“This nice, quiet, dark corner helped, I think. Thank you.”
“I aim to please, as always.”
He winked at her as he tightened the rubber band on the clamp, intently observing her reaction. Just shy of the point of real pain, he stopped and moved to the other breast somehow knowing when enough was enough. Once he’d suckled the rosy bud into a taut achy point, he applied the second clamp.
After admiring his handy work a moment and tugging on the chain once or twice, which always made her squirm, he leaned in again and kissed her, his tongue delving deep, swirling and tasting. When he raised his head, he replaced his mouth with the nipple chain. “Hold this and don’t let go.”
As she closed her teeth around it, she felt the delicious tension the pull of the chain placed on her pinched nipples. Unable to help herself, she lifted her hips as far as she could, pressing the V of her thighs against the hard ridges of his muscled abdomen.
Sean stood, taking his warmth and weight away, leaving her to whimper in disappointment. Already, with a few touches, kisses and a little bite of erotic pain, she was aching for him to fill her, to drive inside and take her hard.
Starting at her chest, his hands ran over her bound body, circling her breasts, down along her stomach and around her hips. Inverting his hands, he cupped the cheeks of her ass that hung over the leather edge and in a long, slow glide, he ran them up the backs of her upraised thighs. She noticed the height of the swing placed her pussy and ass right at his hips. She suspected he’d set it to his specifications when he’d installed it, as if he’d planned it for their use tonight.
Her eyes flashed to his and the audacious wink told her he had. His hands wrapped around her thighs and he nudged his bulging fly against the wet crotch of her panties. The pressure was sublime and she gasped in pure pleasure.
“Ah ah! Hold onto that chain.”
The nipple chain. She hadn’t realized she’d lost it. He gave it a quick tug before putting it back in her mouth.
“Sorry, Master,” she mumbled around the metal.
“That’s all right, pretty Mara. You’ll make it up to me soon.”
She didn’t have time to wonder what he meant before he pushed the sling gently with his hips. When it swung back, her swollen pussy lips bumped lightly against the solid length of him. He did it again, swinging her out a bit further this time and guiding her back so her slit aligned with his distended fly on the return. He held her there this time, grinding his hips against her.
A low groan rose from her chest.
“You like that, baby? Imagine your panties gone and me without my jeans. With each return swing I’ll impale you with my cock.” He repeated the motion, letting her bounce gently against his rock-hard cock once more.
Mara mumbled around the chain. “Please…”
“Patience. I’m not done playing.” His finger ran along the gusset of her panties. “You’re very wet. Are you ready to lose these?”
“God, yes.”
“Again with the promotion. What happened to Master or Poobah?”
“I’m sorry, Grand Poobah, oh Supreme Potentate, please rid me of these annoying panties and fuck me.”
“Your naughty wish is my command, baby.”
His fingers slid beneath the elastic at her thigh. In a flash, there was a tearing sound as he ripped them clean off. Her mouth flew open on a breath, as she stared at him in shock.
After blithely tossing the slip of green lace over his shoulder, he winked, promising, “I’ll replace them,” then entered her with his long middle finger. While he worked slow and deep, a second finger joined the first and his other spread across her mound, the thumb stroking over her clit.
“You’re drenched,” came his appreciative hum.
He played there for a few moments then his thumb and fingers went away.
“No,” she whimpered in frustration.
The crack of his open palm and a startled yelp echoed loudly from their corner of the room.
“In my time, not yours, subbie. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Master. I just need you so.”
“And you’ll have me. I’ll even let you come if you’re good, but on my timetable.” He bent and she heard a zipper followed by rustling. Something velvety trailed across her belly a moment later. “Hold that right there for me,” he said with an amused chuckle, as if she had a choice.
Her head came up to examine what lay there. She glanced toward the implement table across the room. “When—” He’d only left her side for a second and that was to turn on his iPod, which sat on a shelf nearby. “You had this planned.”
“A good Dom never leaves things to chance. As host, it would have been rude to bolt across the room to grab the station I wanted, so I spread the word among the guys earlier. Besides, newbie, I wanted to make sure you didn’t end up with anything too scary.”
“Or too well lit or too public.”
“Mm, that too. I told you I’ll always look out for you, nightingale.”
“You always do. I don’t know why I was so freaked.” She blinked against the emotion prickling behind her eyelids. “I love you, Sean.”
“I love you too, though I think you’ve forgotten what we’re about here. Your wet eyes and soft words will take me right out of the mood to deliver a sound flogging and spur me right on to fucking.”
“That’d be okay with me.”
“There you go forgetting again.”
“Oh, sorry. A sound flogging and a fucking would be okay by me, Poobah.” She mumbled this around the chain without missing a beat. It was funny. He thought so too because a laugh rolled out from his chest, rising above the sounds of BDSM and rivaling Cobain’s raspy chorus of Heart-Shaped Box. She grinned up at him, loving his sense of humor and joy for life, and despite the knowledge that he was about to flog her ass with the lash that teetered on her belly, she loved him more in the spontaneous moment.
“Poobah says behave, baby,” he said when the moment had passed. “Now, let’s get down to some serious business. The little toy on your tummy is a suede mini-mop, sixty-five one-inch tails tanned to the softness of butter. I think you’ll find it very enjoyable, especially after this.”
He held up a black leather strap with a wooden handle. Wide at the base, it tapered to a narrow, rounded head. She swallowed, finding her throat had gone dry.
“I take the poobah crack back.”
“Too late. I picked out this lovely leather strap just for you. I hadn’t intended to use it, tonight, but thanks to that sassy tongue, I have a reason to, not that I need one. Notice the tapered end? It’s designed specifically for difficult to reach places.” He stroked the leather end down her thigh and over her bare pussy. “Good for reaching all the nooks and crannies hidden between your pretty thighs and for smaller targets such as your clit or tightly clamped nipples.” He moved the leather to her chest and lightly tapped the underside of her breasts. “Arch you neck and lift those sweet tits, let’s see how accurate my aim is.”
With a tiny whimper, she closed her eyes and craned her head backwards. A thump hit the tender underside of her breast. It was followed by another, slightly harder, and then another that bit with enough force to leave a warm tingling sting.
“Mara, look at me and tell me your color.”
Her lids parted and she saw his intense regard. “I’m green, Master.”
“Good, we’ll continue, but keep those big beautiful eyes open. I want to see your reactions.”
Another thump and subsequent slaps followed on her other breast. The tingling warmth didn’t begin to rival the pinch of the clamps, which had grown more intense as she arched, the chain lifting the weight of her full breasts by the nipples. The leather moved over her belly in warm licks, then came a low whoosh before a loud crack ripped through the air. Heat blossomed against her bottom. Another followed, as loud with the same heat.
He continued to strap her ass, catching the lower curve of her cheek and her upper thighs, the only p
ortions left exposed by the sling. Each successive swat grew stronger until the heat built to a stinging fire. She moaned behind the chain.
The angle changed with the next stroke as he brought the tapered strap down across her pussy lips. Light strokes met her swollen wet skin and although the leather still made a slapping noise, a definite liquid splat muffled the usual crack.
“Damn that’s hot,” he growled. He did it again, and again. The leather falling on her weeping pussy time after time, the swats catching her clit and repeating as she groaned.
“Master! I’m going to come.”
“Hold on, Mara. I’m not done with you yet.”
She heard a thunk, which she imagined was the strap hitting the floor. Then the mop slid over her belly. With a flick of his wrist, he flayed it along the backs of her thighs. To Mara, the sensation was both heaven and hell. The multitude of strands produced very little sting, sometimes none at all, creating more of a soft thud as he laid stroke after stroke across her thighs and ass cheeks. It was like a delicious soothing erotic massage, but it built the ache in her needy channel to such a state, that she struggled to keep from flying apart.
He spun her in a quarter turn and from the side he worked the tails across the top of her mound, over her belly and with an underhand stroke flicked them across the lower curves of her breasts. Pausing for a moment, he ran his fingers over her clamped nipples. “These are very red. I think they’ve been on long enough.”
Within seconds, one nipple was released and Sean was leaning in to suckle the compressed tip as the blood flow returned. Her cries rose as the prickly pain of the unclamping warred with the warm, soothing caress of his mouth and tongue. Revolving her in a one-eighty, he repeated the process on the other tip. Her chest heaved as she gulped for air in response to his sensual torment.
When he lifted his head, the mop resumed, this time falling across the fullness of her breasts and her tender nipples. It felt wonderful and she arched her back offering her breasts for his lash.
“Beautiful. One more thing then I’ll come inside you.”
“Yes, oh… please.” She wasn’t really sure what she was saying, muttering some response as her body seemed to float in the haziness of raw pleasure.
“This is also something new. You’ve felt my fingers and thumb, now I think it’s time for something a bit more solid.”
Drifting, with the pounding of her pulse in her ears, she heard him speak, barely making out what he said. Lucidity returned quickly, however, when his fingers parted the cleft of her ass and a finger, coated with cool, slick gel, slid into her bottom. As he slid it in and out, preparing her for whatever ‘something more solid’ was in his thinking, she panted unsure of how much more she could take.
“Okay, baby, bear down as I slide this inside.”
Something else cold, firm and much larger than his finger pressed against her. She stiffened and felt a slight pinch as it stretched her.
“Lucky?”
“Relax and breathe. This plug is small and will glide right in. Take it for me.”
Feeling the push as it tested the limits of her tight hole, she bore down as he bade. His thumb returned to her clit. Soon the tingling ache of pleasure he incited surpassed the slight discomfort as the plug hit home, the wide base spreading her cheeks. Her mouth opened on a groan as she felt her pussy muscles ripple and clench in response.
“That’s my girl. You took it so well for me, and it looked fucking hot going in.”
“May I have your cock now, Master?”
“Yes, Mara, as promised.”
He didn’t make her wait more than the time it took to release himself and slick the smooth head through her wetness. Then he was inside her, driving deep. Their exhales and bliss-filled groans were in harmony as he bottomed out. Closing his eyes, he lingered for a second, before grinding his hips thereby stimulating her clit and putting pressure on the plug. Stretched and filled beyond what she thought possible, she didn’t think she could bear more. Then he withdrew slowly and surged back inside. Her fingers gripped the chains, digging in and struggling for control. When she though she found it, he moved again. In long strokes, he drove into her, his hands wrapped around her thighs to hold the swing stationary.
“How does it feel, baby, taking my cock with a plugged ass?”
“G-glorious, but it’s almost too m-much.” Her halting speech intermingled with loud pants and moans syncopated his thrusts.
“It’s never too much.”
He let loose of her legs and let the sling work for him. As it swung away, she lost his thickness, when it returned, he plowed her full. He repeated this with timing and precision until she was crying out her need. At last, he ceased the mind-numbing yet agonizing torture and clamped her down, holding her in place while plunging into her. She came a split second before he roared his completion.
As she came down and her senses returned, she reveled in the weight of his body against her chest, the caress of his lips along her throat and the thud of his strong heart beat against her breast. Although she heard the rush of his breath in her ear, she began to notice the sounds of the others in the room. Cries of passion mixed with swishes and slaps, feminine cries rose above the deep masculine groans, and a play list of Led Zeppelin, Stone Temple Pilots and Nirvana—Sean’s music of choice—played in the background.
“Still nervous about being watched, nightingale?”
“No, they couldn’t care less what we were doing.”
He chuckled. “Probably not. Tonight these hedonists are more interested in seeking their own pleasure than gawking as others find theirs. Though I can’t say that will always be the case. Sometimes they like to watch.”
She felt too relaxed to consider that, and didn’t. “I like the swing a lot.”
He lifted his head, grinning down at her. “I’m glad. What I like most about it is that you’re in it.”
She returned his smile before her eyes rose to the ceiling. “You’re good with a hammer and drill. I’m amazed it’s holding us both.”
“You doubted my abilities? I’m crushed.”
She bit her lip and shook her head, not wanting to admit that she had.
He ran his fingertips down her ribs in a gentle tickle and chided, “Tell the truth.”
“Okay, I did, although only for a minute. I swear.”
“Liar.” He kissed her once more, hard, and pushed to his feet. As he did, a creaking noise sounded loud overhead. Two sets of concerned eyes flew to the ceiling. Expectantly, they waited. Sean then went into action, quickly releasing her restraints and carefully lifted her out of the sling. “We’re keeping it, but on Monday, I’ll call the man.”
Her arms slipped around his neck as she tried not to giggle. “What man, babe?”
“A man who actually knows his way around a hammer and drill. I’m not too proud to admit defeat.” Setting her down, he unfastened the sling at the snap hooks. As he tucked it in the storage closet safely out of the way, he returned to her muttering, “I’m not sure our homeowner’s covers fractures from a faulty sex swing installation.”
Mara lost her battle and a full belly laugh broke free.
Ignoring her, he swept her back in his arms and headed for the stairs, not the least bit put out by her amusement. A thought occurred to her as they passed the spanking bench where Cap was plowing his very vocal blonde from behind.
“Do you know a man who won’t be shocked by the dungeon?”
“Yep, the contractor who’s building our club.”
“Good idea, babe. If you’re keeping that one for us, I suggest ordering a few more. I have a suspicion the members are going to love it and want more than one.”
“Ya think?”
“At least the submissives will once I give it my 4-star review.”
“Only four? I must be slipping.”
“No, though the swing almost did,” she returned with another giggle. “Comfort, ingenuity and execution were 5-stars across the board, but I feel honor
bound to shave off a point for questionable safety and reliability. Consider yourself fortunate I don’t take off two, or call Consumer Reports.”
“Smart ass. Are you nervous or is this happy sass? It’s got to be one of the two whenever your mouth gets going.”
She snuggled contentedly against his chest with a smile. “I’m happy, Sean. More than I’ve ever been in my life.”
“As am I, nightingale,” he agreed with a squeeze of his arms. “As am I.”
Chapter Eleven
The door slammed behind her as she ran through the kitchen. When she hit the stairs, she kicked off her shoes and took them two at a time. Near the top, a shadow fell over her and she stopped in her tracks.
“Don’t break your neck, Mara. We’ve got thirty minutes before we have to leave.”
At a slower pace, she climbed the rest of the stairs, stopping on the one below him. Already nine inches taller, the extra step had him towering over her, which was intimidating to say the least.
“I can be ready before then. My clothes are laid out. I only need five minutes to shower, which leaves the rest for hair and makeup.”
“I bought you something special to wear tonight. It might take a few extra minutes to lace you up.”
This was a big night for him. After many months of planning and preparation, Club Decadence was opening its doors. He’d gone to the trouble of buying her something new and she couldn’t do as he’d requested by getting home on time. She’d meant to leave work early rather than taking the whole day as he’d urged so she wouldn’t be rushed, but it was a new job and she hadn’t built up much time off yet. She wanted to save all she could for the honeymoon trip they had planned in the fall. A heaviness settled over her as regret dampened her mood.
“I’m sorry for cutting it so close. Are you mad?”
“No.” He pulled her up to the landing, leaning down to whisper against her lips, “however, if you make us late, my pretty wife, your ass will pay the price tonight.”
“As it should. I didn’t listen. Thank you for not saying ‘I told you so’.”
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