by Ashe Barker
I reach between her legs and stroke her pussy. Molly sighs and arches her back. I use my fingers to part the lips surrounding her clit and drop to my knees behind her.
“Sir? What are you—Oh!”
The jet of water hits her clit. She jerks, would probably leap out of range but for my growled command to not move a fucking muscle.
I angle the spray, first one side, then the other, then I aim straight at the tip. It’s intense, I know that, but I don’t let up.
“Sir, I can’t. Please…”
“You have my permission to come, Molly.”
“Thank you, sir,” she mutters, the relief evident in her low moan, right before the first convulsion seizes her quivering frame.
I continue to play the water across her sensitive core, drawing out every last shiver and tremble before I finally let up. I have my reasons. Her first experience of a clit clip is likely to prove problematic if I attempt to fit it while she’s on the verge of orgasm. This will take the edge off enough for me to be able to manage her.
Satisfied she has no more to offer me right now, I stand and replace the showerhead. Taking the soap from the dish on the wall of the cubicle I start to massage it into her shoulders, her back, her bottom, then down the backs of her thighs. I even pick up each of her feet and soap up the soles before ordering her to turn around. I work the lather into her breasts, across her stomach, her smooth mound, her still swollen pussy and clit, then I crouch before her to wash her legs.
When there is not an inch of her body not lathered and cleaned I stand and grab her shampoo. It only takes only a few moments to work a thick lather through her cropped hair but I take my time massaging her scalp, loving the way she relaxes under my fingers. I reach for the shower again, adjust the flow to a more moderate setting, and proceed to rinse her hair. It squeaks as I run my fingers through it. A small squirt of conditioner comes next, and more massaging followed by rinsing. At last I take the showerhead again and start to swill the soap away. Molly is compliant and obedient throughout, turning on command, lifting her arms, her feet, spreading her legs. The soapy lather disappears down the plughole and the water runs clear.
“That was nice. Thank you. Shall I do you now, sir?” Her eyes are languorous, the pupils already dilating. Perfect for what’s to come next.
“No, I can manage. Grab a towel and wait for me on your bed.”
She blinks up at me as though not entirely comprehending. I turn off the shower and slide open the cubicle door to reach for one of two fluffy yellow towels dangling from a hook on the back of the door. I wrap it around her and tuck the ends in between her breasts, then I kiss the end of her nose.
“Wait for me. I won’t be long.”
She nods and pads away. I might have insisted on a ‘Yes, sir,’ but decide to let that go on this occasion. The door closes behind her and I turn the lever to start the shower again, then step back under the spray. I turn the temperature down and direct the water right onto my stiffening cock. Every little bit helps.
Molly is curled up on her bed when I exit the shower room, the pillows propped behind her. The towel remains tightly wrapped around her damp body, its twin now draped around my hips. The nipple clamps and clit clip remain on the table just where I left them. I pick them up as I pass and drop them onto the duvet by her feet.
“You ready?”
She smiles but can’t quite conceal her nervousness, her features betraying a delectable blend of apprehension and curiosity. And lust. “I think so, sir. Should I take this off now?” She loosens the towel.
I nod and hold out my hand to take it from her.
Naked again, and delightfully unselfconscious, Molly kneels up on the bed. I pick up the clamps.
“Put your hands behind your back, cup each elbow with the opposite hand if you can, please.”
She obeys at once, the posture thrusting her shoulders back and her breasts forward. Her rose-tinted nipples are already pebbling but I need them even harder, stiffer, longer. I perch beside her, one hip on the mattress, and place my hand under the lower curve of her left breast. I lift it, testing the weight, caressing the firm mound for several seconds before I slide my hand up to take the nipple between my finger and thumb. I roll it, gentle at first, then more firmly. I watch her carefully, searching her expressive eyes for the first glimmer of discomfort. I have it, and I pause, not releasing the pressure but not ramping it up either.
She lowers her gaze, so I give her tight peak a hard squeeze. “Look at me. Don’t look away. I need to see exactly how much this is hurting you.”
“It is, sir. Aagh!”
“I know. It’s the point just before it becomes unbearable that I want to hit though. I want that moment, right before you say your safeword.”
Her eyes are glittering as tears gather, then start to spill. I twist the engorged nub, eliciting another startled squeal.
“Are we there yet, Molly?”
She shakes her head, her lips flattened into a tortured grimace. It would have been easy for her to nod, to tell me it was enough. She could whimper her safeword ‘cooler’ or even ‘jailbird,’ but she doesn’t. Despite her lack of experience my little Molly is a refreshingly transparent sub, even when honesty is not in her best interest. I store that away for future reference and apply just a fraction more pressure.
She opens her mouth, but I know it even before she gasps her safeword. I slacken my grip just a little, and slide the first tweezer over the pebbled peak. The sliding bead adjusts and I use it to apply just the same amount of pressure as my fingers, then I tilt my head to appreciate the result. The pretty little blue beads are suspended from her nipple, twinkling as they catch the light. Molly continues to gaze at me, never once wavering.
“Nice. Now, the other one.” I twirl my finger in the air to I indicate I need her to turn around so I can reach. She does so, though her fear is evident in her expression, and the sharp hiss of alarm as I start to roll the vulnerable nub between my finger and thumb.
“You know how this works now. Use your safeword when it gets too much.” I tug and twist and squeeze, all the while holding her gaze as the pain builds, blooms, and eventually reaches the point where it’s about to mushroom out of control.
“Cooler,” she gasps.
I stop and slide the other clamp into place. “You can move your hands now.”
She does, though still kneeling on the bed. She looks thoroughly miserable. I cup her jaw in my palm. “Breathe in through your nose, hold the breath for a few seconds, then out slowly. The pain will lessen as you get used to it.”
She does as I suggest, and after a few seconds her expression clears. I would not go so far as to describe her as comfortable exactly, but she’s certainly coping. I lean in to kiss her.
“You’re doing so well, sweetheart. Are you okay to continue?”
She frowns, but nods.
“Say it, love.”
“I want to continue, sir.”
“Good. Lie down then, on your stomach.”
“But, that’ll hurt. Sir.”
“Pain adds to the pleasure though, wouldn’t you agree? You need to be fucked, hard and deep, and fast, and I want to take you from behind this time, just to remind you who calls the shots here.” I pause, hold her gaze, then, deliberately hardening my voice I clinch it. “Do as you’re told, or accept the spanking. It’ll be no fun going over my knee with your nipples clamped. Last chance.”
Molly gets the point and wriggles onto her stomach without further ado, squirming as her clamped nipples press against the mattress. I’m pleased to see that the bed’s headboard is made of metal, with handy-looking vertical bars. I didn’t bring any cuffs with me, but resolve to be better equipped next time.
“Take hold of the bed head and hang on.” I grab a couple of pillows and shove them under her hips to elevate her bum a little, though not enough to relieve the pressure on her clamped nipples. Then I drop the towel still covering my lower
body and extract a couple of condoms from my jacket pocket.
Despite my sternness earlier, when I enter her I do so gently. My intention is to test Molly’s pain threshold, nothing more. She’s done as I asked, allowed me to clamp her and I know full well that this is a big deal to her. I want her to enjoy what comes next.
Molly is wet—delightfully, enticingly dripping, her cunt tight and hot and so very ready. I stroke in and out, careful to hit her inner sweet spot with each pass. She gasps and moans, writhing under me. I can only assume the clamps are forgotten for now, or at least no longer the foremost thing on her mind. I slide my hand around to make contact with her clit, still swollen and moist from her arousal earlier, in the shower. She groans and arches her back to lift her bottom up even further.
“Feeling good, Molly?”
“Yes, sir,” she breathes. “Very good.”
“Not too sore?”
“Sore?”
I slip my spare hand under our bodies to brush against her distended nubs. Molly lets out a yelp.
“Sore,” I affirm. “I’ll remove these soon. Now, I want you to come for me.”
I draw my cock back and deliver a sharp, deep thrust, followed by several shallower strokes. Molly goes wild, her inner walls quivering around my cock as she starts to climax. She gyrates her hips and clenches her lower muscles hard. I deliver a quick slap to her buttock, and that’s enough to drive her over the edge. She screams her release, her body racked by a series of hard shudders as she convulses under me. I pick up a hard, rapid pace again, and in just a few seconds my nuts clench in readiness to eject more semen. I spear deep into her, the head of my cock bumping her cervix as I hold still, my erection twitching madly as the semen surges from my swollen balls to fill the condom.
I drop forward, my weight momentarily resting on her, then I roll to the side. I pull her in and wrap my arms around her soft, warm body.
“We need to get those clamps off. Get your breath back, Molly girl. You’ll need it.”
Chapter Nine
I roll onto my back and meet Jared’s gaze. He is leaning over me, propped up on one elbow, handsome as sin and looking decidedly pleased with himself. He takes hold of the dainty little length of chain between my throbbing nipples and tugs on it.
“Sir. Sir!” I gasp as the gentle ache peaks sharply.
Jared’s grin is wicked and unrepentant. “I think that’s enough for your first time. Put your hands behind your head and hold still, girl.”
I link my fingers at the base of my skull and close my eyes, waiting for the relief which will come as the clamps are released. Jared’s fingers brush my swollen peak as he loosens the right hand clamp.
“Aagh! Christ, sir…” I scream as a wave of agony brings me up off the mattress. Jared presses me back down as he latches onto my nipple with his mouth. He sucks hard and presses the tortured peak with his tongue, squeezing it against the roof of his mouth. The unexpected pain dissipates in seconds, and my cries dwindle to whimpers.
Jared releases my nipple. “Okay now?”
I nod, glaring at him. “You should have told me it would hurt. Can you be more gentle next time?” I’m oddly disappointed that he took me by surprise in this way.
He frowns at me, then nods. “You’re right. My apologies. But I am being gentle, and I’ll help with the next one too. Ready?”
“I suppose, but don’t expect me to keep still.”
His eyes harden, just a fraction, but enough. “I expect you to do exactly as you’re told, Molly, or accept the consequences.” He waits, holding my gaze.
Long moments pass, then my brief flirtation with mutiny evaporates. “Yes, sir,” I concede. “I’m ready now.”
Forewarned is forearmed. I manage to remain still, my hands clasped behind my head, as Jared slips the second clamp off then sucks my nipple hard. The explosion of pain is horrible but over in seconds. As Jared releases my nipple I remember my manners and murmur my thanks.
“You’re welcome, Molly. So, did you like my present so far?”
I shake my head. “Not much, sir. Do we have to use them in future?”
“You can say no at any time, I told you that. But I like them and I enjoy seeing your pretty nipples clamped and throbbing for me.”
I consider his comment for a few seconds, then, “In that case I’m happy to do it, for you, sir.”
A smile illuminates his handsome face. “Thank you, Molly. I appreciate that. So, shall we try your other present?”
My heart sinks. He said the clit clip wouldn’t hurt, but my sensitivities are scraped raw right now and I already have a lot to process. “Must we?”
It takes just one raised eyebrow to answer that. Of course we must, he has said so. This is not negotiable, not really. Either I use my safeword, or I obey. Simple.
“What would you like me to do, sir?”
He rolls from the bed and saunters over to the table for the remaining item. He returns and hands it to me to look at. The toy is tiny, very light as it lies in the palm of my hand. It looks innocuous enough, resembling a pair of tweezers with silicone caps on the ends. The sliding ring is proof that it can be made very tight, but however improbable I have no option but to trust Jared when he says they won’t hurt.
“You look doubtful, Molly. Tell me.” His command is delivered in a low tone, but he means it. He takes the clit clip from me and places it on the pillow.
I look up at him. “Will you do the same as you did with the nipple clamps? Squeeze and twist and—”
He shakes his head. “No, Molly. You will.”
“Me?” I squeak.
“You. Come on, I’ll show you. Wriggle to the edge of the bed and spread your legs wide.”
Despite my doubts I do as he asks. Jared stands beside the bed to watch as I open for him. He grabs the pillows I laid on earlier and shoves them back under my hips, tilting my pelvis up for a better view.
“That’s good. So tell me, Molly, how do you like me to touch your clit?”
“I like it very much, sir.”
He chuckles. “How reassuring, but don’t be evasive. You’re close to a spanking now, which might spoil the mood a little. What I meant was, what sort of touch arouses you the most? Do you like it when I circle your clit like this…?”
He demonstrates, tracing a pattern around the base of my clit with his fingertip. I thrust my pelvis forward and let out a soft moan.
“Obviously that works. And this…?”
Next he flicks the pad of his middle finger from side to side, stroking the very tip of my clit with each pass. It feels sublime.
He pauses. “Which did you like best?”
“The second one, sir. But the first was fabulous too.”
“Okay. Noted. What about this?” He takes the swelling bud between his finger and thumb and strokes up to the tip, his touch gentle as I writhe and squirm.
“I’m going to come.”
“No, you are not, greedy girl. You’ve had two orgasms already, you can wait now. So, is this better than the first two? Or not?”
“I… I like the second thing you did. That’s best, sir.”
“Okay. So now, I’ll part the lips of your pussy so your clit is exposed, and I want you to stroke it in the way you like best. Show me exactly what a dirty little slut you can be.”
“Sir…?”
He smiles at me and winks. “My dirty little slut, remember?” Kneeling beside the bed now, he uses his fingers to peel back my inner lips, then leans forward to blow on my exposed clit. “Come on, Molly. Do as I ask, please.”
I’m embarrassed, but already hopelessly aroused. My inhibitions are fighting a losing battle and any modesty I might have still had is in shreds. I reach between my spread thighs and stroke my slick pussy to coat my fingers in the moisture. Then I go to work on my clit, exactly the way I love it the best.
“Ah, so hot, Molly mine. You have the most beautiful cunt. So pink and tight. Do you w
ant me to fuck you again?”
“Yes, sir,” I breathe, flicking the taut bundle of nerves even faster, then taking it between my fingers and pressing. “I want you to fuck me. Hard.”
“So I shall. Later.” He trails the fingers of one hand down, over the entrance to my pussy, then on to my tight arsehole. “I want to fuck you here.” He presses a finger inside. I jerk, surprised at the intrusion and a little intrigued. I’ve read of anal sex, but never tried it. Never saw the point until this moment.
As he eases his finger deeper into me, every sensation I am evoking in my clit is heightened, every stroke more intense, each scrape of my fingernail across the distended nub sending shivers of acute need to tease every nerve ending.
“Oh, God. Sir, that feels so good…”
“Mmm, let’s see what we can do to make it even better then. I think you’re ready to try our new toy. Use your fingers to hold the lips apart, just like I did.”
I’m past caring if it might be painful. Carried on an unstoppable wave of greedy lust, I place my fingers on either side of my clit and spread the delicate lips. Still with one finger embedded inside me Jared reaches past me to retrieve the clip from the pillow. He adjusts the ring to open the arms wide, then slips it over my clit, one tweezer arm on either side. He slides the ring back along until the tension starts to bite. I gasp, and he stops.
“Enough?”
I should nod, but I don’t. Instead I shake my head, craving more. More of what I’m not exactly certain, but Jared seems to comprehend and he tightens the clip a little further. Then more still, until I whimper, “Enough, sir.”
He stops there, and resumes his intimate probing inside my arsehole. My entrance has slackened shamelessly to allow him in, and now he slides his finger back and forth as the clip exerts a gentle, constant pressure on my clit. It’s a feeling like nothing I have ever experienced, and all for me. Everything that’s happening now is for my pleasure, my fulfilment.
It won’t last long. It can’t. The feeling is so intense, so focused, so demanding. My orgasm surges from within my core, my inner muscles clenching, spasming.
