“Te amo,” she breathed as she leaned into him and raised her face for his kiss.
“I love you too, my beauty.” Their lips met in a fiery kiss as their tongues tangled and intertwined in delight. Both reluctantly pulled apart as the scent of searing steak reached their noses. Dex reached behind her and removed the skillet from the burner and turned off the stove. “These can wait a few minutes, I hope. I have something else to give you.”
Elena nodded eagerly and looked up at him with anticipation, one hand continued to stroke her collar while the other lay flat against his chest, directly over his heart.
Dex held up a hand and let five lengths of delicate chain dangle from his fingers. The chains matched her collar perfectly. The lengths were segmented and separated with the same small diamond circles, the delicate connecting chains made of platinum. “They’re beautiful Master.”
“I had these specially made as a wedding gift but I never got to give them to you.” She hung her head and bit her lip as his statement hit her deep and tugged at her guilt and regret. “I didn’t mean to hurt you with those words,Chiquita, just stating a fact. You’re going to have to realize that I have forgiven you for your reaction to the brutal atrocities that you suffered. I won’t walk on eggshells around you, though.” He tilted her face up to his. “Do you understand me, Elena?”
“Yes, Master. I know you have forgiven me; it’s just going to take some time to forgive myself. Will you be patient with me Dex?”
“Absolutely, although I might have to spank the reality into you if it takes too long.” He slid a hand to the back of her jeans and grabbed a rounded cheek, then chuckled as she flushed and her nipples peaked in arousal. “Negative reinforcement is an excellent educational tool, my slave.”
Yes Master, I love when you educate me.” She smiled as she felt his rising erection press against her belly.
A sharp slap landed on one cheek as he scolded, “Is that so? Should I punish you for removing your collar without permission?”
“Yes Master. I disobeyed. I was never supposed to remove my collar without your say so.” Looking into his stern face, her eyes misted. She couldn’t ever allow a repeat of that mistake again.
“Open your jeans and lower them to mid-thigh along with your panties.” He ordered this as he opened the utensil drawer. He rummaged through the drawer and as he was deciding on the implement he’d use he glanced back to see she was bared for him. “Bend over the island, naughty girl.”
Elena obeyed and as she lay across the cool granite countertop, she heard him close the drawer. Implement chosen, her fate had been decided. She felt him move in behind her and bend, encasing her body with his much larger one. He propped his forearms on the counter on either side of her. He held a long handled wooden spatula. Or was it a turner? At least that’s what her mother always called it. Not that it mattered since it would be used on her bottom, not for cooking. The head was about three inches wide and it had three long slots carved out of it.
He bent his head and whispered into her ear, “I think ten will be sufficient punishment, don’t you?”
“No Master. I was so bad. I lied and hid things from you and I was so cruel.” Her voice broke. Dex knew she was holding a lot of guilt inside her. It would take many sessions like this before she would start forgiving herself as he had. “I deserve at least a hundred.”
“Who is Master here?”
“You are Master.”
“And does the Master or the slave decide the punishment?”
“The Master always does, never the slave.”
“Correct, so you will take what I give. Understand?
She nodded. Ten wouldn’t put a dent in the shame and distress she felt about her mistreatment of her beloved Dex. She whispered, “I understand, Master.”
“Good girl.” Dex lifted her so that the bend of her hips was aligned with the edge of the counter. This lifted her short legs clear off the floor and left them dangling. His big hand rubbed and squeezed her tender ass cheeks, preparing her. “I’ll count.”
One, two, three, four. The wooden paddle peppered down along her left cheek. Wow! The sting from the innocent little kitchen tool was unbelievable.
Five, six, seven, eight. He applied the next four to her right cheek. “Ow, ow, ow!” Dex spread his large hand across the small of her back to hold her still.
“Two more, Little One, one on each sit spot.” He snapped the wooden paddle against her left then her right sit spot before announcing he was finished. “That’s your ten, my naughty girl. Stay right where you are until I tell you to move.”
He tossed the spatula into the sink and spied a bottle of moisturizing aloe lotion she kept beside it. Squeezing a liberal amount into his palm, he spread it between his hands. Returning to her he gently massaged the cooling lotion into her warm bottom cheeks taking his time to caress each and every red and tingling inch. His fingertips lightly grazed the ultra-sensitive skin between her thighs as he stroked her into a moaning, wriggling mass beneath his hands. When he had nearly driven her over the edge and she started begging him to take her aching pussy, he stopped and lifted her off the counter placing her back on her feet.
He kissed the tip of her nose. “Now, if you are done distracting me slave, I was about to show you how the chains attach to your collar.”
“Yes, Master.” She stood before him panting for breath. She had forgotten how much he liked to torture her during punishment, sometimes bringing her to the brink of an explosive orgasm over and over. In the past, she had waited for long hours before being allowed to come and hoped tonight would not be an encore performance of that familiar routine.
“Do you want my gift, little light?” He whispered the question softly in her ear and was pleased as she shuddered in response before nodding. His Elena was still very responsive. He was pleased and grateful. She could easily have been permanently damaged following the ordeal. Still he worried about triggering flashbacks and took great pains to kindle the flames slowly and keep her in a state of arousal where she could only focus on him and what he was doing to her sensitized body. “Then strip for me.”
Her hands went immediately to her T-shirt and she pulled it over her head revealing a lacy pale blue bra. He stepped back and watched her reveal her exquisite body. Her jeans already around her knees were quickly swept off her shapely legs along with her matching blue panties. Her front hook bra soon followed as she stood naked before him. She swayed toward him slightly as her body instinctively sought his. The spicy scent of her arousal filled the air around them as her pussy readied for him. The moisture gathering between her thighs glistened temptingly, an invitation for his possession
“Mi amor, you are so beautiful,” Dex groaned as he caressed one pouting breast lightly with his fingers, watching in delight as her nipple peaked tautly. He wanted to take her now, plans be damned. But he wanted to make it good for her, not just a quickie over the kitchen counter. Reunifying themselves with collar and clamps should be memorable.
He raised his hands to show her the delicate nipple chain with a lobster claw clasp on each end. He attached one end to the side circle of her collar and the other to the center ring. The chain draped to her breast until the braided ring in the center, hung evenly with her nipple. He bent and sucked on her tight bud until it reached the desired hardness. Slipping the nipple ring onto her, he adjusted the tension until she was firmly attached and her tender engorged peak was linked with her collar. “Beautiful.” He admired the new jewelry for a moment, licking and teasing her clamped flesh. “I knew this would look fantastic against your skin.”
He switched his attention to the other breast and attached the jeweled chain and nipple ring. When he stepped back he admired the effect especially the rosy blush of her nipples from the ring’s constriction. “We can attach all four chains to the center ring and they will drape nicely down your chest and across your breasts like a necklace. I can imagine how you will look wearing these onstage with some of your club we
ar. You will look fantastic.”
“Dios mio, Master. I love when you clamp my nipples, it’s been a long time.”
“It has been a long time,Chiquita. But, I would hardly call these clamps. They’re more like nipple jewelry. I wanted you to have something beautiful and provocative to wear with your permanent collar to The Club. Or even under your clothes. We can reserve the serious nipple clamps for play. We’ll have to work you up to the more extreme clamps again slowly.”
“Yes, Master.” He chuckled as she shuddered at the thought of tighter, more extreme clamps and delighted in the goose bumps that spread across her skin and made her nipples constrict harder
“Now for the grand finale,” he announced as he let the last length of chain dangle in front of her eyes. It also had several diamond circles and a lobster claw clamp. “This one goes from the center ring of your collar” he matched his actions to his words, “to your clit. Spread for me.”
She instantly obeyed and thrust her hips forward, presenting her pussy for clamping.
“Such a good slave.” He dropped to his knees and his thumbs spread her bare lips wide as he exposed her already engorged clit. “You are so wet for me. I have to have a taste.” His tongue made contact with her delicate skin and she hissed at the sensation as he lapped at her clit.
“Your honey tastes so sweet,Chiquita. I could eat this gorgeous pussy for hours.” He sucked her clit one more time then pulled back to appreciate his work. “Let’s see how your clit looks clamped and chained to your jewelry.” He placed the loop of the Cleopatra Clip so that it fit around her clit and inner labia. It would remain snugly in place causing her clit to distend and protrude from between her lips. It was designed to be snug and stimulating for long-term wear, not to be painfully tight. She hissed as he flicked the jeweled dangling chain, “Too tight?”
‘No Master, just right.”
He hardened further at the sight of her clamped clit peeking out between her clean-shaven lips. He flicked it once again and watched as she writhed from the sensation. His finger traced along the chain, over her lips, past her belly and across her chest as he rose to stand in front of her once again.
“These look stunning. How do they feel?”
“Excruciatingly pleasurable,mi amo, but I don’t think I can hold out much longer though. I’m right on the edge.”
“Wait for permission.” Dex pulled out one of the stools from the breakfast bar. “Bend over the stool and spread your legs wide. I have to have you now.”
As soon as Elena bent and spread her thighs, he had his hard cock in his hand and was moving into position behind her. He rubbed the tip through her moist heat once and she whimpered as he slid against her swollen tissues. She was drenched and ready for him so he plunged deep inside. She was so wet and aroused that he was able to sink in halfway on the first stroke, then bottomed out on the second.
“My God Elena. Your sweet pussy grips me like a vice.”
“You fill me so full Master. There is nothing on earth like it. Take me hard and fast.” She let out a sexy little grunt with each thrust as he slammed into her hard from behind. “You are in so deep. May I come now, Master?”
“Yes my beautiful slave, come while I take you from behind. You should see how hot your red cheeks look as I split you with my cock. Good God, you feel heavenly.”
She screamed as his large cock abraded her G-spot with each thrust and hurled her over the edge into a stunning climax. The clamps kept her stimulated and she melded from one orgasm to the next in a state of continuous arousal. Dex pounded into her again and again, his big hands gripping her cheeks and spreading them wider as he watched his possession. With each thrust his balls slapped against her clit clamp and made Elena cry out for mercy. He growled his release as he watched his cock glide through her juicy center one more time. A long guttural groan rose from deep inside him as he soaked up the sensation of her inner muscles milking him of every drop of his release. He pumped slowly into her finally coming to a stop as he caressed her back and hips.
Elena, overstimulated by the snug nipple rings and clit clamp, continued to writhe beneath him. Even though she had just come twice, she was still aroused. His cock was still hard inside her so he stroked into her again. “You need more don’t you, baby?”
“Yes Dex, please. I either need to come again or the clamps have to come off. They’re making me so sensitive I can’t stand it. Please Master.”
Dex pulled out, turned her and lifted her to the bar. Lying on her back, Elena spread her thighs wide before him and writhed shamelessly in her need for him. She was a mass of sensation as her frayed nerve endings begged for relief. He released the clamp from her clit and removed the long jeweled chain. He watched as her fingers instinctively went to her clit and began to rub her tender flesh. His large hands pushed them away when he splayed her inner thighs, lifting and spreading her incredibly wide so he could feast on her pussy. “Is this what you need, slave? Do you need your Master’s mouth and his cock in your pussy to make you complete?”
“God yes, I need you Master. You make me feel so good, I can’t get enough. Please fill me again, Dex.”
He bathed the little bundle of nerves with his tongue while slipping one strong arm across her hips to hold her in place. Driving her toward another stunning peak, he slipped a finger inside her nipple chains and gave a little tug. He saw her back arch and he knew she was going to come again. Rising quickly he slammed into her, thrusting deep and hard bringing them both to a stunning cataclysmic finish.
Dex collapsed on top of her, sweating and gasping for breath. “Damn. I’m going to have to hit the gym and build up my endurance. You wore this old man out.”
“Oh Dex. That was… “ She searched for words as she gasped for breath. “There are no words, I can’t even describe it.”
He pushed up on his arms allowing her to inhale deeper breathes without his heavy weight on her chest. He kissed her lips gently and slowly as he savored and sampled her sweet mouth. “That was smoking hot baby. But, we’re going to have to work on your endurance, too… with your new clamps.” He grinned down at her. “Maybe while I’m on the treadmill, I’ll have you clamped and spread eagled before me. That would be an excellent motivator.” Reaching up to her collar he removed the long length of chain with the clit clamp.
“Now let’s eat. I’ve really built up an appetite.”
She looked up at him in a daze. “What about the others?”
“Nope. I want you naked and wearing my jewelry while you serve me dinner, my slave.” He winked at her shocked expression. “I will definitely have need of you again later.”
“I better give you extra steak on your plate then, Master. An old man like you needs protein for energy.”
She squealed as he rolled her and swatted her sassy behind. When he released her, she was unable to resist him and hopped off the counter and into his arms for another hug and sweetly passionate kiss before returning to the stove. She would remember this glorious interlude every time she had steak fajitas.
Chapter Nineteen
Dex brought Elena to The Club to play the next Thursday night. He was adamant about adjusting her hours and cutting her back to two nights a week. He had returned to work at Rossi and between that and The Club he hardly got to see her. She had three late club performances in addition to the other special events on her schedule. Between the two of them, he had a hard time working enough Elena Time into their schedules, both at home and at The Club for play.
Elena didn’t complain when he dictated her schedule. She readily complied and talked to her band. Ronnie jumped at the chance to front the band more and they immediately started working on new tunes that featured a male lead. Elena wasn’t bothered by it. She was content with her new schedule. She was the only one in the band who had toured and she didn’t miss the grueling schedule, the overnight bus rides, or the drug scene. That wasn’t her anymore. She was happy to settle down with Dex and work at The Club and perform at occasional w
eddings and anniversaries. She did want to focus more on her song writing and as she emerged from her two-year fog of grief, drugs and pain, she found her creative side re-emerging.
Tonight Dex wanted to mingle with his friends and enjoy The Club with his submissive by his side. It was refreshing not to have to share her with adoring fans or watch her from a distance as she performed on stage. They arrived about eight o’clock just as the house band was playing their opening set. There was only a modest crowd because most of the member’s had switched to Wednesdays and Saturdays just hear Elena.
She looked beautiful as she accompanied him on rounds through the public rooms and the member’s dungeon on the second floor. She was wearing her collar and new nipple jewelry. The short ivory dress she wore looked stunning with her dark hair and golden brown skin. The dress was a wrap style and fastened at the side with a round jewel encrusted circular clasp that matched her collar and nipple clamps perfectly. After they arrived, Dex adjusted her neckline until it plunged deeply to her navel, leaving the edges to just barely cover her areolas. This displayed the chains that draped and swayed seductively against her chest as she walked. Elena stayed on edge as each move of her body or slight turn of her head caused a little tug on the rings encircling her erect nipples. He had left off her clit clamp and chain finding she was still too sensitive for public play. Who knew that the constant stimulation turned her into a trembling boneless mess? So they saved that for private play for now.
Dex stashed his play bag underneath the plush viewing couch in front of the chain station and pulled his slave onto his lap as he sat. Rick had Regan wrapped in a soft subbie blanket as he helped her recover from a recent scene. She lay across him, obviously deep in subspace. Dex nodded at Rick who sent him a goofy grin that reached from ear to ear.
Dex laughed, “What’s with you man? You win the lottery or something?”
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