He paused and she listened to the sound of his breathing. He was excited. He wanted to do more but he was holding back. Taking his time.
“No. I think I’ve punished you enough for now.”
She bit her lip to prevent her moan of disappointment.
Matt turned her around. He eyed her bosoms and the wanton flush that spread across her chest. He lifted her onto the counter and she giggled as the ice-cold surface met her flesh.
“Lie back.”
He helped her to lie down so that her head almost touched the sink.
“Now spread your arms and legs.”
Megan spread herself out like a starfish until she was totally exposed upon the counter. Every inch of her body blazed with desire and her breaths were fast and shallow. The exhilaration of their play was overwhelming with its intensity and she realized how much she had missed it. Feeling Matt’s power, knowing that he could spank her just hard enough to rouse her stirred her in so many ways. He was a big man. He could have crushed her with one hand if he chose. But he knew how to channel his power in just the right way. He could control how he spanked her and how he stimulated her. He just knew her so well and he had so much skill and experience.
So much will power.
How many men had that?
“Good, sub,” he whispered as he walked around the island. “You look so good.”
Megan trembled with joy at his compliments. She had always loved to be praised by him. He picked up the can of cream and gave it a good shake.
“Now I’d like to see just how creamy you get.”
He pulled the top off the can then began to squirt it all over her mound. Megan closed her eyes as the cold frothy cream began to seep between the heated folds of her sex. For she knew what Matt was about to do next.
Or at least she thought she knew.
****
“Now, sub, lie very still. I’ll be back in a moment.”
Megan peered at Matt’s retreating form. He had returned to the room just off the kitchen. What had he gone to get? Her stomach fluttered as if full of a thousand butterflies and she wriggled her hips in anticipation.
Though she had already decided that this would just be about tonight, she suspected that Matt would make it a night to remember and one that would leave her struggling to depart from Cherub and from his life again. Breaking it off with him four years ago had been so tough. Would she be able to summon the courage, the resolve to do it again?
Relax. Enjoy. Focus.
The ice cold cream began to melt. It trickled down between her pussy lips, then between her buttocks. She shivered with delight. Her clit was already swollen from Matt’s caresses and the thought that she would soon receive more left her panting with excitement. She fought the urge to touch herself and bring out the orgasm that hovered in her pussy. It would be worth waiting for. Just hold on…
Matt’s approaching footsteps increased her anticipation and she closed her eyes again.
She heard a click and the room behind her eyelids brightened. Twilight had fallen quickly in Cherub, as it always did.
“Megan…Open your eyes.”
She obeyed. Her mouth fell open.
“What’s that?”
“A new toy for your pleasure.”
He held up a small pink cylinder. Attached to it by a small wire were two pink and silver nipple clamps. They glinted beneath the kitchen spotlights.
Megan frowned. “I can see that they’re nipple clamps but what’s the cylinder for?”
“These are very special clamps, sub. They increase the pleasure because they vibrate.”
Megan took a deep breath. Vibrating clamps. In their play in the past, Matt had used a variety of clamps on her. He had started her off with leather thongs that were tightened around the nipple by sliding a toggle towards the lasso end. They had been more aesthetic than anything else, offering a mild squeezing sensation. Then they had progressed to adjustable ones that stung like hell when he first put them on and when he took them off. But they always, always increased Megan’s pleasure. She adored them.
So the vibrating ones…well, they should be a real treat.
But her poor nipples hadn’t been clamped in four years, so it might take a while to adjust. Sure, she had tried pinching them herself whilst masturbating but it just wasn’t the same as the hard unforgiving bite of clamps.
Matt held up a pair of handcuffs.
“Now, sub. I’m going to put these on. What’s your color?”
“Green, Master.” She nibbled her lower lip.
“Good.” He smiled. “These are to keep you in place and to stop you touching yourself or offering yourself any relief.”
“Yes, Master. Thank you, Master.”
Matt closed the one handcuff over her left wrist, and then wrapped the chain around the tap at Megan’s head. Then he closed the other handcuff over her right wrist.
“How do they feel?”
Megan tilted her head to peer up at her hands. She was chained to the sink. Naked. The thought made her smile inwardly. It was an image that would have many a feminist balking with rage. But here, between her and Matt, it was about what they both wanted. She was giving him the power. Handing over control to him. And it wasn’t exactly like he’d chained her up to do the dishes. She was the dish. The main course.
“They feel good, Master. Thank you.”
He ran a hand over her left breast, cupping the full mound and letting out a low whistle. “Such great breasts, sub. Makes me want a tit wank right now.”
Megan eyed his strong hand as he toyed with her heavy flesh and followed it along to his tattooed arm. She adored the colorful pattern of ink that told its own story. She wondered if he’d had any new ink on his torso in their time apart. She would love to see his bare chest, his rippling stomach with its own six-pack of hard muscle and the gorgeous v that ran down over his hips like an arrow to his large cock. She had used the image many a time to masturbate, even when pretending that it was not his body she pictured.
“Would that please you, Master?” Megan was aroused by the image of taking his gorgeous cock between her tits and masturbating him until he spurted his hot cum all over her. She would open her mouth and swallow his salty-sweet ejaculation with enthusiasm. She had missed the taste of him, even how his girth made her jaw ache when she sucked him off. Many a time after performing fellatio on him, she’d had an ache in her jaw for days afterwards. But it was an ache that made her smile because it was worth it just to take him in her mouth.
“It would. But there’s time for that. Right now, I want to focus on you.”
Time? Time was the one thing that they didn’t really have. She had a job and commitments in the city. She would have to get back there soon. To her boring little dead-end library job where her days were quiet and lonely and her poky high-rise apartment with its faulty shower and empty fridge. Sure, it would be great to go back there. To leave all this heat and pleasure behind again. To be alone, without her best friend who she had missed so much it hurt as if she’d actually been stabbed in the gut.
“SUB!” Matt’s raised voice startled her. “Are you focused?”
She swallowed. “Yes, Master. I’m focused.”
“Well, keep it that way or I’ll have to teach you how to behave all over again.”
“Yes, Master. Sorry, Master.”
Matt was right. She should be focusing on the here and now, not ruining this one night with thoughts about her miserable life. The life she had hoped would be better than staying in Cherub. The life she had tried to convince herself that she wanted. The life where she spent virtually all her time thinking about Matt, dreaming about their time together, yet telling herself that she didn’t think about him at all. Who was she trying to convince? Where did reality begin and fantasy end? With Matt it had all been so real, yet so impossibly decadent.
Too good to last…
She wanted to feel that real again. That decadent. That anything was possible. That good.
Matt le
ant over and took hold of her left nipple in his mouth. Megan gasped as he sucked at the bud until it was fully distended. Then he lifted his head and took her hard bud between his finger and thumb. “Ready?”
She nodded.
He placed the end of the clamp over her flesh and let it take hold. She winced and curled her fingers as the initial pain set in.
“Relax, sub. Breathe deeply. Let the clamp do its magic.” He stared deep into her eyes and she was warmed to her very core. Matt had always possessed the ability to see into her, to reach down inside her and to calm and soothe her. How had she ever let him go?
You know why.
She took a few slow breaths, allowing her body to adjust to the extreme sensation. When she felt ready, she nodded again.
Matt repeated the process with her right nipple. When both of the clamps were in place, he held the cylinder up. “I’m going to turn this on low. Then I’m going to pay your cunt a visit. You can tell me if your color changes but most importantly, whatever I do, I do not want you to orgasm. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master.” Megan knew how difficult this was going to be yet she also welcomed it. Being lavished with attention was wonderful, even when she had to exert incredible self-control. She had become quite good at holding back her orgasms. But then, she’d had plenty of practice in the past.
How would she cope now? After so long? When she was already on the brink…
Matt flicked the switch on the cylinder attached to the clamps and they began to vibrate. The sensation immediately sent Megan gasping. The pleasure and pain mingled so that she didn’t know where the one ended and the other began. Oh delicious, sensual agony. She writhed on the kitchen island, unable to offer herself any relief. She pulled her knees up and dug her toes into the black marble, lifting her hips and swaying from side to side. Had Matt known that it would be a struggle for her, this first time after four years? Was that why he had cuffed her? So that she would be prevented from pulling the clamps from her now tender flesh?
But as the sensations continued, she began to relax. Her nipples throbbed between the unforgiving teeth of the clamps but the vibrations sent delicious little shocks right through her core, tingling in her clit and clenching in her womb.
Matt moved to stand at her feet. He took hold of her hips and pulled her to the edge of the counter, so that her bottom sat right at the end and her legs hung awkwardly apart. It stretched out her arms so that the cuffs pulled at her wrists, their cold circles digging into the fragile bones. Excitement pooled like spiced wine in her belly. She moaned, head back, breasts thrust outwards and jiggling as the clamps continued their unforgiving attention.
Matt picked up the can of whipped cream and shook it.
“Your cunt is so hot that it’s melted the cream.” He covered her pussy again. She peered down at the frothy white mound covering her Brazilian wax. It looked like shaving foam.
Matt grabbed her legs and pulled her thighs to rest against his chest. He bent her knees over his shoulders then pulled something out of his back pocket.
“What’s that?”
“What did you say, sub?” He glared at her.
“Sorry. I just…I thought…”
“What did you think?”
“That you were going to…”
“You thought I was going to eat out your sweet little cunt, did you?” He shook his head.
“Yes, Master. I’m sorry…but I thought that’s what the cream was for.”
“Well, as it’s been a while since I’ve seen you, I thought it would be nice to see more of you. Hence the razor.” He lifted the plastic double-bladed device so that she could see it clearly. “Don’t worry, it’s a new blade. Nice and sharp.”
Megan blinked. He was going to shave her? With whipped cream?
She lay back on the counter and closed her eyes. Relax. He knows what he’s doing. He won’t do anything to harm you.
“Color?”
This whole scene only worked with trust. A razor near her pussy made her nervous. She usually opted for waxing because she feared cutting the sensitive flesh down there. But now Matt, with his large powerful hands and intense gaze wanted to use one on her. Could she give him that much power? She had never let anyone shave her before.
She shuddered as he ran a finger over her clit. Up and down. Up and down. He caressed her inner lips then teased her cleft. She wanted him so badly it hurt. She would not get what she longed for without surrender.
“I am green, Master. Please continue.”
He nodded then removed the razor’s cover. Megan kept her eyes shut tight. She inhaled the unusual aroma of sweetened cream and her own arousal. It was laced with Matt’s fresh masculine scent. They smelled so good together.
Her heartbeat increased.
The only sounds in the room were the buzzing of the clamps and her breathing. The clinking of the cuffs against the metal mixer tap as she moved her hands. Then the slow crunching of the metal blade meeting the short line of pubic hair that remained after her recent waxing.
Slowly and carefully, Matt removed all of her pubes. She tried not to wriggle, afraid that even the slightest of movements could lead to a cut. It was almost impossible to keep still with the torturous assault upon her nipples and the burgeoning arousal deep inside.
But Matt’s hand was steady. He moved her gently each time he needed access to another section of hair. His touch as he parted her lower lips, and the sharp caress of the cold razor blades, increased the tension in her pussy. She ached for release and it took all of her strength not to beg for relief.
Finally, he gave her a nudge. “All done, sub.”
“Thank you, Master.”
He moved away from between her legs and opened a cupboard in the island. She watched him. He took out a sponge wrapped in cellophane. Once he had removed the plastic wrapping, he soaked it in warm water. He wiped her carefully, attentively, until all traces of the whipped cream were removed from her flesh, even cleaning between her buttocks. The act was so tender and so intimate that Megan’s eyes filled with tears.
She blinked them away.
Focus, Megan.
“Beautiful sub.”
“Thank you, Master.”
“And now I will reward your trust.”
“Thank you.”
Megan heard the desperation in her own voice. She was weakening by the minute. Matt had such confidence, such sexual power and she was drawn to him like a bear to honey.
Above the noise of the nipple clamps, she heard another buzzing.
She lifted her head.
Matt brandished a large black vibrator in his right hand. It was thick and long and curved at the end.
“This is a G-spot stimulator, sub. Though I’m sure you remember that.”
She nodded.
Matt slipped his hand between her folds and opened her vagina then he thrust the vibrator deep inside her. The shock of the penetration took her breath away and she yelped. But he continued to thrust the long, thick implement into her repeatedly. It stretched her vagina with its hard silicone girth, unforgiving in its penetration of her most intimate place.
With the combined attention of the wide vibrator inside her and the buzzing clamps pinching her nips, Megan began to climb to the pinnacle of arousal. She lifted her hips, allowing the vibrator to penetrate more deeply. It buzzed harder and harder against her G-spot as Matt upped the speed. She was extremely aroused by the physical and emotional elements of the act. Her body was stimulated but so were her heart and her mind. All her old feelings for Matt began to surface like the sweet, winking bubbles in a glass of Champagne. She had loved this man with everything that she was. He had been her whole world.
Could she feel that way again?
You already know the answer.
Matt pushed the vibrator into her as far as it would go then he left it there. Her whole torso seemed to buzz under the combined vibration of the battery operated devices. She tried to hold on, to maintain some sort of con
trol but reality was fast slipping away. She inhaled sharply as Matt lifted her hips with his strong hands and lowered his head to her groin then began to suckle her clit. His lips were warm and soft, his tongue was hot and persistent.
She shook with the effort of resisting orgasm.
“Master! No…please no…I can’t take it… I need to orgasm.”
The unrelenting attention on her nipples, in her pussy and over her clit was just too much to bear.
He lifted his head a fraction. Megan saw the power in his eyes. The delight he found in having total control.
“Then come for me, sweet sub. Come now.”
Sweet words and even sweeter actions as he lowered his head again, squeezing her buttocks tightly. He pushed back the hood of her clit before flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud and Megan writhed on the marble surface as she allowed herself to let go. Her nipples ached yet tingled. Her pussy was full of the powerful vibrator as it pummeled her g-spot persistently. And her clit throbbed with the sweetness of climax as ripple after ripple of ecstasy flooded through her and she gave herself up to the most powerful orgasm she had experienced in years.
When her shuddering finally slowed, Matt stopped the vibrator and removed it then cleaned her with the sponge again.
“I’m going to stop the nipple clamps now. Are you ready?”
“Yes.” She was stunned by the extreme pleasure that she had just experienced. Her connection with Matt was overwhelming. He had known her as a girl then as a young woman. He had been her first and initiated her into a whole new realm of sexual adventure. But the way she felt about him was more than just physical. So why had she abandoned him? Why hadn’t she believed that he was innocent when he had been accused of an act so awful that he’d been sent to prison?
Could she ever forgive herself for turning her back on him? Furthermore, would he ever be able to forgive her?
Matt was no angel, it was true. He had been a bad boy. He didn’t play by society’s rules in many areas of his life. At one point, that hadn’t mattered to Megan. Hadn’t mattered at all. But when she had gone away to college, she had seen another way of life. A life where people did play by the rules and avoid trouble and conflict. Yet that type of life didn’t always work out either. Matt and his motorcycle club, they looked out for one another. Looked out for their women and their families.
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