by Marie Force
“He won’t let her stay that way long enough for it to hurt.”
Sure enough, he raises her legs to counterbalance the weight on her arms. He tweaks the bindings until she is partially reclined, her legs open and attached to another set of hooks that hang from the ceiling. “Does anything hurt?” he asks.
She shakes her head, and that’s when I realize she’s also gagged. I’d never go for that. The very idea of it is repulsive to me. She’s tiny compared to him, and when he walks around her to inspect his work, I gasp when I see that he’s indeed huge all over.
Jasper chuckles at my reaction.
“He’ll cripple her.”
“And she’ll love every second of it. Watch.”
I have no idea how long we’re there, but we watch as he affixes clamps to her nipples and clitoris. Even over the gag, we can hear her high-pitched shrieks of pain as the teeth of the devices clamp down on her flesh. He soothes and comforts her, but he doesn’t remove the clamps.
My own nipples and clit stand up to take a closer look at what’s happening in the other room. I cross my arms, looking for some relief.
Jasper moves behind me, sliding his arms around my waist and bringing his hands up to cup my breasts, running his thumbs over my nipples as he presses his hard cock into my back. “I’ve got you, love. Just relax and enjoy. It turns them on to know we’re watching.”
I can’t imagine being watched by strangers during such an intimate moment, but I’m finding that people enjoy a lot of things I’ve never imagined doing.
The man reaches for an object on the table next to him and holds it up for her to see. Her eyes get big and round, and she shakes her head.
“How does she use her safe word if she’s gagged?”
“They’ll have worked out a signal that stops everything if she does it. Such as blinking twice in rapid succession or rolling her eyes or something that tells him it’s game off.”
“So shaking her head to say no doesn’t do it.”
“Nope. The only thing that stops everything is the signal they’ve worked out in advance.”
“What is that thing?”
“It’s a butt plug.”
“That is going in her butt? Jesus. It’s huge!”
His body shakes with silent laughter.
I elbow him. “It’s not funny! She’ll never sit down again.”
“Sure she will. He’s probably getting her ready to take him there.”
“No way. There’s no way in hell he’d ever fit.”
“Not only would he fit, he’d make her love it.”
I can’t believe I’m standing here watching him work that enormous plug into her ass while she writhes and grunts and screams as much as she can over the gag. Her body glistens with perspiration, and tears run down her cheeks. Part of me wants to rush in there and rescue her. I have to keep reminding myself that she knew ahead of time what he was going to do and agreed to it. Though I find it hard to believe she agreed to have that thing jammed up her ass. By the time the object is fully seated, she’s trembling madly. He runs his hands over her legs before dipping his head to lick her pussy. Whatever he does to her has her screaming again, this time in obvious pleasure.
She’s still coming when he drives his big cock into her, making her go stiff with what appears to be shock and pain and pleasure all mixed together. My knees buckle under me, and only Jasper’s arm around me keeps me upright as the man hammers into his sub, his pace relentless and merciless.
“He’s going to hurt her,” I whisper.
“No, he won’t. He’s watching over her very closely to make sure she’s enjoying it as much as he is.”
I have to force myself to keep watching, to remain present when all I want to do is duck my head and look anywhere but at what’s happening right in front of me. Then he moves his hands to her breasts, toying with her until he releases the nipple clamps and she screams again, thrashing in agony when he also releases the clit clamp.
“Watch her face,” Jasper says softly against my ear.
I zero in on her face and can’t deny that something has changed. She’s slipped into a Zen-like trance as he continues to plow into her, his pace unrelenting.
“That’s called subspace,” Jasper says. “It’s when the endorphins kick in and take the sub right out of the present into a state of blissful acceptance. It’s one of the most transcendent sexual experiences a person can have.”
His description reminds me an awful lot of the way I felt after the first time we made love.
We watch as the man finally climaxes, surging into her repeatedly. Then he immediately gets to work tending to her, removing the plug and the gag and then releasing her from the restraints. He gathers her into his arms and holds her close to him, whispering words that I can’t quite make out.
Though her eyes remain closed, her small, satisfied smile tells me she’s more than fine.
“Come.” With his arm around my waist, Jasper escorts me from the room on legs that are less than steady. He leads me to a seating arrangement in the hallway and sits next to me on a love seat. “Talk to me. Tell me how you’re feeling.”
“Overwhelmed, turned on, more curious than I was before.”
“Do you want to see more?”
“I want to see everything.”
His eyes blaze with heat as he leans in to capture my mouth in a kiss that has me wanting to rip his clothes off and have him right there, to hell with who might see us. “You’re so bloody perfect,” he whispers when we come up for air. “When you first told me you wanted a baby, all I could think about was having the chance to finally touch you. But now, there’re so many other things I want to do with you besides make a baby.”
“You want to do this stuff with me?”
“Hell, yes. I want to do everything with you, but only if it’s what you want, too.”
“I… I think I’d like to try some of it, but only with you. I couldn’t do it with anyone but you.”
“You’d better not do it with anyone but me, or I won’t be responsible for my actions.”
“You’re sounding awfully possessive for a man who prides himself on not getting involved.”
“You noticed that, did you?”
“Mmm.” I nod as I let my gaze drop to his lips, which are still wet from our kisses.
“I want you to do something for me.”
At that moment, I think I’d give him anything he wanted. “What’s that?”
“Don’t join that dating service.”
“Jasper—”
“Give me some time to figure out some things before you date other guys.”
“How much time?”
“I don’t know yet, but please… All I know is the thought of you with other guys makes me crazy.”
“This wasn’t supposed to be serious. It was about making a baby. And now…”
“And now… I’m asking you not to see anyone but me.”
“Aren’t you asking for more than that? Isn’t that why we’re here?”
“If I could have anything I wanted, I’d be asking for everything with you. This,” he says, gesturing to the club, “the baby, your whole damned life if you’d give it to me. But I’m not at liberty to ask for that. Not now anyway.”
“How can you feel that way about me when only a week ago we were just friends?”
“We were never just friends. Not in my mind anyway. And when you told me you wanted a baby, I saw an opportunity to have more with you. I wasn’t strong enough to walk away from that opportunity, even if I probably should have.” He runs his finger over my cheek, setting off chain reactions I feel everywhere, especially between my legs. Brushing his lips against mine, he says, “Do you want to watch some more, or do you want to play?”
“Here?”
“Uh-huh. Devon made a room available to us if we’re interested.”
I swallow hard. “Would other people be watching us?”
“Not the first time. That would be just for us.�
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“I…”
“No pressure, Ellie. It’s totally up to you.” He drops soft, openmouthed kisses on my neck, driving me wild with the touch of his tongue on my skin. “Whatever you want, whenever you want it.”
“I want it.” I want it so badly, I don’t even know quite how to ask for what I want.
“Tell me.”
“What he did to her. I want that.”
“How much of it?”
“All of it, except for the gag and the clit clamp. That’s not at all appealing to me.”
“To be clear, you want to be restrained, you want your nipples clamped and your ass plugged while I fuck you. Is that right?”
I swallow hard. Part of me can’t believe I’m even here, let alone agreeing to a laundry list like that one. “Yes.”
“What would you like your safe word to be?”
“How about ‘baby’?”
He smiles. “That’s a good one.” Squeezing my hand, he says, “You’re sure about this?”
“Yes, Jasper, I’m sure.”
“And you won’t join the dating service?”
“I won’t join the dating service. If that’s what you want.”
“That’s what I want.”
Chapter 13
It’s possible I’ve died and gone straight to heaven. Ellie is naked and bound, her legs spread as far apart as I could get them. Because this is her first time, I didn’t suspend her. Rather, her arms are stretched over her head and attached to the iron rails of the bed, and her knees are bound to clips above the bed. The position is nothing less than obscene, and I love it. I can’t wait to feast on her, but first I have to put her at ease. She’s trembling madly, and her eyes are darting around the room, a sign of impending panic.
“Take a deep breath, love.”
She does as she’s told, drawing in a shaking deep breath.
“Now let it out.” I walk her through a series of deep breaths until I see her begin to relax ever so slightly. “Keep breathing, and tell me your safe word again.”
“Baby.”
“You know if you say that word, everything comes to a halt, right?”
“Y-yes.”
“You look so beautiful. Do you have any idea how amazing I think you are, how fearless and sexy?”
“I’m not fearless.”
“You have no reason to fear me. Ever. I’d rather die than ever hurt you. Tell me you know that, too.”
“I do. I know that.”
“And you trust me to make this amazing for you?”
“I trust you.”
“That means so much to me, my love. You’ll never know how much.” I kiss her softly and sweetly, sensing she needs both right now. “Now you don’t say another word except your safe word and only if you need it. Are we clear?”
She nods, and I brush the hair back from her face as I withdraw from her to prepare for the scene. First, I remove my clothes and then I choose from a wide array of objects in the closet Devon keeps supplied for his members. I take my time getting ready, knowing the anticipation will ramp up her excitement and her anxiety, both of which will feed her pleasure.
I return to her, overwhelmed with gratitude for her bravery and more aroused than I can ever recall being before a scene. I’ll admit that some of this has become rote and routine after so many years in the lifestyle, but there is nothing rote or routine about it with Ellie, especially knowing this is the first time she’s ever done anything like this.
I start off with soft kisses on her neck and throat, working my way down to her breasts. Her nipples are already hard and tight, and I spend long minutes licking and sucking them until she’s writhing under me, looking for more. I place the first clamp on her left nipple, and she screams from the pain of the teeth sinking into her sensitive flesh. I lick the clamped nipple, and she whimpers. I notice her pulse hammering in her throat, and I lick her there, too.
I kiss down to her belly, dragging my tongue in circles around her belly button and then down to her sweet pussy, where the wetness is running down to her ass. Christ, I love that she’s so turned on. It’s the greatest fucking thrill of my life to know that I’ve done that to her. I draw her clit into my mouth, sucking and tonguing her. She’s so caught up in what I’m doing to her pussy that she doesn’t see the second nipple clamp coming until it bites into her flesh just as I suck harder on her clit. Every one of her muscles tightens into a full-body orgasm that makes her scream.
“I don’t recall telling you to come,” I whisper against her thigh, taking a nibble of that soft flesh, causing her to startle. “That’s grounds for punishment, love.”
I can see that she has plenty to say to that, but she wisely bites her tongue and only glares at me.
Laughing, I reach for the bottle of lube on the table next to me and squeeze a generous amount onto my fingers. They slide through her wetness to her anus, which tightens around my fingers. “Let me in, darling. It’ll feel better if you push back against me.”
She grimaces as I push my fingers past the tight band of muscles, preparing her for the much bigger plug. She’s already shown me how much she likes when I play with her ass, so I know she’s going to love being plugged. Well, maybe not at first, but I’ll bring her around.
When I decide she’s ready, I reach for the medium-sized plug that I’ve already lubed and replace my fingers with it, pressing insistently until her muscles yield to allow it in. I wish I’d thought to film her expressions and the sounds she makes the first time she’s plugged. But I don’t need the footage, because I’ll never forget any of it. I’ve done this many times before, but it’s never felt as intimate or important as it does with her.
I’m beginning to accept that nothing will ever feel the way it does with her. Having her here at the club, embracing something that’s so important to me, is another step on this journey we’ve been taking together. I’ve been a fool to think I could do a hit-and-run with her, leaving her to raise my child without me. As I watch her determination, her desire to please me with her submission, I feel a sense of peace come over me.
She’s the answer to every question I’ve ever had about who I am and where I belong. I belong here with her, not in England tending to a legacy I never wanted. There has to be a way out of my obligations to my family so I can stay here and make my own family—with her.
As the plug sinks into her, I watch over her carefully, seeing the first signs of subspace in her almost trancelike expression. I take my cock in hand, stroking myself before I begin to push into her, slowly because she’s tighter than usual due to the plug. Grasping her hips, I press forward, and her mouth falls open in a silent scream that travels like an electrical current to my balls.
This is one hell of a time to realize I’m in love with this woman who is bound and clamped and plugged for me and who will soon, I hope, be pregnant with my child.
I’ve lost all sense of time. I have no idea if we’ve been in this room for an hour or five hours. What does it matter? I’ve turned myself completely over to Jasper, and he’s in charge. I’m floating, or that’s how it feels until he removes the clamps on my nipples. The shocking blast of pain draws me out of the detached state I’d slipped into, forcing me back to reality.
Between the pain radiating from my nipples and the tight squeeze of his cock inside me, my senses are overloaded. Tears roll down my cheeks, but I don’t feel sad. Actually, I feel elated and overwhelmed, but in the best possible way.
I’ve never surrendered control like this before, and I would’ve expected to feel more afraid than I did coming into this room, knowing what was going to happen. But I trust Jasper so completely that fear is the one emotion I haven’t experienced in here.
He’s seen to my every comfort, from the fur-lined cuffs around my wrists to the velvet bindings that hold my legs open for him. Other than the clamps and plug, which weren’t comfortable at all but sent my arousal into the stratosphere, nothing about this has been more than I can handle.
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sp; I love the way he watches over me, gauging my every reaction, and that we talked about everything beforehand, so nothing is a surprise. I’ve been intimate with him for only a few days, and we’ve already talked more about sex than I have with every other man who came before him combined. Not that there were legions of them, but enough to know that the chemistry between Jasper and me is unusual—and exceptional.
He caresses my clit as he presses into me, and the pressure mounts all over again. I’m not supposed to come without his permission, but he’s doing everything he can to make it impossible for me to follow that particular order. And I suspect he’s doing it on purpose so he can punish me later. The thought of how he will punish me, combined with his fingers sliding over the tight knot of nerves at my core, sends me flying in a full-body orgasm that’s ripped from my very soul.
I must’ve screamed, because afterward, my throat is achy. He’s on top of me, and we’re both breathing hard and fast as our bodies throb and tremble in the aftermath. After a long period of silence, he withdraws from me and begins to release my bindings before gathering me into his arms and covering me with a blanket.
“Take a drink,” he says, holding a bottle of water to my lips.
My mouth is incredibly dry, and I take greedy sips from the bottle.
He brushes the hair back from my face and gazes down at me.
I’m so tired, I can barely keep my eyes open, but I don’t want to lose this fragile connection to him.
“Are you okay?”
“Mmmm.”
“Words, darling. I need words.”
“I’m okay.”
“How do you feel?”
“Good. Really good.”
“Okay, love,” he says with a sigh that might be relief, “you can rest for a bit before we go home.”
Letting my eyes close, I mumble, “You forgot something.”
His low chuckle is a rumble against the ear I have pressed to his chest. “I haven’t forgotten anything.”
If I weren’t so tired and sated, I might worry about the removal of the plug, but I’m too blissed out to worry about something so trivial. I’m not sure if I actually sleep or only doze off, but his kisses on my face and lips bring me back to him. “I need to get you home so you can get some sleep.”
