C is for…

by L. DuBois

  “Please,” she gasped, “please, Master James. Please play with my breasts. Touch, pinch, twist…” She stopped, unable to articulate anything more.

  “Good girl.”

  He grabbed her nipples, pinching them firmly then tugging. Beth’s teeth snapped together as bolts of pleasure shot from her breasts to her pussy, making muscles low in her belly clench.

  “Arch your back more.”

  Beth obeyed, dropping her hands under herself to push her butt up off the chair. He continued to tug and twist, but in her greed that wasn’t enough.

  “Master James, please, I need more.”

  “Good. What do you need?”

  “I…I don’t know. I don’t know.” She couldn’t think. The burning pleasure within her made thought nearly impossible except for the single word that ran through her mind like a mantra.

  More, more, more.

  “Go get a pillow.”

  Beth didn’t react until he released her nipples. Her butt fell back to the seat, the growing ball of heat and pleasure inside her deflating slightly.

  With more reluctance than she’d ever shown as a submissive, she slid off the couch and padded over to the nearest basket, grabbing a large pillow.

  Bringing it back, she set it down on the tiles in front of Master James’s feet.

  “Kneel on the pillow, with your back to me. Good. Now spread your legs so your feet are on either side of mine.”

  Beth situated herself, glad for the pillow that protected her knees from the tile. The fact that he cared enough to think of that caused a different kind of warmth to grow within her.

  Master James kneaded the nape of her neck, then her shoulders, working his way to her upper arms, pushing the shirt as he went so it fell off, puddling around her wrists and draping over her ass.

  “Lean back, rest on my knees. Keep your legs spread.”

  In this position Beth couldn’t keep her chin down. Instead she let her head drop back, focusing on the canopy of roses between her and the twilight blue sky.

  Master James cupped her jaw, forcing her to drop her head all the way back.

  “You have a beautiful neck.” Knuckles trailed down her throat to her collarbones, which he explored thoroughly before moving south. Between one breath and the next Beth was once more flush with need. Her breasts were bare and vulnerable because of her position. As before, he spent time exploring her, this time moving his hands in tandem as he traced the soft crease at the bottom of her breasts, the outer edge of her dusky pink areolas.

  When he finally grasped her nipples once more, twisting and tugging, Beth had to reach down and grab his ankles. She didn’t think about it, didn’t question it. She needed something to hold on to, needed the contact with her Master.

  “You have incredibly responsive breasts. Have you ever pierced your nipples?”

  “No, Master James.” Her words were barely audible amid her deep, heavy breaths.

  “They’d be lovely with bar piercings, far enough back not to interfere with these delicious tips.” He flicked the puckered buds with his thumbs before pulling away.

  This time she was content to wait, to trust Master James.

  “Open your mouth, stick out your tongue.”

  The order was so unexpected that Beth shifted her gaze, in time to watch Master James pull a handful of clothespins from the bag the other Dom had brought him.

  When he placed the wooden clothespin on Beth’s extended tongue she winced slightly. The innocuous item seemed mundane, but the force of it was stronger than expected, especially on her sensitive tongue. She swallowed, the clothespin clicking against her teeth as she did so.

  “You can’t talk now, so you’ll have to tell me with your body what you want.”

  Beth nodded once.

  With a clothespin in each hand, Master James began to tease her, pinching her lower lip by placing the clothespin on it but not fully releasing it. With that same technique he moved down her upper body, pinching the skin of her shoulders, upper arms, and chest. The feelings were uncomfortable more than painful, and not at all sexy.

  Except they were.

  Except that as he repeated the path his fingers had taken not so long ago, Beth found herself whimpering helplessly. There was nothing obviously sexual about having a clothespin pinch the skin near her armpit, but each nip caused a corresponding throb in her pussy.

  “There are two ways to use clothespins on nipples.” Master James’s words were almost conversational, but his tone was a bit deeper than it had been. “Placing them straight on so they stick out allows for more play—flicking and tugging. Perpendicular to the breast, especially when you first pull the nipple out a bit, leaves the very tip free to be played with.”

  The clothespins were set aside as his hands returned to her breasts, this time both hands on one breast, the left kneading the full weight while his right plucked and rolled the nipple.

  “And then of course you have to decide if you’re going for the exact tip, or if you’re going back a bit, capturing some of the areola too. That allows for longer wear, but the first version is the stronger sensation.”

  Beth was shaking with need and anticipation. Hearing him talk about what he would do, how he would use and play with her, was enough to have her muscles tight with anticipation.

  When he pulled his hands back, her left nipple was a hard pink bud, standing up bravely, if foolishly, from her breast.

  Master James held the clothespin near her breast in a vertical position, the open mouth poised on either side of her nipple. Beth’s breath shuttered with delicious dread at the pain that was to come.

  He released the clothespin, letting it snap closed on the very tip of her breast. Beth yelped, nails digging into his legs through the fabric of his slacks.

  Pain radiated from the tip of her breast, causing her to wince even as the feeling shot down to her pussy.

  “Don’t fight it. Give in. You can’t stop it, you can’t change it. All you can do is accept it. Know that I want it—I want to see your nipple pink and tight and pinched in the clothespin.”

  His words triggered something in her and Beth started to shake, her breath catching in her throat as her pussy spasmed. It was almost as if…

  As if she were going to come.

  Her eyes, which she’d squeezed shut, snapped open. Beth met Master James’s gaze. Even if he hadn’t silenced her with the clothespin on her tongue, she wouldn’t have known what to say, how to explain that she might have been about to orgasm from a combination of the physical pleasure-pain of the clothespin and the emotional pleasure of his domination.

  His eyes widened slightly, then narrowed.

  With her eyes open she saw him pick up the other clothespin, watch him bring it to her unadorned breast. He plucked her nipple for a few seconds before quickly applying the clothespin.

  Beth bit down, teeth making the clothespin dig into her tongue, the ache from that combining with the sharp pain at her breast.

  Master James grabbed her, one hand around her neck, the other pressing against her trembling stomach. His touch grounded her, stopped her from shaking apart, at the same time it added another layer to the sensations that washed over her in wave after wave.

  Beth was whimpering, a soft helpless sound she couldn’t hide behind closed lips. Her whole body was moving from the force of her labored breaths. Each trembling breath made the clothespins on her breasts dance, and the faint breeze touched the drenched flesh between her legs, which so desperately needed his touch.

  His hand at her neck tightened, not enough to cut off her air, but enough that she could not ignore that she was his—owned, possessed, controlled. She suffered because he wanted it. She ached with pleasure because he wanted it.

  The hand on her stomach slid up to her breasts, sliding under the clothespins to knead each breast, increasing the circulation and preventing her tightly held nipples from going numb.

  “You’re going to come for me. You’re going to come from ha
ving those pretty nipples tortured.”

  Beth shook her head, skull thumping his thighs. She wasn’t able to come simply because a Dom demanded she do so. Even when it meant disobeying a direct command she hadn’t been able to.

  Don’t make me disappoint you.

  “You will come. Your body is telling me it’s ready. The only thing standing in the way is your fear, your doubt.”

  Knuckles bumped over her nipples, catching the barely exposed tips in an exquisitely precise touch reminiscent of what he’d done to her clit.

  “I will not let you fail. I will not let you disobey my command. You will come for me.”

  He will not let me disobey.

  Though all her experience said otherwise, Beth believed him. Believed that he would make her come, believed that her body would obey him even when her head couldn’t make sense of it.

  She stopped worrying, stopped thinking about the rules.

  Master James grabbed both clothespins, twisting her nipples a quarter turn. Beth screamed, hips lifting, offering her naked, wet pussy to him even as he caused her such exquisite pain.

  When he released the pins, a fresh wave of feeling—no longer distinctly pleasure or pain, but something greater than both—zipped through her. He repeated the motion—twist, release, twist, release—until Beth’s head was thrashing against his lap, pulling against his hold on her neck.

  One final time he caught hold of both pins in one hand, grasping them firmly.

  “Come for me.”

  He jerked both clothespins free. She had only enough time to inhale before shock waves of acute pain danced through her reddened nipples.

  But it was sweet, sweet pain. She let out a small sob, her arms tensing with the need to rub the sensitive tips, before an entirely different feeling overcame her.

  A dark, pain-fuelled orgasm sank its claws into her. What had been pain a moment ago became pleasure. Her skin was alive, the air brushing over her abused nipples a caress as powerful as if someone had been licking her. Beth’s pussy spasmed, the need to have something filling her, for there to be something inside her for her body to clench around, the only sour note in the song of pleasure Master James had drawn from her body.

  With no other physical stimulation, the orgasm faded more quickly than the previous ones, yet this was more intense, because it had come from someplace deep inside her, not just her body but her mind.

  Master James pulled the clothespin from her tongue, then gently tilted her head up, massaging the tense muscles at the back of her neck as he did.

  Beth curled her upper body forward, tears stinging her eyes, her hands slowly releasing their hold on his legs.

  The instant she let go, a wave of fear washed over her, as if she were suddenly alone in rough seas. Turning on the pillow she wedged herself between his legs, wrapping both arms around his right leg and burying her head on his thigh.

  His stroked her hair and back, whispering softly as she calmed.

  “That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I’m honored that you’re submitting to me.”

  James looked up from Beth for a moment, taking in the stunned and admiring gazes of the small audience they’d accumulated. He could tell that at least some of those watching could tell exactly how amazing that had been—a true whole body orgasm from nothing more than nipple play, followed by the even more telling way she was clinging to him as she finished processing what had happened.

  Beth was slowly relaxing against him, the tension melting from her as he stroked her. He wondered if she knew that much of that tension wasn’t from the orgasm, but caused by her body reacting to the total lack of control she’d experienced. It was powerful and terrifying to have another person take control to such a degree.

  When she’d relaxed enough that he wasn’t worried about moving her, James reached down, scooped her up, and pulled her up onto his lap.

  Beth curled against him, burying her face against his neck. He let her take the lead in this aftercare period, only making one small adjustment to her position. He forced her knees open, wanting to keep her aware of her pussy, which was no doubt desperate for attention. He wasn’t going to give her the opportunity to use her closed legs to pleasure herself.

  There was one thing he no longer doubted. Beth was submissive, and so submissive that James had to remind himself that she was only his for the weekend, so there was no point in fantasizing about all the ways he could train her to come from his voice alone.

  Chapter Six

  Master James kneaded the insides of her thighs, easing her legs further open. Beth lifted her head from where she’d tucked it against his bare chest, watching him touch her, his hand so tantalizingly close to her pussy. She was sitting sideways on his lap, heels planted on the seat next to him, one leg leaning against the back of the chair, the other fallen to the side, leaving her open and exposed.

  “That was beautiful, Beth.”

  “Thank you, Master.”

  “How do your nipples feel?”

  The tips of her breasts were still throbbing, and she doubted the sensation would fade any time soon. “Sore,” she answered.

  His palm covered her right breast, pressing it hard against her ribs. It both soothed and heightened the ache. When he’d repeated the caress with her left breast, his hand returned to her inner thighs, his other arm around her back, cradling her on his lap.

  “How does your pussy feel?”

  Needy. Beth wasn’t prepared to say that aloud, so instead she said, “Empty.”

  Master James patted her pussy twice. “Then you’re not going to like this. Stand up.”

  Beth rolled to her feet. His dress shirt was still dangling from one wrist and she shook it free, carefully folding the hopelessly wrinkled shirt and draping it over the arm of the chair. Master James watched her, and Beth got to take in the enticing tableau he presented. His upper body was well muscled, but his arms were particularly buff, which explained how easily he was able to handle her. His skin was a very pale gold, darker on his arms than chest, as if he spent some of his time outdoors in sleeveless shirts. His black slacks were tight over his thighs, which were spread in order to accommodate the obvious bulge of his erection.

  Beth couldn’t stop herself from staring at his crotch, wondering what his cock looked like, what it would taste like. His belt gleamed in that muted way that only nice leather did, and the buckle was a flat silver rectangle rather than a more pedestrian prong and frame.

  “See something you like?” he asked, his heavy-lidded gaze examining her as she did the same to him.

  “Yes, Master James.”

  “What do you want?”

  “To see your cock.”

  “Just see it?”

  “No, Master.”

  He waited, but Beth didn’t speak. She didn’t want to derail the scene by saying the wrong thing. The sooner they stopped talking the sooner he might do something to her, and despite the latest orgasm, she wanted more.

  “Put the pillow away, then come back.”

  Naked, Beth took the floor pillow back to the basket. It was full dark now, though the landscape lighting kept everything well illuminated.

  When she returned, sans pillow, there was a pile of metal and black leather on Master James’s lap. He motioned for her to stand in front of him. Beth positioned herself legs spread, arms raised, hands behind her neck.

  Master James took a moment to look his fill, as if he hadn’t already thoroughly inspected her. When he lifted the thing on his lap, chain rattled.

  “Do you know what this is?”

  “No, Master James.”

  “What if I hold it like this?”

  He changed the positioning, until it was all too clear what he held—a chastity belt.

  The waistband was a two-inch-wide piece of thin metal, backed by black leather with an adjustable closure on one side. Descending from the front was a second piece of metal that curved to the shape of a woman’s body. The sides were straight except for
a flared portion that would provide full coverage of the pussy. In the back, the strip of metal narrowed until it ended in two chains, which connected the crotch piece to the waist.

  “It’s a chastity belt, Master James.”

  He rose to his feet, the belt dangling casually from one hand. His big body crowded Beth, his bare chest brushing her nipples, his face so close to her that she could see the color variations in his irises.

  “Do you want me to fuck you?”

  “Yes, Master James.”

  He curled a hand in her hair, pulling her head back. “Do you want my cock in you?”

  “Yes, Master.” Her voice trembled. “Yes.”

  “Can you imagine it? My rock hard cock in you, my hands holding you down as I fuck you?”

  Beth sucked in air, her nipples brushing against him as her whole body throbbed with need.

  “Yes, Master James. I can imagine it. I want it.” Her eyes fluttered closed.

  “How much?”

  “More than anything.” The sounds of voices from others in the courtyard had died down, as if everyone was staying quiet in order to hear what she and Master James said.

  “Well then.” His lips feathered against her cheek. “Too bad you’re not going to get it.”

  Beth’s eyes snapped open and bright anger filled her. Her muscles tensed with the need to attack him, to push him down and rip open his pants and sink onto his cock.

  The hand in her hair tightened, until her scalp tingled with pain. “Look at me.”

  Beth met his gaze, anger hot in her eyes, her hands, still behind her neck, curled into fists.

  There was heat in his gaze, but it wasn’t anger, it was arousal.

  “Fuck me,” she demanded. “Fuck me now.” All thoughts of rules and submission were gone. She needed him and she would do whatever it took to get what her body craved.

  “No.”

  James pulled her hard against his body, lips lowering to hers in a punishing kiss. Beth grabbed his upper arms, nails digging into him as they battled for control through the kiss. Metal clattered as the chastity belt fell to the tile, his free hand grabbing her naked ass, grinding her pelvis against his cock.