Fuck, I would have to get them? I coloured all over. I had to turn away from the bed to get the clamps, and I could feel Ryan’s eyes on my back. Unconsciously, I added a swing to my hips as I walked away from the bed.
The clamps were shaped like tweezers, with little bells at the tip. I found them exactly where he’d said they’d be. Pity, really, since the dresser drawer was full of interesting looking toys, balls, gags, cuffs. I wanted to stay and explore the contents of that drawer.
Ryan laughed behind me, a rich, wholehearted sound. “We have plenty of time later to explore that drawer together, kitten,” he said, warmly.
“Now, bring the clamps here, please.” His voice was even again.
I walked towards him, maintaining eye contact, trying hard to keep the blushing under control. I was naked, my nipples were hard, and I was about to hand him a set of nipple clamps. I was mortified at how wet I was by this.
“Nice,” Ryan repeated, taking the nipple clamps from my outstretched hand. “Now, Maya, pinch your nipples again, offer your breasts to me, and beg me to clamp your nipples.”
Holy crap. I gulped. I was going to have to ask him to put the clamps on? This was intense, this was… shit – this was my punishment!
My eyes flew to his face. “This is my punishment, isn’t it?”
He laughed. “You would have had too much fun with the whip; it would have hardly have qualified as punishment, would it?”
My lips twitched in response. Gods, he was devious. “What makes you think I’m not enjoying this?” I asked him, as my fingers tweaked my nipples. I pulled on them, hard, yanking them away from my chest. They elongated. I let myself moan, sneaking a peek at his face. His eyes had shut momentarily in need. Good. I liked affecting him.
“Please Ryan,” I asked, my voice now soft, hesitant, needy. “Please, Ryan, will you put these clamps on my nipples?”
He got up, in one fluid motion from the bed. His cock stood erect. “Since you asked so nicely, Maya…” He came up to me, pulling my back against his chest. “Raise your arms.”
I complied instantly. I lifted my arms above my head, and leaned against his chest, feeling his erection press against my ass. Mmm. This was really hot.
“Ready, Maya?” Ryan’s voice was easy, relaxed, a calm counterpoint to his obvious arousal. Quickly, he placed the clamps on my nipples, and set the bells tinkling.
My muscles had clenched in anticipation of the pain, but it didn’t hurt, not any more than my nipples being pinched. My nipples were throbbing though, and molten need was threatening to overflow my pussy.
I moaned, again. “Please Ryan.”
“Please what, kitten?” Damn his calm. I was shaking with need. The bells jingled. He was still pressed against my back, his hands tracing idle circles around my breasts. My breathing was uneven.
“Please fuck me.”
“A very tempting request, but not just yet, I think.” His hands trail lower, now tracing circles around my belly button, and then, lower still. I held my breath, parted my legs slightly to allow him better access. Would he touch me?
He did. He dipped one finger into my wet, waiting pussy, but carefully away from my clitoris, keeping his other hand on my clamped nipples. I moaned again. “Please.” It was all the words my brain could form.
“See how wet you are, Maya. Here, taste.” His finger was at my mouth. My lips parted, I sucked my pussy juice from his finger. The bells chimed again. What was Ryan doing to me? I felt so wanton, erotic.
“Still want to get whipped?”
I nodded. Yes, I definitely wanted to get whipped. My pussy was throbbing in response to the pulsing in my nipples. I was a wet, quivering mess under Ryan’s control, yet I felt incredibly alive. I wanted more.
He led me to the St. Andrews Cross.
“You can be tied up facing the cross, or facing outward,” he explained, “but let’s do outward since you have the clamps on.”
He made it sound like I had a say in this, which was such a lie. Not that I really wanted a say, I loved Ryan’s evil plans for me.
He was quick and efficient as he strapped my ankles in the restraints. I obediently held my arms up above my head; those were cuffed to the cross as well. I gulped. My legs were spread wide, and I felt very, very exposed.
I chewed on my lower lip.
“Want a drink?” Ryan asked, kindly.
Actually, now that he mentioned it, I realized I was pretty thirsty. Crazy hot sex can do that to you, I giggled to myself.
“Yes, please.”
He wandered away to the kitchen, to reappear a moment later with my glass of red wine.
“Your arms seem to be tied up at the present, Maya,” he said with some amusement, looking at me, holding my glass. “Here.”
He held the glass so I could take a sip. I blushed. If I was meant to feel helpless, it was working.
A few drops dribbled from my chin, onto my breasts. He groaned.
“Maya, you are killing me here,” he growled, as he lowered his mouth onto the spilled drops of wine. I hissed, trying to push my hips towards him. It was all too much to bear, the warmth of his tongue against my breasts, now lapping at a nipple. His fingers setting the bells ringing again. His hands all over my body. My brain stopped working and all I could do was feel.
He stopped, moved away from me, towards the dresser. He was obviously trying to steady his breathing. I was inwardly triumphant.
“You know,” he said, considering me quizzically, “it seems to me that you aren’t holding still very well. He held up a belt-like strap. “I think I should help you out here.” He moved towards me, placing the belt around my waist, and quickly strapped my waist to the cross. I moved experimentally against it to see how much slack I had. Not a lot at all.
“Much better,” he said, his lips quirking. “I do love seeing you all helpless and tied-up, kitten.” His hands traced my nipples, setting the bells off again. Heat radiated from them, all the way down to my pussy. I’d been wet for hours, I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Ryan, I can’t take much more of this,” I begged.
He just grinned at me. “And we haven’t even introduced the whip yet,” he said softly, looking at me. He leaned in, and quickly kissed my lips. “I love seeing you tied up like this.”
Back once more to the dresser, and then back again. This time, Ryan held a many-stranded black whip in his hands. I stared at it in curiosity.
“It’s a flogger,” he said, in response to my unasked question. “Not too long, made of suede, it’s a good, beginner flogger. Definitely more pleasure than pain, or so I’ve been told.” His voice was amused again.
My eyes were still on the flogger. Experimentally, I tested my cuffs. Damn, I was secured pretty well.
“Nervous?” Ryan asked, looking at me intently.
“A bit,” I admitted.
“Why?” He glided the flogger on my skin. I took a sharp, inward breath. Every nerve in my body tingled in response. I moaned.
“Why?” he repeated.
“I don’t know; it’s too much…” It was the transition. Earlier today, I’d been on a plane, consumed with nerves at the thought of our upcoming meeting. Earlier this evening, I’d cried on his couch, and been comforted in his arms. And now, I was tied up, bells on my nipples, and he was going to flog me? It was just too much of a pendulum shift.
“Kitten.” Ryan was in front of me, looking into my eyes. “What’s wrong? Do you want this to stop?”
“No.” I definitely didn’t want that. My voice was stronger.
“Do you want me to put away the flogger?”
I shook my head. I was feeling a bit like an idiot for killing the mood. “Sorry, I just needed a moment. I’m okay now.”
He looked at me steadily. His hand came out, fingers softly stroking my jaw. He leaned forward and kissed me. It was the softest kiss, all warmth and reassurance. “Are you sure?”
I nodded.
“You know, this will stop anytime yo
u want. Just say no. Or safeword.”
I nodded again. He looked so concerned; I wanted to reach out and touch him. “I’m okay,” I repeated.
“Okay then, Maya.” His voice changed, it was now crisp. “Ready?” With that, he raised the flogger, and expertly brought it down on my thighs.
Ooh. Wow. It felt like little strands of fire on my skin, but they didn’t burn me, they just warmed me up. An answering fire started kindling within me. I clenched my fists in the cuffs, my toes were curled in the leg restraints. This was wonderful.
“More, please,” I begged.
Ryan smiled at me. “Happy to oblige, kitten.” The flogger came down again, this time on my stomach. My muscles clenched. My nipples ached deliciously in their clamps; the bells chimed as I moved.
And again, this time on my right hip. And again, left hip.
His hand rose and fell, leaving flames behind where the flogger touched me. He whipped me steadily, but with care – avoiding my clamped nipples, and staying clear of my pussy. I was pushing myself towards the flogger as best I could; I was burning up, my body begging for release.
“Ryan, I can’t,” I begged. I couldn’t take much more of this.
He must have agreed, because he leaned in towards me, kissed the side of my neck. “Almost there, kitten,” he whispered into my ear. Then, with a quick movement, he removed the clamps from my nipples, and before the blood started rushing back into the nipples, the flogger had delivered four firm strokes on my breasts, and Ryan had dropped on his knees in front of my parted legs, three fingers pushed into my gushing pussy, his mouth on my clitoris, skillfully pulling me on the path of arousal, till my knees began to shake, my hands clenched in their cuffs and my thighs tensed. Then it was all flames and heat and warmth everywhere, as the most glorious release erupted in me, starting at the point where his mouth was meeting my body, and spreading through my body.
“Umm, wow,” I said softly, when I could form words again. That had been the most amazing experience of my life. “I think I like your playroom.”
He laughed as he unbuckled me, and grabbed me to steady me. “Come on, kitten,” he said firmly. “You’re exhausted. Time for bed.”
He carried me out of the playroom, and down the hall to his bedroom. I felt so vulnerable in his arms, so small and soft and oh-so-breakable. Warning bells were ringing in the back of my head, far away, cautioning me that I wouldn’t find walking away after two weeks easy at all. I shook my head, determined to ignore them. This was not the time to dwell on that.
He lay me down on the bed; I fell asleep in his arms.
Chapter 9
The sun was shining through the windows when I woke up the next morning. Ryan wasn’t next to me, but the smell of coffee was wafting through the apartment, and I jumped up, eager to find a bathroom, and to grab some coffee. I was astonished at how rested I felt.
I was, of course, naked. I looked at my reflection in the full-length mirror in the adjoining bathroom. My body was a little flushed, but there were no obvious marks from last night’s flogging. Nicely done, Mr. Clayborn, I remarked to myself, wryly. Ryan was clearly no stranger to the flogger.
Ryan had laid a set of towels on the bathroom countertop, along with an unopened toothbrush. Again, nicely done, Mr. Clayborn, I thought. Ryan evidently also knew how to cater to women sharing his bedroom. Well, what did you think, Maya? I scolded myself. He had always been surrounded by women.
“Good morning!” Ryan raised his eyebrows at my grouchy look, as I came into the kitchen, wearing one of his t-shirts. “You look grumpy, kitten,” he laughed at me, handing me a cup of coffee. It was perfection. Milk, sugar, just the way I took it. How did he even know how I took my coffee? Oh, but he was good, really, really good.
“I went downstairs for some croissants, come,” he gestured to the kitchen table. There was a basket of croissants, some butter and jam, and orange juice. It looked mouth-watering. As did he. He was wearing a black t-shirt and jeans, and he looked utterly delicious.
“Have you been up long?” I asked. What time was it? I looked around for a clock, saw the one on his kitchen stove. “Shit, it’s 11am?”
“Mmm-hmm. I didn’t have the heart to wake you.”
I sat at the table. He settled down across from me, and poured me some orange juice.
“You haven’t eaten yet?” I asked curiously, helping myself to a croissant. “You must be starving.”
He grinned. “I did eat,” he said, looking ridiculously pleased with himself. “And now, it’s time for second breakfast.”
I giggled. He looked so very cheerful this morning. “Second breakfast, isn’t that a hobbit thing?”
“Say what you want, baby,” he said loftily, munching on a croissant, demolishing it in two bites, and reaching out for another. “If you do want another croissant though, I suggest you hurry up and eat your first one before I finish all of them.”
“Why are you so cheerful?” I asked.
“Why not?” He smiled sunnily. “A beautiful woman is in my apartment, she’s agreed to spend the next two weeks with me; it all seems pretty good to me.”
“Hmm.” Sure, it was all pretty good to him. For me, the cold clear daylight had revived my sensible side, the one that was now engaged in reminding me how much it would hurt at the end of these two weeks.
I ate my croissant, took another sip of the perfect coffee. My good humour, uncertain since I woke up, was slowly returning, with each sip of the coffee. I decided to ignore my sensible side for the present.
“What do you want to do today?”
“Okay, I know this is ridiculously touristy, but I want to see the Eiffel Tower.” I was prepared for him to roll his eyes at me. God knows, I always rolled my eyes at people who came to San Francisco and wanted to see Alcatraz.
“Eiffel Tower it is, then,” Ryan said, agreeably, with absolutely no trace of eye-rolling.
“Seriously? You are okay with going to the Eiffel Tower? You live here, isn’t it too touristy?”
“Sure, it’s touristy. But if you want to go to the Eiffel Tower, Maya, then, now’s as good a time as any. It’s Monday, its mid-morning, its winter – if it is ever not going to be flooded with tourists, now’s the time.”
I smiled at him. He was being so good-natured. “Thanks, Ryan.”
He looked at me intently. “I’m happy to do this, Maya,” he said. “By the way, I got your stuff from Nina’s while you were asleep; I hope you don’t mind.”
“That’s great, thanks.”
“So, want to shower, perhaps wear something a bit more, umm, covered, than the t-shirt you have on, and we can get going?”
I laughed. The t-shirt had ridden up almost to my pussy when I sat down, and I was naked underneath. I was beginning to fear that that had passed unnoticed. Good, I liked that he noticed.
“Mmm.” I stirred the coffee with a spoon, and then put the spoon in my mouth, licking it gently. He visibly swallowed. I smiled, just a little bit smug. Where had this version of me come from? “Want to join me in the shower?” I asked.
“Sultry temptress.” Ryan shook his head at me. “We’ll never make it to the Eiffel Tower if I join you in the shower.”
“Are you sure?” I asked, mischief in my voice. I scooped some jam onto my fingers, and extending my fingers towards him, smeared it all over his right cheek. “Oops,” I said, grinning. “I guess you’ll have to clean up in the shower.”
He laughed, shaking his head at me. “Oh kitten,” he said, mock menace in his voice, “you are seriously going to regret doing that.”
I ran for it, turning to wink at him. “You’ll have to catch me first, you know.”
The shower was lovely and warm and crowded with the two of us in it. I leaned forward and licked the jam off Ryan. “Glad you could join me,” I teased. I was surprising myself with the way I was acting towards Ryan. I think deep down inside, I’d decided to just make the most of these two weeks.
Ryan groaned in response to the
feel of my tongue on his face, grabbed my back, pulling me into his hard body. The water cascaded around us. I leaned against his chest, feeling his erection against me. Mmm. This was an exceptionally good way to wake up.
“Don’t fall asleep, kitten, your mouth has work to do,” Ryan said easily. “Come on, on your knees, you have some atonement ahead for that jam.”
I beamed. I wanted Ryan’s dick in my mouth.
Ryan’s back was to the shower, blocking most of the water from hitting my face. I kneeled in front of him, and took his hard, ready dick in my hand. My tongue darted out and tasted the bit of precum that glistened on his cock. Ryan groaned. “Stop teasing, kitten,” he growled. “Hands behind your back, take me in your mouth.”
I obediently linked my hands behind my back, but I wasn’t really done teasing yet. I leaned forward, spreading my knees for balance, and took the head of his lovely cock in my mouth, sucking it like a popsicle. He growled again, but held still, letting me set the rhythm.
I sucked on his head, swirling my tongue gently around it, lapping up the precum as it formed. Ryan tasted delicious, salty and male and perfect. I moaned with him in my mouth. Already, my pussy was moist with need.
My tongue snaked down the length of his dick, and I experimentally licked Ryan’s balls. Ryan groaned in response, and his hands entwined in my hair. I expected him to pull me closer and deeper in him, but he didn’t. The reminder was clear though. For the moment, I could tease all I wanted, but his hands were in my hair; and at some point, his patience would wear thin.
I grinned to myself. I was going to enjoy this.
“Naughty, naughty Maya,” Ryan said, his voice hoarse with arousal.
In response, I plunged my mouth down the full length of his dick, withdrew, and plunged back down. His dick was hitting the back of my throat, but I did my best to breathe through my nose, and focused on setting a deep, hard rhythm. His hands tightened in my hair; his grip was almost painful. It was incredibly arousing.
And then I slowed again. Shallow strokes once again, sucking just the head of his hard, ready cock in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. Lapping at his cock like it was a rare treat. Long, slow licks, as the water fell, unnoticed, all around us. The heat rose in the shower. My pussy was drenched. It had gushed the instant Ryan had threaded his hands through my hair, reminding me, ever so subtly, that he was in charge.
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