Jude imitated Lori’s actions on her other nipple, plucking it in tandem with her motions until she had to grit her teeth. “Now, stroke it, baby. Circle the areola. They’re gorgeous. I love how full they are. When was the last time you wore clamps?”
“With you, Sir.”
He fondled her right nipple, flicking it and pinching it in an undetermined pattern until it stood more rigid. A smile lifted the corners of his lips. He dipped his hand lower and held Lori’s globe gently underneath. “So soft.”
Lori moaned and then bit her lip, but it was too late.
“You’ve gotten noisy.”
“Sorry, Sir.” It felt so strange having a conversation while Jude teased her breasts to the edge of sanity.
Jude surprised Lori by kissing her shoulder and nibbling on her neck. He pulled away just as quickly. “Show me how you like your pussy stroked.” He released her breast and lowered his gaze.
Lori inched her fingers down her belly.
“Pull your folds open. I want to see how pink you are.”
Lori used both hands to open herself to his view, her thumbs and fingers stretching her outer lips apart.
“So gorgeous. Just how I remember. And so wet.” He grazed his finger over the line of groomed hair above her pussy.
“I like this little runway you have going up the middle. Do you shave it yourself?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I’ll be doing it now.”
Lori’s pussy leaked. There was no way to hide it in this position. She would do anything to ease the ache building in her lower belly from need.
“You’re awfully stiff. Will you come if I stroke your clit?”
“Probably, Sir.” She’d always been easy to arouse under his administration, but not this easy. It had been too long without him. She couldn’t keep her body from reacting to his dominance. Her pussy was soaked and her skin was splotchy and pink.
Lori moaned again at the suggestion.
“Touch your clit for me.” Jude held her thighs with both hands.
When she stroked the bud, the contact made her lift her ass off the bed.
“Oh, baby, you are easy. It’s been so long, hasn’t it?” He stroked her belly and up between her breasts. When he reached her chin, he caressed her lips in a circle, but his attention focused on her clit. “Calm down, baby. I don’t want you coming without permission.”
She nodded, but her teeth were gritted and she blinked several times.
“Easy,” he soothed. “Deep breaths.”
Hell, she was as close to coming as she’d ever been. Jude kept fondling her—her cheek, her chin, her neck, her shoulders, her breasts.
“I want you to pump two fingers inside your pussy, and you’re not allowed to come.”
Lori was still holding herself open. She let go with one hand and pressed two fingers inside as slowly as she could manage. She didn’t bend them, not wanting to make things worse by touching her G-spot.
“Look at me, baby,” Jude commanded, his voice harsher than it had been for several minutes.
She tried. Her eyes were glazed over and she had trouble focusing.
Jude held her gaze as he instructed her. “I know you don’t masturbate like that, baby. Curl your fingers and drag them across your G-spot.”
She held her breath and flicked her fingers over the spot that would send her soaring on a normal day.
“Good girl. Pull them out and suck them clean, baby.”
She brought her fingers to her mouth and licked her juices off. Salty and sweet.
“Sexy.” Jude inched his fingers closer to the juncture of her thighs. He held her open wide with his thumbs. “Fuck yourself, baby.”
Lori held herself rigid as she pushed her fingers back inside. She was so close it took all her concentration not to come. Sweat beaded on her forehead even though the room was not warm.
“Fast and hard. Show me how you usually masturbate.”
She stiffened, stroking over her G-spot several times.
She moaned deep and loud, unable to hold off. “I can’t… Sir, I’m going to come.”
“Wait for it,” he demanded. “Control, baby.”
Her head fell back and she rocked it side to side on the headboard. “Ahhh. Please.”
“Not yet, baby.” Jude released his hold on her and pulled her hand out of her pussy to suck her fingers clean. He moaned around the digits, licking them individually and together, over and over, until she was mesmerized by his attentiveness.
When he finished, he shocked her by plunging two of his own fingers into her. Immediately she shot sky-high once again. His fingers were twice the size of her own, and it had been a long time since Lori had had anything that invasive inside her.
Her eyes popped open wider and she stiffened, going from zero to sixty in less than two seconds.
He set his thumb on her clit and pressed it hard while he stroked inside her. With his free hand he grabbed her neck and held her head to face his. “So tight, baby. Remember my touch?”
She opened her mouth, but she didn’t speak. She couldn’t. The question was ludicrous and besides, she was nearing orgasm.
She lifted her pelvis toward the friction inside her. “Oh God.” She writhed beneath Jude’s touch. Without him holding her down, she had more freedom. She bucked into him, her breasts bouncing with the movement.
She edged closer to orgasm. She gripped her thighs with both hands until her nails dug into her skin. The subtle pain grounded her.
As she neared orgasm once again, she groaned, her entire body participating. Her legs shook and she held her breath around the sensations. Just as quickly, Jude pulled his fingers out of her, putting a halt to her building need. As her eyes widened further, he wiped her lips with her own juices until she opened for him. “Suck yourself off me.”
She did as he told her, licking her way up his fingers until they were clean. Her pussy screamed for release. Her belly ached, a deep longing gripping her insides.
“I enjoy watching you as you lose yourself.”
He enjoyed it? She was nearly panting.
Jude tweaked her nipples again and then reached for her wrists, grasping the cuffs she’d put on herself. He brought them to his lips and kissed her palms.
Jude leaned back, leaving Lori bereft of his touch. “Scoot forward a bit, baby.” He set a hand on her shoulders and lowered her onto the bed. Her legs remained spread, her pussy wide open. She’d give anything to come. Instead she eased back from the edge he’d led her to moments ago.
Jude sat to one side, leisurely leaning on his hand. He stared down at her as she tried to ignore his gaze. “Play with your nipples again, baby.” He stroked a finger over the tips of both nipples as he spoke and then ran that digit down the center of her body, not quite reaching her sex. “I love how you can make them swell with your own fingers.”
Lori lifted her hands to her chest and gently began to toy with herself, flicking, twisting and pinching her tight buds. She wished he would fuck her, but she knew him better than that.
Her fingers shook to do his bidding.
“I’m going to stroke inside your pussy again. You aren’t to come. Do you have control now?”
“Yes, Sir.” She wasn’t overly confident, though.
Jude’s finger was colder now, and when he entered her, she nearly lifted off the bed. She tried to get a grip with her heels but couldn’t make purchase with the mattress. God. She shot right to the edge again rapidly.
“Good girl.” He removed his finger to stroke her outer lips, ignoring her clit.
That one finger was maddening. She sucked her lips in between her teeth and tried to think of something else. But Jude was all consuming. She couldn’t escape his control over her body even with her mind.
“Look at me, baby.”
Lo
ri tried to focus on Jude’s face above her own.
He smiled. “You remember, don’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” she murmured on an exhale. She stared at his face, knowing by his narrowed gaze what she was up against.
“Tell me what’s going to happen.”
“You’re going to punish me, Sir.”
“For what?”
“For forgetting to call you Sir. For not assuming the right positions. For not keeping my gaze down.” She paused between each sentence, trying to keep her teeth from chattering.
“What do you need to do?”
“Keep my nipples erect.”
“And if you don’t?”
“You’ll…clamp them…Sir.”
“What’s this form of punishment called?”
“Edging, Sir.” She bucked her chest. It was so hard to concentrate with him touching her. He knew that. She’d never be able to keep it up. He knew that too.
“How long do you think you should be forced to hold off?”
God, how she hated when he asked her that question. And he always did. He often let her participate in the selection of her own punishments. If she chose well, she would be rewarded. If she chose poorly, she would regret the decision.
So the question now was, how long should she suggest for today’s transgressions. Too little and he’d make it worse. She looked into his eyes, trying to judge his mood. It was hard after two years of living without him.
“Half an hour, Sir.” She swallowed and held her breath.
He raised an eyebrow. “Okay. This time. That’s not long enough, but I’ll let it slide. I want it to be intense, though.” He held her gaze while he kept moving that damn finger.
Jude twisted his finger around in circles, switching back and forth between her lower lips and the sensitive area above them. He stroked across her labia and then up around her clit.
Lori took a deep breath. She would have to do that a lot to sustain the tension. Jude knew how to get her off. He knew too well. And surfing was his specialty. He could judge how close she was to orgasm better than anyone. And the man would ease off the pressure at the last second without hesitation.
He didn’t touch her clit. She closed her eyes and tipped her head back, exposing her neck to his gaze as she tried to get control. She wanted him to flick over her nub at least once, although she knew that wouldn’t happen. She was way too close to coming.
Jude caressed her exposed neck, resting his hand above her chest. “Lori, what’s your job?”
Lori flinched, searching around in her mind for an answer. She couldn’t think about anything except that finger between her pussy and her clit, the one dancing around the sensitive area of her opening. She held her breasts with both hands, but her fingers were rigid on the undersides of her globes. Shit.
“I’m sorry…Sir.” She tried to pinch her nipples, but the challenge was more than she could handle. The sensation of trying to rub one’s belly and pat one’s head came to mind. She didn’t have the coordination to fondle herself. Her fingers wouldn’t cooperate.
And then he dipped back into her pussy to stroke the lower wall, avoiding her G-spot. Dammit. This kind of punishment was the worst she ever endured. Jude could control her completely with just his words.
Jude shifted around next to her. He reached behind him and grabbed something from the bedside table. She didn’t make eye contact. She opened her mouth to protest what she knew was coming, but her lips wouldn’t form words and that was probably just as well.
“Lift your arms over your head, baby.” He whispered the words close to her ear, his breath making her shiver.
She obeyed, amazed at her ability to control her arms.
“Higher.”
She reached farther, clasping her hands together.
Jude plucked one nipple. She flinched at the first contact with his fingers, larger and rougher than hers. “Hold steady. I don’t want you to come from the clamp.” He took his time, knowing she would need a moment to come down from so high before he attached anything to that nipple.
Finally he pinched her nipple hard, too hard to make her come. The pain would bring her down another notch.
Lori moaned. She gritted her teeth against the pain.
“Clamp going on now, baby. Don’t come.”
She held as still as she could, biting down hard as she waited. He pinched harder and pulled her nipple out from her body. When the tweezer-style clamp grabbed her offended bud, she was almost relieved for him to release her with his fingers. She knew by the feel and the way he held her breast what clamps he’d used.
He repeated the action on the other side quickly, leaving her panting as her breast was released and the clamp bounced against her chest.
“Keep your pussy open, baby. I want you close to orgasm without going over the edge.”
Lori opened her eyes a slit to see her irritated nipples. They were swollen and deep pink. She lifted her head to see Jude watching her face.
“Stay with me.” His voice was stern, but the tone was fucking sexy. He had a way with his words that no one could compete with.
After spending two years with him, she’d almost reached the point where he could order her to orgasm on command. The idea had made her very nervous at the time. It had been so long, but his voice still made her squirm.
Jude pressed his finger back inside her as she watched. They didn’t break their gazes. He held her lips open wide and stroked in and out, enough to make her breathing increase again, but not enough to get her off.
Lori tried to remain still. Squirming would only make things worse.
“Don’t come yet. Twenty more minutes.”
Oh God. She hated when he pointed out how much time was left. It increased her anxiety level. She gripped her hands tighter above her head and pulled her legs together involuntarily.
“Uh uh.” Jude tapped her thigh. “Open, baby. All the way.”
Lori tried to relax her legs. She’d endured many punishments under his gaze without being restrained. He liked that. He preferred she give herself up to him, using her own free will to remain open to his gaze. She was mindful of the cuffs on her wrists, though. He wouldn’t hesitate to use them if he needed. Restraining her would only drive her closer to orgasm at this point.
She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to concentrate on anything but the way he rimmed her pussy with that damn finger. Her nipples, unused to being clamped, pulsed in protest. The clamps dangled down the outsides of her breasts, pulling on the tight buds. It hurt, but only enough to heighten her arousal. Which Jude knew.
She went into her own space, separating herself from the scene. The growing need in her pussy made her ponder her situation. God, it had been so long. She’d been topping for over a year and experimenting as a Domme longer than that.
Lori hadn’t felt this alive since…Jude left. She wanted to come worse than she could remember, but she wanted to see the pride on his face even more.
He’d been so stern since he’d returned to town. She’d only seen glimpses of his jovial side. Would she see a part of him she remembered from years ago after she endured his punishment?
She breathed steadily. Jude set one hand on her thigh while the other hand tortured her into insanity. Her clit pulsed, begging for contact. He avoided the nub. He pulled the hood back, he circled the delicate flesh, but he didn’t give enough direct contact to send her soaring. And she would have flown off the bed if that had been the case.
“You’re doing so well, baby. I’m proud of you.” Jude’s voice came from close to her ear. She could feel his breath on her neck. And then he kissed her, his lips covering her earlobe and nibbling down behind where her skin was so sensitive.
“I’m going to remove the clamps, baby. They’ve been there long enough. You aren’t permitted to come.” He released her pussy.
She tensed. No fucking way could she endure that.
Jude released the first clamp and she flinched. The second followed and she had to squeeze her pussy tight to keep from letting go. She held her breath for several seconds, wishing Jude would leave her tender nipples alone instead of soothing them with his tongue.
She dug in with her heels as he licked first one and then the other. Her only saving grace was his finger was no longer stroking her pussy. There was no way she could manage both onslaughts at the same time.
“So pretty,” Jude murmured against her chest as he lifted his face. “Love the deep shade of pink they turn when I clamp them, baby.” He flicked them in succession.
Lori moaned. She was losing ground fast.
“I’m going to fuck you now, baby. Hard and fast, because after two years there’s no way I can do otherwise. Okay?”
“Please,” she gritted out. She couldn’t think of anything she’d rather have him do.
Jude spun her sideways on the bed. He spread her legs wide. “Look at me.”
Lori let her eyes flutter open. Jude’s gaze was intense. He hovered over her body. When had he taken off his jeans? He already wore a condom.
He reached inside her with two fingers as he held her gaze. His face stiffened. “So tight, baby. How long has it been since you’ve had cock?”
She stared at him. Her lips wouldn’t move.
Jude moaned. “Oh God.” He dipped his head when he read her expression. She hadn’t fucked any man since him. Not in the traditional sense at least.
“I’m going to try to make it good, baby, but…” He pushed into her to the hilt and held himself buried between her legs.
Lori gasped. She reached out with both hands and grabbed his biceps. She never wanted him to move and she wanted him to move at the same time. It felt so good, so right, having him inside her. But the desire to add friction to the mix overruled.
She lifted her torso the inch she could, pleading with her body.
Jude finally exhaled and slid almost out of her before pressing back in. Again. Again. He moaned around each thrust, or maybe that was her.
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