The room warmed quickly, probably not as a result of the flames in the fireplace, and Adam glanced at the blankets. “Kick the covers off and remove your t-shirt.”
Her clit stood at attention. She sat up and stripped down to her thong. Adam’s intense gaze as he watched her follow his command caused her nipples to peak. She’d gone braless today and wondered if he would strip any further himself, but he kept his button-fly jeans on and walked over to the bed and reached toward the headboard bed post. She heard the jangle of chains.
Again with the chains?
Well, it was a BDSM club. Adam’s club. She realized he’d brought her to this bed because apparently he didn’t have his own equipped with chains, which made her smile. Maybe that meant he hadn’t restrained any other slaves, subs, or bottoms in his bed. Somehow that made her feel more special and to appreciate their time in his bedroom even more.
“Give me your wrists.”
Ka-thunk. Obediently, she raised her arms toward him. He took the right wrist and wrapped it in a soft leather cuff.
“What if my arms aren’t up to strenuous contortions yet, Sir?” She really hadn’t noticed any pain since yesterday morning, so she’d probably healed already.
“Who said anything about restraining your arms?” The look in his eyes caused heat to pool in her pelvis. Her pussy grew wet. He cuffed her left wrist and laid both hands on top of her abdomen. Were the cuffs just for decoration then? His warm hands curved around her shoulders and gently massaged the muscles before his hands slipped down further and cupped her breasts. He pinched and twisted her nipples.
“Ackkk!”
Her pelvis strained toward him as her nipples tightened and swelled beneath his fingers and thumbs. He released her and watched as her nipples grew bigger, straining toward him, as her breasts swelled, begging for his hands, his lips, his touch.
Adam smiled. She wasn’t quite sure she liked what that wicked smile held in store for her. He went to the nightstand and pulled out a bundle of soft-looking white string or very thin rope. How could tying her arms with that be less painful?
“Scoot toward the middle of the bed.” She did as he told her, ignoring the sore muscles. The colder sheets caused her nipples to bunch even more. “Perfect.”
For what? But her body warmed quickly under his praise. Adam straddled her hips, lightly resting his denim-clad hips above her knee, then bent over and took her left nip into his mouth, between his teeth. She hissed when he bit down and pulled.
“Oh, God, Sir! Do that again!”
He growled and she realized she was telling him what to do again. She needed to remember her place. After working so hard at being his slave last week, you’d think she could enjoy a little more freedom now, but there didn’t seem to be much difference between a slave and a sub, other than the time frame in which she had to submit. If she wanted to keep from getting gagged, she’d better keep her mouth shut.
“I’m sorry, Sir. I’ll remember myself. It just felt so good.”
He grinned at her, then took the other peak between his teeth and did the same. She clenched the sheets in her fists and bit her lip to keep from crying out. When he sat up, resting most of his weight on his knees, she watched him unravel the bundle of rope and determined the midpoint. Pulling a pocket knife from his pocket, he snipped it into two long lengths.
“In my toy bag, I have a pair of nip nooses we’ll have to play with sometime. But I’m sure we can improvise tonight, rather than postpone your fun for me to go get the bag.”
There seemed to be some underlying warning in his words. She watched him lower the rope to her chest, teasing her nipples with the cool strands for several minutes until gooseflesh rose on her skin and her nipples grew even harder, if possible. What did he plan to do? She didn’t have to wait long to find out. Pinching one nipple between his thumb and forefinger, nearly to the point of pain, he took the rope, formed a knot, and laid it in a circle on her areola, surrounding her nipple. She felt his gaze on her face, but her eyes were riveted to her breast, watching as he slowly pulled the end of the rope and the circle grew smaller and smaller until it surrounded her nipple like a lasso. Then he tightened it even more.
“Ahhh!” The exquisite pain caused her clit to throb and her knees and hips would have bucked upward if his hips weren’t obstructing them.
He did the same with the other nipple. Even though she knew what was coming this time, she still gasped when he tightened the noose. He pulled on the ropes, lifting her nipples into the air and stretching her swollen breasts.
“Oh, God!” The sensation of pulling her up by her nipples nearly made her come. They were so hypersensitive. Now she just wanted his mouth and hands on her again. But the feel of her nipples embracing the rope, as he put it, was too erotic for words.
When he lifted his leg and got off of her, she was curious as to the purpose of lassoing her nipples. Then he took the string tied around her left nipple and pulled tighter and tighter, stretching the string toward the bed post. Surely not. No way.
Yes way.
Within seconds, he’d expertly tied the string to the bedpost, restraining her by her nipple. He walked around the bed, took the other string, and performed the same maneuver. She tried to move, but that only caused the slip knots around her nipples to tighten even more. Her clit throbbed, her nipples ached, and she knew she wasn’t going anywhere.
“How do your arms feel now?”
She glared up at him, but when he grinned, she knew she couldn’t stay angry. Besides, if she expended too much energy or made the wrong movements, she was going to cause some serious pain to her nips.
Adam straddled her again and bent over her to kiss her lips, his chest rubbing against her distended nipples. When she opened her mouth to invite his tongue inside, he ignored her and instead trailed whiskery kisses down her neck. He moved down her body until his tongue flicked over one of her engorged nipples. When he took it into his mouth, even his lips felt razor sharp and she strained toward him, then away. So sensitive. He gave the other bud the same attention, then continued to scoot down the bed, blazing a trail over her abdomen and pelvis.
Her clit zinged and his hard cock throbbed against her inner calf, as if in response.
Adam reached up to cup her breast, loosening the strain of the rope. “How does that feel, kitten?”
“Fine, Sir.” Really hot, actually. Who knew Karla Paxton would get off on being restrained to a bed by her nipples?
“Not too tight?”
“No, Sir. I’m fine.”
“Fine is not what I’m looking for here, kitten.”
Oh, my.
“I don’t want to restrain your arms, because of the whiplash in your neck and shoulders, but I want you to find something to hold onto with your hands so I don’t have to. If they get in my way, I just might tie them to the nipple restraints and you’ll be feeling some serious pain every time you move or jerk your arms. Understood?”
“Yes, Sir.” She nibbled her lower lip. “I’m not into pain, Sir.” It wouldn’t hurt to remind him.
“You have the control over the amount of pain you feel, kitten. This is called predicament bondage to describe the predicament you’re in. If you move, there’s pain. Don’t move, less pain.”
But if he hadn’t restrained her like this, she’d certainly have a lot more control. Okay, if he didn’t hurry up and do something, she’d be screaming in frustration. She’d waited long enough for her orgasm.
Helpless. Hopeful. Horny.
“Please, Sir. Don’t make me wait any longer.”
“Is my kitten running this show, or is her Dom?”
Feeling bolder than she ever had, she couldn’t resist teasing him. After all, kittens were supposed to be mischievous, not obedient. “Your kitten wants her Dom to pet her pussy. Now, Sir.” Karla raised her head off the pillow to snarl at him.
“Sounds more like I have a little tiger trying to intimidate me.” The smile faded from his lips as his eyes smolde
red and he covered her body with his, pressing her into the mattress. The strings holding her nipples to the bedposts pulled and her hips bucked up in response and she clutched the sheet to keep from moving her hands.
His fist grabbed a shank of her hair and he forced her head back, positioning his face mere inches above hers.
Karla’s gaze settled on his mouth and, without a thought toward the repercussions, her mouth clamped down on his full lower lip in a playful nip. Adam growled playfully and pulled her head away by the hair he still held in his fist.
“I should have warned you, kitten. I bite back.”
He lowered his mouth to hers, but instead of kissing her, took her lower lip between his teeth and bit down, hard. The sting of pain caused her eyes to water, but the promise of his erection pressing against her mound left her breathless and wanting more.
She pressed her tongue against his teeth until he chuckled and sucked it into his mouth. Ohhhh! She could scream with the frustration at not being able to direct his mouth where she wanted him to be. He still maintained the control.
He ground his lips over hers, taking possession of her mouth. When she would have moaned in pain from her bruised lips, he forced his tongue inside smothering the sound. She pulled at the sheets, trying so hard not to wrap her arms around him, wanting to touch his hair, his face, his shoulders—to pull him even closer. He tore his lips away and moved off her to lie beside her, then bent over her breast and took one hard, captured nipple between his teeth again.
Frustrated, she tilted her pelvis toward him and he answered by trailing his hand down slowly over her other breast, her quivering abdomen, her thrusting hips, until he reached her mons, where he slid his palm inside the triangle of her thong.
At the same time, his teeth clamped onto one rigid nipple and tugged, causing her to arch her back when she thought he might not stop pulling. Oh, God! The pain! He released her nip and bent over the other, biting down again. When cold hair touched the first wet nipple, it became even more painfully erect, the noose-like rope biting into her nipple.
Better to keep them lassoed as long as she could. When he removed those strings, she could only imagine the howl of pain he would hear his “little tiger” emit.
She watched Adam’s head slowly move back and forth as his teeth tugged on the peak, making it even harder this time.
“Ahhhh!” Now the pain was delicious. How could that be? Oh, dear Lord! She wanted more.
He released her nipple. “Like that, do you, kitten?”
She opened her eyes, panted for air, and looked down to find Adam staring up at her, smiling. “Oh, yes, Sir.”
“Well, I may just have to find some other way to punish you for being so insubordinate. Who knew my near-virgin little kitten would like it so rough?”
Who indeed?
She gasped to fill her lungs before he assaulted her senses yet again. Adam cupped her right breast and pinched her nipple. Hard.
“Thank you, Sir. May I have another?”
He chuckled. “Absolutely bratty.”
“Only for you, Sir.”
He covered her again with his body and grew serious as he lowered his mouth to her bare peak, taking it between his teeth. His teeth released her only to have his lips latch on. He sucked, flicking his tongue against the peak as he pulled his head back, taking her rope-captured nip with him.
“Oh, dear Lord!” She reached out and grabbed his head, wanting to drag him closer before he pulled too hard, only to realize her mistake too late. She tore her hands away and latched back onto the sheets, groaning in frustration.
His penis throbbed against her leg and she tilted her hips against him until he groaned with equal frustration. She smiled. Maybe he hadn’t noticed. Maybe he would take her as she wanted to be taken. Instead, he broke contact with her mouth. The evil grin on his face didn’t bode well. What was he going to do next? Obviously not what she wanted him to.
“I think you need to be restrained, my little minx.”
“I am restrained, Sir.” Her breathy words sounded sexy to her ears. When had she become such a siren? When she’d answered the call of her own siren—Adam.
“Not as completely as you need to be, it seems.” He slid off her body and knelt near the bottom of the bed, reaching for the waistband of her thong. “First, I think we need to lose this. They’ll just be in the way of where I intend to be in a few minutes.”
Karla’s clit throbbed at the promise in his words. Soon. He was going to make love to her this time, totally and completely, and in just a few minutes. She had to remind herself to breathe. Whatever had happened to get Adam to see her as a sexy woman, rather than too young for him, she hoped the spell would never break. Having him making love to her was…
Adam got off the bed and returned to the nightstand, which seemed to be equipped with everything an adventurous Dom might need. He pulled out a silk scarf and indicated with his hand for her to lift her head off the pillow. Karla pleaded with him silently not to blindfold her, but within seconds the light from the room grew dim, then black. Pleading would only make him want to do it more. She needed to try harder to obey. Just because he wasn’t her Master anymore didn’t mean she wasn’t supposed to obey her Dom.
But the sound of chains left her wondering if she was going to be able to withstand the strain of over-the-head restraints, but she wouldn’t displease him by complaining. If she needed to, she could safeword. She waited for him to restrain her cuffed wrists, steeling herself for the pain to come.
Nothing.
He didn’t touch her arms, but instead took her legs and tented them, her soles now flat on the mattress near her butt. Maybe he was going to restrain her ankles. She heard the chains again, but the sound came from above her head. What did he have in mind? She turned her head, listening, as a chain scraped against the headboard. Gee, this had looked like such a romantic little bedroom when they’d first come in here tonight. Now it was sounding like a torture chamber. Of course, she knew Master Adam wouldn’t harm her. Anticipation of the orgasm and sex to come kept her from becoming overly frightened.
He fiddled with the chains and she heard him take a few steps away. The smell of leather permeated the room and soon he returned and wrapped something warm, almost hot, around her left thigh, then something similar around her right one. He must have warmed the leather by the fire. So considerate of you, Sir. The chains rattled once more and he placed his hand under her thigh and spread her leg toward the side of the bed and up in the air. She heard a click and he let go, but her thigh remained in the air.
She wasn’t so sure about this. “Sir…”
“Silence. You do not have permission to speak except to safeword or answer a direction question.”
He repeated the motions with her right thigh and soon she was splayed open on the bed, nipples and thighs restrained, feeling like a butterfly mounted on a specimen tray in her freshman biology class. She heard the dreaded drawer open again and the smell of leather. “Lift your head.” She did so, feeling a slight pull from her strained muscles, but not groaning or showing any sign of weakness.
Warm leather wrapped around her neck. Another collar.
“Good girl. Lay your head back again.” She did so and his warm fingers slipped inside the collar. “Not to tight?”
“No, Sir.” He kneaded the tensed muscles in her shoulders and she moaned in pleasure. “Be sure to tell me if you get a cramp or if your muscles get too tight.”
She nodded.
“Because you don’t know if I am looking at you, I want you to respond with a ‘Yes, Sir,’ or ‘No, Sir,’ when I ask for that kind of information. Don’t just nod or shake your head.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He took her left wrist and stretched her arm straight out on the bed. More chains and soon she was restrained. “Any pain?”
“No, Sir.”
“Good.” He quickly stretched her right arm out and the snick of another clamp to a chain told her she was fully rest
rained. She felt his finger slip inside each of the cuffs. “Any pain?”
“Not yet.”
He chuckled. “Such a pessimistic answer.” He reached out and tweaked her nipple, which apparently had relaxed a bit while her attention was focused elsewhere.
Anticipation of the sex to come had her confused, though. She thought men like to have women do more than just lie there when they have sex, although he certainly hadn’t complained when he’d taken her on his desk the other night. She didn’t suppose this could be misconstrued as the boring missionary position by anyone’s definition, even if she was on her back.
“Permission to speak, Sir.”
“Granted.”
“How can I participate if I’m trussed up like this, Sir? Don’t you want me to be able to move?”
“Oh, I expect your full participation, kitten. Your screams will let me know you are fully engaged in the scene.”
Her heart thudded against her chest and came to a stop for a moment. “Screams, Sir? Wait! I don’t think…”
“Exactly. You don’t need to be thinking anymore. You just need to focus on feeling all the things I’m about to do to your beautifully submissive body.”
Oh, dear Lord.
Was he going to beat her like this? Have sex with her? Hell, he could do anything he wanted to, couldn’t he? Fear mixed with excitement. She’d never had a pain fetish. Still, she felt more excited than fearful, perhaps because she trusted Adam completely. Pain was just a part of his scene, wasn’t it, along with rough sex? Her biggest worry was how she would respond to pain. What if she disappointed him by not being a good submissive?
Opened so fully to him, she felt the mattress dip as he joined her on the bed again. When he sat on the mattress, the nipple nooses stretched and pulled her nips.
“What’s wrong, kitten?”
She didn’t want to give voice to her concerns.
“I asked a direct question. Are your arms sore? Are you in any pain?”
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