by Sophie Oak
He quickly clamped the other breast and looked at his handiwork.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, love.” His cock was straining at the fly of his jeans. His dark hair fell over his forehead. “I know those are improvised clamps, but they still hold you well. All the blood is pooling in those pretty nipples.”
He flicked one with his forefinger. She shivered at the touch. She was so sensitive. One flick of his fingers had her panting and ready to do anything he asked.
“See what I mean? You should know that I like toys. I like expensive, perverted, twisted toys, but I can torture you without them. Anywhere, anytime. I’ll find the tools I need. I’ll make sure to discipline you whenever it’s required.”
Yep, she wouldn’t be able to walk through an office supply store again without wondering exactly what dirty things Stef could do to her.
His hand went between her legs. He slid his fingers over her mound and into the slick folds of her labia. It was all she could do to keep her position.
“And, love, if you ever disobey a direct order given to keep you safe and whole again, I will clamp this little gem.” He rubbed the pad of his finger over her desperate clitoris. It was a fleeting touch that tantalized and tormented. “I will clamp it, and I will torture it. I’ll bring you to the edge a hundred times, and a hundred times I’ll step back. You’ll beg, and you’ll plead, and you’ll think I’ll give in, but I won’t, because a bratty submissive will not get pleasure from me. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” She would agree to anything to get him to touch her again. He was ramping her up. She’d never been so hot. Before, their encounters had been quick and furious, but this slow tease was building to something explosive.
“What did you say?” Menace glittered from his hard tone.
“Stefan.” She quickly corrected herself. “Yes, I understand, Stefan.”
“Excellent. Let’s move on to the next phase of your punishment. Surely you didn’t think a couple of clamps could make up for what you did? What does a disobedient sub deserve?”
Hopefully a mercy orgasm. “Whatever her Dom deems fit, Stefan.”
“Good answer. I think a disobedient sub should learn to take a plug.”
Her ass clenched at the thought. He was going to shove a plug up her ass. Her breath caught. She’d known he would want it, but she’d been worried it would turn her off. Now, the thought of presenting her ass to him had her heart speeding up. Subspace, she thought, looking for the word. Pleasing Stefan suddenly seemed like pleasure in and of itself. This was what the books had talked about.
“You said you’ve read up on BDSM.” Stef got to his feet. “Show me. Present yourself to me.” He held a hand out to help her up.
She held his hand and stood. She could feel the clamps moving as her breasts swayed. This was why he’d done it, so she would be aware of her nipples at all times. She felt wobbly, but she managed to stand and walk to the big mahogany desk that dominated the office. She placed her hands flat on the desk, kept her spine straight, and shoved her ass in the air. She looked across the desk. Now she could see what was in the bag he’d taken out of his coat. The clear plastic plug and tube of lubricant were unmistakable.
“You came prepared.” At least he wasn’t going to use a highlighter or a glue stick.
“Always,” he said. Jen felt him reach for the bag. “Keep your eyes front.”
She gritted her teeth. Not being able to see what he was doing was going to be torture in and of itself.
“Your skin is beautiful, Jennifer.”
He placed his palms on her shoulder blades. She relaxed at the contact. Somehow she didn’t feel as off kilter when he touched her. When he touched her with those hands of his, she felt like a work in progress, like a sculpture he was molding lovingly. She felt like she was being brought to life.
His hands caressed her as though studying and memorizing her every curve and angle. He skimmed her back and molded her hips. She felt his lips on the nape of her neck. He traced her spine with his lips, awakening every inch of her flesh. She felt his mouth on the small of her back and then his hands on her cheeks. She went onto her toes as he spread her wide.
“Look at the pretty asshole.” His voice had gone deep and husky. “What a pretty little hole. It looks lonely, love. It looks like it needs to be filled.”
She braced herself as she felt the cool lube hit that sensitive hole. She held on to the desk as his finger rimmed her. He massaged the lube into her ass, his finger pressing in and circling her hole. She shivered at the dark sensation of his finger working her over.
“You’re incredibly tight.” He placed one hand on the small of her back, holding her down as he pushed his finger deep inside her. “It’s going to be hard for you to take this plug, and even harder for you to take my cock, but you’ll do it. You’ll take everything I give you, and you’ll thank me for it.”
She wasn’t sure about the part where she thanked him. The sensation was strange. It didn’t hurt, but she wasn’t sure it was pleasure either. It was unnerving, and she felt a bit on edge as he pressed into her.
“Not sure, yet? You will be. I’ll make sure you’re ready for me. I can’t wait to fuck this tight asshole. I’m going to ram my cock into you. You’ll whimper, but by the time I’m done, you’ll writhe under me. You’ll cry out and beg me to fuck your ass.”
His finger disappeared, and then she felt something stiff tickling at her. She couldn’t help it. She clenched her muscles, instinctively trying to keep the foreign object out.
A crack whipped through the room as Stef’s hand came down on her ass. Heat and a sharp pain singed her.
“Don’t you try to keep me out. This belongs to me. You belong to me. Now relax and open up.” He pressed the plug against her again. His voice became softer and more cajoling. “Let me in, Jennifer. I want to come in. I promise you won’t regret it.”
The hand on her back soothed her as he pressed the plug against her.
“Breathe out, love. Breathe out, and flatten your back.”
She tried to relax. She filled her lungs and let the breath go while she pressed back against Stef’s hand. She groaned as the plug breached her hole.
“Now that is a beautiful sight. You’re doing so well.”
She forced her ass back and felt the plug slide home. Her hands shook at the almost unbearable fullness in her ass.
He kept her cheeks open. “Do you have any idea what this does to me? I want to know you’re walking around with this little piece of plastic shoved up your rectum because you’re preparing yourself for me. You’re getting ready to take my cock.”
Without warning, his fingers slid into her pussy.
She bit her lip to keep from crying out.
“See, the plug makes your already tight pussy even tighter. I don’t have to share you with some other man to fill you up.” He pressed a single finger deep inside her. “You are so wet for me, Jennifer. Someone liked having her ass plugged. Someone likes being a nasty girl.”
She liked being his nasty girl. Somehow Stef made all the dirty stuff seem loving. His hands caressed her sweetly even as he whispered filth into her ear. He worshipped her even as he played the big, bad Dom.
“How are you going to take care of your Master, sub? You put him through hell today. He deserves some stress relief. Can you think of any way to make it up to him?”
She felt the heat of his body as he pressed against her. His fingers teased her soaking flesh as he nudged her insistently with his hard cock. Oh, she wanted him to take out that big dick and thrust it into her. Nothing else could possibly satisfy her, but more than that, she wanted to please him. This was what it meant to play with Stef, and she wanted to do her part.
“Let me please you, Stefan.”
He chuckled and ran his free hand through her hair. “How are you going to do that, love?”
He liked dirty talk, so she searched her brain for the right words. “Let me suck you. Let me lick you. I want to taste y
ou so badly.”
His cock seemed to swell against her, and he pulled his hand out of her hair. Before she could move, he was hauling her up. He turned her around, and his face was ferocious with desire. His breath came out in short pants. “Yes. That will do. I’m going to teach you how to suck my cock. I’m going to teach you how to please your Master.”
He pressed his lips against hers in an oddly innocent kiss. He brushed her mouth, barely a touch, but she felt it deep inside her body. He released her and sat down in his big-backed chair, slouching down slightly so his cock was up and easily accessible. “Get on your knees, but hold those cheeks together. Don’t lose the plug. Hold your knees wide, as wide as you can, and clench that rosy ass.”
She did as he asked. It was hard, but she held the plug tight as she gingerly dropped to her knees in front of him.
“Open my jeans.”
She put her shaky hands on the fly of his jeans. She’d dreamed about this. She’d fantasized about the moment when she would hold him in her hands and blow his mind, but it was different. Her fantasies had been about proving to him that she was his match. Now, as she slid her hands into his jeans, all she could think about was how much she wanted to taste him. She wanted to run her tongue all over him and listen to him moan, and beyond anything, she wanted that moment when they connected, when he flowed into her. Before, she’d wanted power over him. Now, she simply wanted to be with him.
“I’m crazy about you.” Stef’s voice was quiet in the room, but there was no way she could miss his husky declaration.
Her heart filled as he looked down at her. She was crazy about him, too. She loved him. She wouldn’t ever love anyone the way she loved Stefan Talbot. Saying he was crazy about her wasn’t exactly a declaration of love, but she was closer than she had been.
“Kiss my cock, love.”
She leaned forward and placed a small kiss on the silky head of his dick. His cock was truly a thing of beauty. Thick and long, his cock rose from between his powerfully muscled legs. The head was a deep, rich plum. She kissed the lovely V on his dick, letting her tongue come out to trace the edges. A drop of pearly fluid pulsed out. She licked it up, his taste a salty intoxication.
“That’s right.” His hand came out to cup her head. “That feels perfect. Suck me in, just a little at a time.”
She would have to take him slowly. He was large, and he would fill her mouth quickly. She gently sucked the head, her tongue swirling around, gathering his cream. She groaned as she took him in, inch by inch by inch. All the while, as she sucked and loved him with a worshipping tongue, she imagined the big cock in her mouth plundering her pussy. She never felt closer to another human being than she did when Stef slid in and out of her body.
“I don’t have to tell you anything, do I, love? You know what I need. Make me come.”
He threaded his hands in her hair and thrust his cock up. She opened her jaw wide, taking in more and more of him. She was patient, licking gently on the way down and sucking with strength as she made her way back up. She let her hand run down to cup his heavy balls.
Stef groaned, his breath ragged and rattling out of his chest. “Yes, love. Harder. Suck me hard.”
She gave up on subtleties. She sucked, drawing the cock into her mouth all the way to the back of her throat. She drew on him over and over, all the while aware of how he surrounded her. She could taste the masculine salt of his arousal, smell his clean, musky scent. Though he was only touching her hair, she felt him everywhere. She felt the clamps on her breasts, and the plug in her ass, all signs of his possession. Her body felt hot, as though she was the one about to come. His cock swelled in her mouth. He whispered her name over and over, like a mantra. She took him as far as she could and swallowed around him as he came.
Hot, salty spurts coated her tongue. Jen groaned as she licked it all up.
When she looked at him, Stef’s head was thrown back. His hands stroked her hair, but his eyes were closed as he caught his breath. His cock was still big even after he’d given her everything he’d had. Relaxed, he was still an impressive specimen. She couldn’t help but kiss him again, her mouth playing over the head. His cock twitched and seemed to come back to life.
It was perfect, because she needed to play. The ache in her body was becoming unbearable. She needed him so badly. A deliciously wicked feeling came over her. She would suck him back to life, and then he would fuck her hard until she screamed out his name.
Being Stef’s sub was going to be heaven.
“Very good, love,” he said, pushing the chair back. “You may stand.”
All of the warmth had left his voice. She looked up, and there was a hardness to his eyes that had been absent even when he’d placed the clips on her breasts.
She struggled to her feet, the plug in her butt an annoyance now. She clenched her cheeks to keep it in. For the first time since they’d begun to play, she felt the chill in the air.
He quickly tucked his stiffening cock into his jeans and buttoned his fly. He took a deep breath and stood. He towered over her, his jaw set like granite as he stared down at her.
“You did well for a novice. No swats today, though if you disobey again you’ll spend some time on my whipping bench. You’ll wear the plug for the rest of the afternoon. I’ll take it out when we get home. If I find out you’ve removed it yourself, it’s twenty swats and I won’t take you with me tomorrow. Is that understood?”
A sick feeling began in the pit of her stomach. She’d thought they were playing, but this felt like something else. She’d read about BDSM and the importance of punishment and reward, but she’d never realized how it would feel. As connected as she’d felt to him before, she felt alone now. Alone and naked and wanting.
A smirk played at his mouth. “Oh, love, did you think I would take care of you? You disobeyed. Disobedient subs don’t deserve their Master’s cock. This is what it means to be my submissive. This is what it means to be with me. Changing your mind?”
She said nothing, aware that the Jen of months ago would have immediately told him to go to hell and walked out. Anger would have been her default position. Now, all she felt was an aching sadness. They could be more than this, but he either didn’t see it or didn’t want it. Was she willing to give up? She stood there naked with signs of his possession biting into her and thought about what she’d said to Rachel. Whatever she decided, she couldn’t do it now. Her pain was fresh. To walk out spewing expletives would simply start their cycle again. For the first time, she truly understood that this was their last shot. She would be with him or give him up.
Tears pooled in her eyes. She needed to be alone for a while, to calm down, to think.
“Can I tell you later?” Her voice was soft in the quiet of the room.
His mouth opened and then closed. He seemed briefly out of sorts before he found that Dom stance of his again. “Of course. Take the time you need. I would prefer you keep the plug in, in case you decide to stay. It would be rough on you to have to start over again.”
The damn plug was the least rough thing about this. Her anus might be stretched, but her heart was getting battered. She might have to accept that her love was no match for Stef’s childhood. She nodded. If she spoke she would cry, and that wasn’t what either of them wanted.
His hands moved to her breasts. She took a step back.
“Don’t,” he growled at her. “I’m trying to unclamp you. It’s going to hurt.”
He slid the first clip off her nipple. The blood rushed back in, stinging and burning. She gasped as he quickly slid the other off.
“It’ll only hurt for a minute,” he muttered, stepping back. “You should get dressed.”
Jen covered her breasts with her hands and nodded. “I will. Could I have a minute to myself?”
“Why?”
Trust and honesty. That was what a Dom required. Well, she’d given him everything else. He’d stripped her bare and left her wanting. Maybe he should have this, too. The truth was
she was far too tired and aching to prevaricate. “So I can cry for a while.”
His eyes flared. “Because I didn’t fuck you?”
If he didn’t leave soon, she was going to lose it. “Because it was less than I thought it would be.”
He laughed, but there was bitterness in the sound. “You thought I would fall at your feet. You thought you could give me a blow job and I would just fall all over myself. It doesn’t work that way, Jennifer.”
“I didn’t think you would fall at my feet,” she said wearily. He would perpetually think of her as a selfish child. “I thought we would be together. I felt so connected to you. It was like I was a part of something special—something meant only for us—but you can’t have felt that. You wouldn’t be able to walk away if you felt the way I did. It hurts to be alone when I thought, just for a minute, that I wasn’t anymore.”
He didn’t seem to have a Dom homily to give her for that. He stared for a moment and then turned to go. Seeing his back to her made her heart clench. She had to turn away. He was forever walking away from her. Why couldn’t she do the same? Even when she’d run from him, she’d seen him in her dreams every night. He’d come between her and the men she’d thought about dating. She’d lived like a nun because he was always in her mind, in her work, in her heart.
She heard the door close behind him and couldn’t help the sob that came out of her throat. It was time to get dressed. She needed to compose herself. She couldn’t walk around the festival like this. Maybe she could find a ride home. She wanted to sink to the floor and sob, but then she might lose that goddamn plug. Her breath hitched. She felt so stupid.
“Don’t.”
She turned suddenly, crossing her arms over her breasts. Stef stood there, his face as open as she’d ever seen it. There was no Dom to him, simply a man who looked like he was on the verge of heartbreak.
“Stef?”
He shook his head. “I can’t.”
It sounded like an apology to her, something final. She didn’t try to stop the tears that flowed. She felt them fall down her cheeks, hitting her naked chest. She wished she’d gotten dressed. Hearing him say he couldn’t even try to love her would have been a slight bit easier if she weren’t so naked.
