by L. DuBois
He caught her gaze, raising a brow while a slight smile played on his lips. He knew exactly what he was asking her to do, and how difficult it would be.
Autumn raised her arms, thighs muscles tensed to keep her balance.
“Oh, and one more thing.”
Daniel slid down off the bench, kneeling on the blanket facing her. “You are going to tell me what you’re doing. I won’t be able to see it when the attachment slips into your pussy, so you’ll tell me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Controller in hand, he returned to the bench, but this time stayed leaning forward, elbows on his knees.
“Work your cunt onto the toy,” he commanded.
Autumn leaned forward and wiggled her hips until she felt the blunt tip. Slowly, so she wouldn’t lose her balance, she rubbed her pussy against it, until the rounded head was between her labia. She rose, enough that she could rub her clit against it a few times. She nearly came, and quickly stopped herself, canting her pelvis so the toy slid up the wet valley of her pussy to her entrance.
“You forgot what you were supposed to be doing,” he admonished.
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
“You were holding your breath a second ago. Why? Pain? Pleasure?”
She could lie to him, but she wouldn’t. He deserved the truth. “I rubbed my clit against the dildo.”
He reached into the bag. “And is that what I told you to do? Did I tell you to play with your little clit?”
“No, Sir.”
He raised a pair of nipple clamps, letting them dangle from his finger. “I’ll give you one more chance to follow instructions. Either you start telling me exactly what you’re doing, or instead of these clamps, which I intend to screw on nice and tight, I’ll go get some clover clamps.”
She winced. Clover clamps tightened when the connecting chain was pulled. Even on first application they were painful. While she was masochistic, that level of severe pain didn’t fit her mood, or this scene. This was about dominance, obedience, and pleasure.
“I have the mushroom dildo positioned right at…right where it’s about to go in.”
“The mushroom…?”
“It’s sort of shaped like a mushroom.”
“Makes sense. It’s actually a ‘knob stimulator’ since it’s shaped a bit like a doorknob.”
“In that case, the knob is almost inside me.” She pursed her lips and rolled her eyes a little at the lame double entendre.
Daniel smiled at her. Reaching out one long arm he stroked the top of her breast, and then flicked her nipple.
“Fuck yourself on it,” he said softly. “It’s going to be big. And with the plug in your ass, you’re going to have to work yourself onto the dildo.”
“Yes, Sir.” She adjusted her legs one at a time and then sank down. The knob felt impossibly big and blunt. She looked up. “I’m not sure it will fit.”
“It will.”
She bore down, wiggling. She felt stretched and tight, the plug in her ass shifting with each breath.
Once more Daniel knelt in front of her. “Do you need help?”
“Yes, please.” She started to rise up, assuming he was going to reach under her and fuck her with his fingers, or maybe lube up the knob.
“No.” Daniel put his hand on her shoulder, arresting her movement.
Holding her gaze, he looped the nipple clamp chain around his neck like a stethoscope and then reached out to pinch and pluck her nipples. Pleasure rippled through her.
He captured the tips of her breasts between thumbs and middle fingers, pinching lightly, and then stroked the flat tip of each nipple with the pad of his index finger. The sensation was so acute that her pussy clenched in reaction to the pleasure, and she moaned, grabbing fistfuls of her own hair and tugging, adding a little bit of pain.
“Talk,” he commanded.
“That feels so good. So fucking good. So…so precise. It’s like there’s a direct line, or nerve, or something, connecting my nipples and clit.”
“Good, slut. What else?”
“I’m pulling my hair, because I like it. Because I like that kind of pain.” Autumn had closed her eyes, because it was easier to narrate what she was feeling without knowing he was looking at her.
“And your pussy?”
“I’m…I’m wetter now. You made me wetter.” She wiggled, rubbing her opening all over the knob. “I’m going to try—”
She stopped on a shriek of pleasure. When she’d shifted her weight, the knob had slipped inside her with an almost popping sensation.
“It’s…it’s in,” she stammered. Opening her eyes, she met his gaze. “It’s big, and with the plug…I feel full.”
“Good. Now take it deeper.”
She whimpered.
He stroked her cheek. “Take it deeper for me.”
She felt soft and helpless. With a whimper she obeyed, working herself down on the knob. It wasn’t very long and after only a moment her crotch touched the Sybian.
“Well done. You deserve a reward.” Daniel bent his head, taking one of her nipples in his lips. He sucked, tugging her flesh deeper into the warm, wet hollow of his mouth.
She moaned, and arched into his face, which changed the angle of her hips, the knob sliding in a little bit more, while the ring handle of the plug came to rest on the saddle.
He switched to her other nipple, his finger going to the first, pinching and pulling, until the saliva-damp skin slid from between his fingers.
Autumn closed her eyes, whimpering in submissive bliss. She felt full and used, pleasured and owned. His forcing her—with nothing more than his words, his dominance—to take the thick toy in her pussy had pushed a button she hadn’t known she had. She loved this feeling of being forced to participate in her own degradation, of him commanding her to continue even when it seemed to be too much. Ordering her to fuck herself on the machine, while her ass was already plugged and sore from the spanking.
He pulled back, her nipple slipping from his mouth with an audible pop. She watched with soft, wary eyes as he slid the clamps from around his neck.
The first one went on the nipple he’d been fingering, rubber-coated teeth biting down on her flesh. When he used the screw to tighten the jaws she cried out, looking up at him, pleading without words for mercy.
He tightened it further.
Her head dropped in submissive acceptance as pain shivered down her torso. The other clamp went on just as tight, and she was making a soft, whimpering, whining sound at the back of her throat by the time he finished.
“You’re beautiful like this.”
“Will you tell me? What…what you see?” she asked haltingly.
His gaze searched her face. “Yes, lover, I will. But first, I think you’ve earned a reward.”
He picked up the controller.
A second later the motors between her thighs hummed to life, though the attachment was still.
“Lean forward a bit, so your clit is making contact.”
The moment she’d obeyed, adjusting the angle of her hips by arching her back, rather than actually leaning forward, which would probably cause her to faceplant, he flipped on the vibration.
Half a dozen soft little nubs were pressed into her clit and the surrounding skin. Each one of those started to vibrate.
“Holy shit,” Autumn breathed.
“How does it feel?”
“So…so good. Oh god it’s so, so good…I—”
The orgasm took her by surprise. Between one breath and the next the pleasure and pain he’d given her and the submission he’d demanded from her, came together with the pure physical stimulation of her clit. It was an orgasm built not just of physical sensation, but of emotional and mental pleasure.
Autumn reared back, screaming with the force of her orgasm. Her hands fell from her hair, slamming down onto the saddle, elbows locked to keep herself upright.
The vibrations slowed, and her orgasm started to subside. She was shaking, shivering.
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br /> That’s when he turned on the knob.
Deep in her pussy, the rounded invader started to move, swirling in a small circle. It was unlike anything she’d ever felt before, a strange, invasive, demanding touch. The kind of thing only a Dom, her Dom, who felt it was his right to touch and use every part of her body, would ever have dared. Each rotation made the fat head slide over her G-spot, then as it rotated to the back, bump against the plug.
Soon she was rocking in time with the rhythm, her body, which should have been replete after that first orgasm, starting to tighten once more.
“Please,” she whimpered.
“Please stop?” He waited, but all she could do was moan and rock her hips, fucking herself on the machine. “Please give you more?”
She shook her head, not in denial, but because she wasn’t sure what she was asking for.
“Luckily,” he murmured, “it’s not your decision to make, is it?”
“No, Sir.”
He flicked something, and the vibrations started up again. This time not only was the area below her clit vibrating, but so was the rear section. The base of the plug, wedged against the machine, transmitted those vibrations to her ass. The tender, surprisingly sensitive nerves of her ass hummed in response to the stimulation.
Daniel stood and started tearing at the laces of his leathers.
Autumn licked her lips, staring hungrily at his crotch. He’d filled both her ass and pussy, trapped her clit against the vibrating nubs, and clamped her nipples. The final thing she needed was something in her mouth. His cock in her mouth.
Shoving his pants down to his hips he shuffled forward. Without waiting for the command, she reached out, grasping his dick and bringing it towards her open mouth.
Daniel slapped her hand away. Looking up, she was shocked to see that he looked angry.
“No. We had an agreement.”
“But...” Everything had changed since then. She’d shared more with him, felt more, in these few hours, than she had in months of relationships with other men.
Daniel’s eyes glittered as he reached down, grabbing the chain between the clamps. He lifted it and thrust it between her teeth.
“Bite,” he commanded with a snap.
She closed her teeth around the chain, felt the tug as the clamps lifted, torquing her nipples.
“I will not break my word to you. Not ever. Do you understand?” He stroked her cheek with the back of his fingers.
She nodded, very carefully.
Daniel smiled down at her, the expression changing to something dark and dominant as his gaze slid down her body.
He stooped, grabbing the controller, then rose again, his cock so hard that it was angled up towards the sky.
“Use your hands on me,” he demanded.
Between her legs, the vibrations increased.
“I know you’re sensitive. Sensitive enough that the Sybian is causing you pleasure that is almost pain. That will only get worse.”
He was right. Her clit, still sensitive from her last orgasm sent conflicting signals to her brain—pleasure, pain. It distilled to simple sensation.
“I’ll turn it off when you make me come.”
Autumn reached to the side, grasping his cock in one fist, the other hand teasing his sensitive head, circling it with her fingers.
That motion echoed the way the knob was swirling inside her, hitting her g-spot with each pass.
“Lift your chin for me,” he murmured as he thrust into her hand.
She obeyed, whining around the chain clamped between her teeth as her nipples started to burn from sweet pain.
“Fuck, I’m close,” he murmured.
She cupped her palm over the tip of his cock, her hand slick from the fluid leaking from the slit. If she hadn’t had the chain between her teeth she wouldn’t have been able to stop herself from taking a taste.
Another orgasm ripped through her, and she wasn’t sure what was the catalyst—her clit being vibrated, the knob whirling inside her, the plug up her ass, or the sweet burning of her nipples thanks to the clamps.
Or maybe it was him. Knowing that topping her had brought him so close to his own release, despite the relatively little physical stimulus he’d had.
“Autumn.”
Her name was a command, and a prayer.
“Look up.”
Hand working his cock, she looked up at him, straining to do it without moving her head.
“No. Raise your chin and look at me.”
Something inside her relaxed, even as her body began to tighten once more as she approached another shattering orgasm.
She raised her chin, meeting his gaze. He’d commanded her to look up, knowing that it would mean added pain from the clamps. And she obeyed because he’d ordered her to. Because she trusted him enough to obey without worrying he hadn’t thought it through, or didn’t realize what he was asking. He knew. He wanted her to have that pain.
They looked into one another’s eyes, and everything faded away, the murmur of conversation coming from the other people in the courtyard, the buzz of the machine between her legs. It was just them, two people caught up in a moment of synchrony, their wants and needs meshing together so well that it was like an endless feedback loop.
The clamps, not tight enough to hold when forced to bear the weight of her breasts, popped off. Autumn’s eyes widened, and she screamed, not just in pain, but in pleasure, as the unexpected removal of the clamps trigged her third, blistering orgasm.
Daniel groaned, thrusting hard into her hands, the head of his cock grinding against her palm before he coated her fingers with ejaculate.
She hung there, caught in a pleasure so great that her muscles cramped and her ears were ringing.
Then the wave broke, the pleasure fading like water drawn back out to sea.
But the Sybian was still buzzing away. Her whole body felt like the skin had been stripped away, her nerves exposed. The pain she felt was no longer pleasure-pain, but pure over-stimulation. She opened her mouth, the chain of the clamps falling out.
“Daniel,” she gasped.
“I’ve got you, I’ve got you.” The Sybian clicked off, and then he was there, kneeling beside her, hugging her close as he eased her up and off the knob.
“Relax, lover, I’ve got you. Just hold on to me.”
She whimpered into his shoulder as he reached around and removed the plug, her ass spasming. Her whole lower body still buzzed faintly, leftover sensation from being astride something that vibrated.
Daniel sat back, legs stretched out in front of him, spread enough so that he could nestle her between his thighs. He’d pulled up his leathers at some point, but hadn’t re-laced them. She could feel his still semi-hard cock against her ass.
He must have signaled someone for help, because a moment later he was handed a soft blanket, not one of the wool ones from the courtyard basket. He draped it over her, pulling it up to her chin. She snuggled against his chest and closed her eyes.
She felt his lips touch the top of her head, a soft, barely-there kiss.
“You were beautiful, perfect,” he murmured. “Just rest now. Let me take care of you.”
She was glad he couldn’t see her face, didn’t see the silent tears that slid from under her lashes. If he’d asked why she was crying, she wouldn’t have been able to give him an answer.
Chapter 14
Daniel kept his arm around her as they walked back to the library. It was called the library, but the lovely dark wood shelves held collections of antique sex toys rather than books. It also had a long bar against one wall. The club was hopping, as full as he’d ever seen it. Every barstool was occupied, as were the several small cocktail tables near it, and the large couches by the mission-style fireplace.
“Hold on, just wait here for a second,” he murmured to her.
She nodded, her heavy-lidded eyes focused on the middle distance.
He snagged an empty club chair—with permission from the Dom sitting
in its mate. The chair’s former occupant was no doubt the woman currently kneeling on the floor with her head bent.
Dragging the chair into a corner, he half turned it so that they were facing one of the bookshelf walls but could still see the room. He wanted some privacy.
The lighted display in the closest bookcase was a series of glass dildos in graduated sizes. They caught the light, refracting it beautifully.
Daniel collected Autumn, wrapping his arms around her once more and guiding her through the room. A few Doms nodded at him, a brief acknowledgment. Every person in there knew, based not just on the blanket, but by the way he had his arm around her, his head bent over hers, that they were post-scene and about to engage in some aftercare.
When they reached the chair, he sat then tugged her down onto his lap so her back was to the room. She sat gingerly, wincing a little. If he were a truly good and chivalrous man her wince would have made him feel guilty. Instead he felt satisfied.
Spreading his knees, he shifted her so that her ass was between his knees, her legs draped over one thigh, her back supported by both his arm and the curved armrest of the chair. She wiggled, scooting herself further down so that she could rest her head against his neck and cheek.
“How are you feeling?”
She took her time answering. He stroked her leg over the blanket, ready to be patient, to sit in silence, for as long as she needed.
“Tired. Sore.” Her voice was a little scratchy.
“If you give me a second, I’ll get up and get you some more water.”
In the immediate aftermath of the scene he’d given her a water bottle, which she’d chugged while he cleaned her hand and then between her ass cheeks, with baby wipes.
“I’d rather you stay here,” she murmured.
“All right, lover.” The endearment came out of his mouth before he’d thought through the reasons why he shouldn’t say it.
Autumn tensed in his arms, then shifted, pushing herself up enough that she could twist to face him.
“You called me that before, in the scene.”
His heart was hammering in his chest and there were butterflies in his stomach. He was fucking ridiculous. He hadn’t felt like this since…well, he didn’t remember. If he were a normal person it would have been some cute story, like he’d felt these flutters the first time he kissed someone. But he wasn’t normal, and there were no cute stories.