed on her, assessing, testing, and devouring her. “I see you haven’t learned your lesson yet, pet. Your tongue is still as sassy as ever.”
“Please forgive me, Master.” The roles they were playing were becoming more defined. Max was in control, and she loved every minute of it. Her pussy tightened, making her even wetter. She pouted her lips in the hope he would take pity on her. “I am learning, Master. I hope you will take mercy on me.” She bowed her head, hoping to appeal to his dominant nature. She’d read a lot of literature on the subject. Men like Max needed her submission. She would do well to offer him more of what he desired.
When Dale returned, her heart sank. Max definitely couldn’t remove the clamps with him around. She just hoped she’d be able to last a little longer before using her safeword, because she didn’t want to disappoint Max.
“You can give me the keys, Dale,” Max said, perhaps answering her prayers. If they were left alone, then maybe he’d show his benevolent side. “I’ll take Ella up and show her around myself.”
“Okay, boss,” he said, handing over the keys.
When they were both in the elevator and heading for the fifth floor, Max’s voice soothed her. “If you’re a good girl, I may consider removing my educational device from your cute little nipples and succulent clit. You’ll just have to wait and see how lenient your Master is feeling, my little pet.” As he stood behind her, his hands drifted down her body, gently caressing her shoulders before dropping to her breasts. His thumbs smoothed over her large, swollen nipples. She closed her eyes, and a tight moan escaped her lips as erotic pain coursed through her body. She couldn’t help curving her butt back against him. She could clearly feel his hard cock as she rubbed herself against his obvious erection.
“Oh, Max, and while you’re working, too.” She teased.
“Mmm, I’d say I’ve got one horny slave who needs some serious attention.”
“Oh, yes, yes, yes. You’re what I need. Please, Master.”
He began raising the hem of her dress, pulling it up her thighs until his fingers touched her bare flesh. Ella gasped as he smoothed his hands over her stomach. He tugged on the chain attached to her clit.
A cry left her lips, and she arched back, enjoying the feel of his body behind hers, hard and virile. When he touched the swollen clamped nub she cried out, “Please,” grinding her ass against his hips once more.
“Oh, baby, you’re so close aren’t you.” He dropped a hand between her legs and caressed her trapped clit. “And so fucking wet, too.”
“Yes, Master, you know I am. I’m begging you.”
He turned her around and looked directly into her eyes. His silver-gray gaze burned brightly into hers. “Then we shall play, my pet.” Max brushed the hair from her face and kissed her lips. “You are now my captive and plaything, to do with as I see fit.”
When the elevator came to an abrupt stop and the doors parted, Max took hold of her hand and led her down a long corridor to the first condo. Her heart escalated in pace, beating to a level she’d never known before. Several workmen were busy laying tiles and carpet. She breathed a sigh of relief as Max put the key in the lock and opened the door. When he closed it behind them, she watched him deadlock it. Thank God—he did not want to be disturbed. That meant only one thing—relief at last.
Chapter Fifteen
“Wait,” Max called as Ella walked further inside the apartment. At the entrance to the open-plan living area she immediately stopped moving, exactly as he ordered. He stroked the glossy black hair away from her shoulders, soothing her with his touch. He knew she was highly aroused. This was the aspect of a D/s relationship he enjoyed most. A sub filled with fearful anticipation of what was to come gave him immense satisfaction. “Put your hands behind your back,” he ordered. Now was not the time to slow down, but to escalate the play to a higher level. From the way she’d reacted toward him in the elevator, he thought she was ready.
With her arms behind her back, Max calmly wrapped some soft cord around her wrists, binding them securely together. He felt the tremor in her body, and a breathy gasp left her mouth. Max touched her lips with an index finger. “Not a sound, my pet. Do you understand? If I hear anything from your lips, I will punish you severely.” When she nodded her obedience, he then walked her to the bathroom. Every conceivable luxury item had been installed. Double his and hers sinks were encased inside incredibly expensive black granite. An extra large walk-in shower with ceiling-height glass filled the rest of the space. No expense had been spared. It was ideal for what he had in mind.
“Have you learned your lesson, my pet? There will be no more answering your Master back. Not unless you wish to displease me and feel my discipline again.” He smiled at her, knowing that maybe she did. When she nodded, he pressed her back against the edge of the granite surface. He looked intently into her eyes before firmly taking hold of her bound wrists and hooking them over the opulent designer taps behind her. Her eyes flared wide, knowing full well that she was at his mercy. She was his to do with as he pleased. With her back arched and her butt resting against the black granite work surface, he began undressing her.
“Now, if you’re a good slave, and stay still, I may act benevolently and remove the clamps.” Ella kept her feet firmly planted on the floor, resisting the urge to move. “Oh, you want to please your Master don’t you?” She nodded, and he slowly began to undo her dress, which buttoned down the front. He would take his time, heightening her anticipation. He was an experienced Dom, and therefore in no rush. He would enjoy unwrapping her like an exquisite Christmas present, until he could savor what lay beneath the expensive packaging.
A slight moan escaped her lips as his fingers brushed against her breasts. He saw her body trembling in anticipation and the way her back expectantly arched. The incredible flexibility of her beautiful body made his cock harden further. He would enjoy fucking her like this, but first he wanted to draw it out.
When he’d undone every single button, he brushed the material of her dress apart, revealing her gorgeous body. Her breasts were heavy and full. Her belly a womanly swell. Max focused on her swollen nipples held tightly in the clamps, the tips of which appeared supersensitive.
“Oh, baby. They look delicious.” He tugged gently on the chain, pulling on her nipples. He leaned down and swiped his tongue over the swollen flesh. Ella’s whole body trembled. “Keep still,” he ordered. “Or I may leave them on.” He was pushing her limits. But that was his role, and he knew she loved every minute of it.
His hands smoothed over her breasts, tracing the line of the chain, and then following it down to her pussy.
He pulled on the clamp, tugging the sensitive nub until she whimpered with need.
“Keep absolutely still and quiet, my pet, and I will reward you.” Ella appeared delirious on sexual stimulation. As he knelt down in front of her, she raised her head, making the arch to her back even more pronounced. She offered herself to him like no other sub ever had. He took a moment to savor her exquisite surrender. Max then parted her trembling legs and stared in amazement at her swollen clit. The heart of her sexual being, held tightly in the gold clamp, glistened with her arousal. He tugged gently on the chain, stimulating her clit even more. His tongue slowly soothed over her sensitive nub, lapping and tasting her femininity. He heard her soft cries echoing around the bathroom. He roughly pulled her forward, cupping her perfect, creamy buttocks in his hands, forcing her wet pussy against his tongue.
Like an unstoppable tidal wave, her vaginal tremor
s strengthened into a series of incredible shudders, which convulsed against his mouth and eager tongue. He knew she was experiencing the most intense orgasm she’d ever had. By stretching the foreplay into hours, instead of minutes, he had built her arousal to such a state that the merest touch would be explosive. Max continued to lap at her cunt, enjoying its womanly wetness and intoxicating, alluring scent. If the granite surface hadn’t been supporting her, he knew she would have slumped to the floor. As it was she could barely stand without her legs shaking.
He released the clamp from her clit, and soothed the tender flesh once more with his tongue, drawing it exquisitely against his teeth. Ella bucked and writhed, enjoying the sexual ecstasy he gave her. Unable to help herself, she moaned deliriously. The words, “Max, please,” whimpered from her lips.
Max drifted his tongue up her body. Slowly he explored her heaving stomach and breasts. He pulled on one of the clamps attached to her nipples, elongating the areola, and then swiped his tongue over the swollen nub. Hearing her passionate cries intoxicated him. He removed the clips from her flushed breasts, drawing her large, brown nipples into his mouth and sucking hard, savoring her submission.
As he stood, he noticed her eyes were barely open, as though she was in a trance. Her head fell forward and beads of feminine perspiration glistened on her forehead. She looked so vulnerable and helpless. A shiver of intense primal arousal coursed through his veins.
“Fuck, you look perfect,” he whispered close to her ear as he freed his eager cock from his pants. It twitched and jerked expectantly in his hand. “Tell me you want me inside you, baby.” The head of his prick throbbed with need and glistened with desire.
“Oh, Max, I need you. You know I need you inside me. Stop teasing me.”
He guided his cock to her pussy, rubbing the head of his penis between her wet labia, enjoying the lubrication her womanly juices provided. Ella moaned, “Yes,” and tossed her head back, her whole body stiffening and arching in submission. “Fuck me, Master. Fuck me, please.”
