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Trust

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by Sherri Hayes


  Stephan ran his hands up my legs and then back down until he came to my knees. Lifting slightly, he encouraged me to bend them, which only opened me more to him. He placed his hands on the inside of my thighs, holding me in position. “Beautiful.”

  I watched as he looked over every inch of me. Last night, when he saw I’d waxed for him, he’d gotten a look in his eyes, and he’d kissed me long and deep to the point where my head was spinning. There was almost that same something in his gaze as he stared down at me now that made me want to squirm. It sent the butterflies in my stomach fluttering like mad. What was he going to do?

  A minute later, I got my answer. He reached over and picked up the fur glove, sliding it over his left hand. Out of all the items he wanted to use on me tonight, the glove was the only one that didn’t make me anxious. The fur was soft. I knew it wouldn’t cause me pain.

  The first place he touched with the glove was my stomach. He rubbed the fur in all different directions, gradually branching out to my legs, my breasts, my neck, and even my arms. It was relaxing, and I felt my eyelids drifting closed.

  “What number, Brianna?” His voice was soft, almost mimicking the feel of the fur.

  I sighed. “One.”

  As the glove continued to move over my skin, his other hand began touching me as well. He would run the glove over a part of my body, and then his uncovered hand would brush lightly over the same area. The contrast caused me to shiver at times. It felt amazing, and all my nerve endings were on alert waiting to see where he’d go next.

  Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, Stephan changed things up and added his mouth to the sweet torture. Sometimes he’d kiss a spot on my body. Other times, he’d lick or use his teeth. I nearly jumped off the bed when he ran the fur glove down my side and followed it up by licking the same area with his tongue and then blowing along the wet trail he’d left. It tickled, and made me twist and pull against the ropes. Stephan smiled in response and then grazed his teeth along the same path, sending a much different sensation coursing through my body.

  I had no idea how long he spent touching and kissing me like this, but I knew I’d never felt anything like it. A part of me wanted to touch him like he was me, but there was another part that was enjoying the rope that was wrapped around my wrists. It reminded me of Stephan holding me down—securing me—making me feel safe. I stopped thinking and allowed myself to just feel.

  Closing my eyes, I reveled in the sensation of Stephan’s mouth as he sucked one of my breasts between his lips. Everything felt . . . more intense as he used his tongue to toy with my nipple. I heard someone moan, but I couldn’t tell if it had come from me or him. What he was doing felt so good that I didn’t care.

  He released most of my breast, with the exception of the tip of my nipple. Rolling it around between his lips, he tugged slightly, making it harder, then released it completely and blew on it.

  “Open your eyes, Brianna.”

  I did.

  “Good girl. Now keep them open. I want you to stay with me. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, Sir.”

  I saw movement out of the corner of my eye, but I didn’t remove my gaze from him. He looked down and took the breast he’d been playing with moments before into his left hand. The glove was no longer covering it.

  When he pinched my nipple, I knew what was coming and tensed up, waiting for the pain. “Relax, sweetheart. It won’t be any different than when I pinch your nipple, I promise.”

  Instinctively, I closed my eyes.

  “Brianna.” His firm voice made me snap my eyes open and look at him. He was frowning.

  It took me a minute to realize I’d disobeyed him. I immediately felt guilty. “I’m sorry, Sir.”

  He brought his fingers up to caress my face. “You’re forgiven, but I need your eyes on me. I need to see how you’re reacting. All right?”

  I nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Good.”

  Without any further delay, Stephan removed his hand from my face and brought it back down to my breast. He took my nipple between two of his fingers and twisted before pulling up, almost as if he were trying to lift me off the bed by my nipple alone.

  Pain zinged through my breast straight to the spot between my legs. It made no sense, but I loved when he did that.

  Before the feeling between my legs subsided, I felt something replacing his fingers. It wasn’t warm like his hands. It was cold, like metal.

  The metal constricted around my nipple, holding it. At first, I barely felt it apart from the cool texture. Then Stephan began to tighten it. I sucked in a lungful of air when I felt the start of the pain I’d been waiting for . . . and dreading.

  Only the horrible pain didn’t come. It hurt, yes, but not like I remembered. This was a dull pain. Stephan was right—it felt similar to when he pinched my nipples, except there was no let up. It was constant.

  “Is that too much, Brianna?”

  I shook my head. “No, Sir. It hurts, but . . .”

  “But you like it.”

  He was right. I did like it. But why? I didn’t like pain. Why did I like this?

  “Shh. I know what you’re thinking, love, and it’s different. A little pain can heighten the senses. There’s nothing wrong with liking it.”

  “But why do I like it now and not then?”

  Stephan leaned forward. Hovering over me, he pressed our foreheads together, looking me directly in the eye. “Because I’m not trying to cause you harm. I’m attempting to increase the endorphins your body naturally creates to make things more pleasurable for you—for both of us.”

  As he spoke, he reached down and began tweaking my other nipple. I moaned.

  “That’s it. Keep your eyes on me and stay with me in the moment. Let yourself feel . . . experience.”

  I looked into his eyes and gradually felt a calm come over me. It was mixed with the butterflies and the pulsing between my legs, but it was still there. This was Stephan, and I trusted him to take care of me.

  He must have sensed the shift in me, because he pushed himself back up between my legs and continued working on my other breast. When the nipple was hard like he wanted it, he placed a clamp over it, too, and began tightening it. This one pinched like the other one, but I was expecting it, so it wasn’t as shocking.

  After taking in every inch of me again, he placed a soft kiss to the top of one of my nipples—the first one he’d clamped. When his lips touched, a spark of electricity shot through it, and I felt moisture rush to my sex. How was this possible? He did the same thing to the other one. My breathing was becoming more labored, and I saw that wicked smirk return.

  Stephan reached over and put the fur glove on his left hand again and resumed running it over my body, including my now very sensitive nipples. I couldn’t believe how much the sensations changed. I felt as if I were on fire. Not just my nipples but everywhere. I had to concentrate to keep my eyes open because all I wanted to do was close them—and feel.

  Stephan

  Brianna was doing well. She’d had a moment, but with a little work, she’d made it through. My pride in her was almost more than I could contain.

  Being able to touch her like this, play with her even in the simplest of ways, was exciting on many levels. Every step she took forward gave me confidence that one day she could, and would, move past what had been done to her. I was under no illusions that it wouldn’t take time—a lot of time—but it was possible. Brianna fought for what she wanted. That inner strength would see her through no matter what life threw at her. I was just happy she was allowing me to be part of it.

  Brianna gasped as I rubbed the fur glove back and forth over her nipples. She was reacting as I’d hoped to the clamps. Seeing her laid out before me like this, with her hands tied above her head and the silver clamps on her nipples, had my cock straining against the confines of my pants. I knew better than to get completely undressed yet, though. If I did, this would end much sooner than I wanted it to.r />
  Sliding the glove off my hand, I tossed it to the side and bent down to press my lips to the tips of her breasts. She was watching me with hooded eyes. “Number?”

  She released a ragged breath. “Two.”

  I smiled and pushed myself up her body a little farther until my face was level with hers. My chest grazed her sensitive nipples, and I enjoyed the way her eyes rolled back in her head slightly.

  Using her distraction to my advantage, I took possession of her mouth with mine, slipping my tongue between her parted lips. Tasting her did nothing to calm my arousal, but I attempted to ignore it and focus on my mission. Keeping myself propped up with my left arm, I reached between us with my right and found the slick moisture waiting for me between her legs. She was so wet, I knew that she was almost ready for the dildo.

  I took my time, however, and kissed her slowly while I rubbed my fingers up and down the folds of her pussy. Every now and then, I’d venture upward and circle her clit, but for the most part, I kept my attention lower. This wasn’t about her coming . . . yet. I wanted her so worked up—so on edge—that she wouldn’t think twice about the dildo I was going to insert inside her. She was almost there, but not quite.

  After another pass with my fingers around the outside, I pushed two fingers inside her pussy. Her muscles contracted around the intrusion almost immediately, and I deepened the kiss. Brianna was so far gone at the moment, I wasn’t sure she knew the specifics of what was happening. She was with me, though—here and now. That was what mattered.

  When her hips began to buck against my hand, searching for friction, I knew it was time. A whine escaped her throat when I removed my fingers. I raised my head to look down at her.

  She opened her eyes to look up at me. Her pupils were fully dilated and glazed over. I brushed some of the hair out of her face with my left hand, keeping her focus on me, while I retrieved the pink dildo I’d bought her.

  I shifted slightly, which caused her to suck another strangled breath as her nipples absorbed the added stimulation. Using the distraction, I kept my gaze on her face as I pushed the dildo the first few inches into her pussy.

  The moment what I was doing registered, Brianna’s eyes opened wider and lost some of that glazed look. “It’s okay. I promise it won’t hurt. Relax.”

  I readjusted my hand, freeing my thumb to brush light circles around her clit. It took her a couple of minutes, but she nodded and took a deep breath.

  Removing my thumb from her clit, I slowly began moving the dildo inside her until she gradually accepted it all. Little by little, the tension in her body left, and she let the feelings take over again. It was a sight to see, watching her reactions as I thrust the dildo in and out of her.

  When I knew Brianna was getting close, I repositioned myself between her legs. Keeping the dildo moving with my right hand, I used the thumb of my left hand to tease her clit again.

  The reaction I got was nothing short of thrilling. She began raising her hips up off the bed in time to meet the thrusts of the dildo. Her gaze never left mine, but it was so glazed over I wasn’t sure if she was actually seeing me or not.

  She gasped for air, her limbs shaking. I moved my hands so that the thumb on my right was able to graze her clit with every inward push of the dildo, freeing my left hand. Using my now free hand, I brought it up to her right nipple. She’d had the clamps on for long enough. They needed to be removed, and what better way to do that than as I gave her permission to come.

  I grabbed the clamp between my fingers and lowered my mouth to her nipple. “Come.”

  At the same time, I loosened the clamp, allowing the blood flow to return to her nipple, and began licking the extremely sensitive area.

  Brianna screamed. It was different from her usual screams of passion but similar at the same time. She pulled at the ropes holding her to the bed and bucked against me. Her orgasm lasted much longer than normal, which put a huge smile on my face.

  When she calmed down, I checked in with her. “Are you all right?”

  “Yes.” I could tell she was still trying to catch her breath.

  “Good. I need to take the other nipple clamp off. It will hurt a little, but I’ll try to make it as painless as possible.”

  She nodded, and pressed her lips together in concentration.

  Repeating what I did with the other side, I bent over her breast, and as soon as the clamp released her nipple, I sucked it into my mouth. Brianna let out a squeak of pain and then a sigh as my tongue eased the hurt.

  Once I was sure she was okay, I placed all the toys back on the nightstand and stood over her. “How are your arms feeling?”

  “Fine.”

  “No tingling? Numbness?”

  “No, Sir.”

  Just to be sure, I ran my index finger around the edges of the knot to make certain it wasn’t pulling after her thrashing about. It wasn’t.

  Satisfied that there were no circulation issues, I walked the short distance into the bathroom and got her some water. We’d get some food shortly, but I didn’t want her to dehydrate in the meantime.

  Brianna drank the water with my help. She was starting to come down from her high, which meant it was time to get back to work. I placed the now empty glass on the nightstand and stripped out of the rest of my clothes.

  Rejoining her on the bed, I laid beside her this time, instead of on top of her. The ropes were loose enough that I could roll her over to face me. I wrapped my arm around her, drawing her close, and kissed her. This wasn’t a soft kiss. It was one that reminded her who she belonged to, and I felt her body’s response almost immediately.

  Grasping her leg, I brought it up to rest on my hip, opening her to me. I grabbed her ass and pulled her closer, letting her feel how much I wanted her. She pulled at the ropes, and I knew she wanted to touch me. This only made me more excited.

  I slid my fingers lower until I reached her pussy. This time, I didn’t dance around the issue. Instead, I thrust two fingers inside her without preamble.

  Brianna accepted everything I gave her, and by the time I removed my fingers and pushed my cock inside her, she was dripping wet and moaning with every thrust of my hips.

  It took Brianna a moment to realize what was happening, because she’d been so caught up in the moment. I knew exactly when she did, because her eyes popped open. “Sir?”

  “This is what you wanted?” I punctuated each word with a thrust of my hips. “You wanted to feel me inside you without a condom. Wanted me to come inside you. Didn’t you, Brianna?”

  “Y-yes, Sir.”

  Her nipples were still very sensitive, and our position meant that with every movement, my chest brushed against hers. It didn’t take either of us long to reach the point of no return.

  “Come for me, pet,” I whispered against her lips.

  This time she wasn’t as vocal, but I felt every spasm of her orgasm around my naked cock as she milked me. The feeling was too much, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. With another hard thrust, I emptied myself into her for the first time.

  Chapter 42

  Stephan

  As my breathing returned to normal, I reached up and released the ropes binding Brianna’s wrists. Her arms fell to either side of her head as if weighted down. She appeared to be utterly relaxed, and so far she’d not shown any signs of discomfort or agitation from my cum. I hoped that continued to hold true, but I wasn’t going to push it. This had been a positive experience for her so far—our first real time playing together with toys and bondage—and I wanted to keep it that way.

  I separated us enough so that I could lift her into my arms. Once I was sure I had a solid hold on her, I swung my legs off the bed and stood.

  Brianna’s only response was to turn her head into my chest and hum. Her arms hung limp, with one dangling down toward the ground. I wasn’t even sure she was conscious of anything besides me. The only reason I knew she was aware of my presence was by the way she leaned into me and smiled. Placing a soft kiss on
her temple, I carried her into the bathroom.

  Although it took some maneuvering, I kept her on my lap as I leaned over and turned on the water for the tub. Brianna needed some aftercare, and she needed to get cleaned up. This would kill two birds with one stone.

  Once the water was ready, I sat her down in the tub. Again, it took some effort on my part. Brianna wasn’t difficult for me to carry if I were walking from one room to the next, but sitting her down in a bathtub was a little more challenging, especially without much assistance from her.

  Somehow I managed and then stepped in behind her. I eased myself down until my back was against the hard edge of the tub. Pulling Brianna back against my chest, I wrapped my arms around her and began massaging her wrist with my fingers.

  She tilted her head back and slowly opened her eyes.

  I smiled and brushed my mouth against hers. “How do you feel?”

  Brianna blinked several times as if the sound of my voice was bringing her out of the fog she was in. “I feel . . . rubbery.”

  I chuckled. “Rubbery?”

  She nodded and sighed as she leaned her head back against me. “Like my bones are made of rubber.”

  “Ah.” I rested my cheek against her head as I continued to work my way up her arm.

  When I reached her elbow, I lowered her arm back into the water and started working on the other one. Aftercare was extremely important, especially if a submissive went into subspace, which I was fairly certain had happened to Brianna. I wanted to make sure she came down slowly and that she felt loved and taken care of. This was an important part of play, and one I’d always enjoyed to a certain extent. I had to admit, though, it was different with Brianna, as so many other things were. With Sarah and Tami it had felt more like part of my job—my responsibility as a Dom. Working out any knots or tension in Brianna’s arms and shoulders was an extension of my showing her how I felt about her.

 

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