“You okay?”
“Yeah. I think.” She noticed that her toes were curled under, a remnant from her climax.
“You’re much less feisty after orgasming.” He gave her a cocky grin that made her think of a movie star.
She tipped her head from side to side, working out the knots that had settled in her shoulders from holding her body tense for so long.
“On your back.” He nodded toward the bed.
Kelsey blinked at him. “What?”
“Want to make it fifteen?”
“No, Sir. Twelve is fine.”
He let her go, and she scrambled onto the mattress.
“Legs apart.”
Unbelievably, she felt even more exposed in this position. Apprehensive.
“Cup your right breast.”
She searched his face for any signs of teasing before remembering that he’d said that he didn’t joke about certain things. Her motions were a bit jerky as she complied.
Kelsey’s mouth dried when he returned to her holding the clothespins.
“Again, these aren’t my preference, but they’ll do for now. Unless you have some sort of plastic clips for laundry?”
A bit nervous, she shook her head. Her nipples were still tender from when he’d played with her earlier.
“How about some in the kitchen?”
God no.
“Which drawer?” he asked, obviously taking her silence as agreement.
He wouldn’t. They were really grabby and a bit scary. “They’re plain, small, for bags and such.”
“I asked which drawer.”
She sighed. “Bottom one. Next to the refrigerator.”
“Remain in exactly that position.”
Her heart thundered as she heard him moving about the condo. The position he’d left her in wasn’t uncomfortable physically, but it was mentally. Part of her wanted to get up and put her clothes on. But a naughty impulse made her want to know what was next. The orgasm had been powerful, as he’d promised it would be. She thirsted for another and wondered whether or not he’d allow it. Nathan had to have known how close she was earlier and how hard she’d struggled to follow his orders.
The only thing she was certain of was the fact that she didn’t want the evening to end.
His footsteps sounded confident as he returned to her.
“That’s a sight, Kelsey,” he said.
His warm tone of approval made her glad she’d followed his instructions.
He stood next to her, two plastic-coated, spring-loaded clips in hand. “Usually I like my subs on their knees, but this…?” He inhaled deeply. “I’ll dream of this.”
In her fantasies, she’d replay this moment over and over.
“These may hurt more, but they won’t twist, meaning they’re more predictable.”
Already, she knew that about him. He didn’t take unnecessary risk. “Is that supposed to make me feel better?”
He grinned, more wolfish than accessible. “I wasn’t concerned about your feelings.” Quickly, he moved, bending over her to suck on her right nipple, making it bead. She continued to hold her breast even as arrows streaked through her, straight to her pussy.
God, even though the suction hurt, it wasn’t enough. His earlier attention had made her more sensitive, but not sore.
He lifted his head. “Pull on your nipple for me.”
A day ago, having a man make such a request of her would have been unthinkable. Now it seemed natural.
She held her breast with her left hand then pinched the nipple, tugging it out and up as he’d done to her.
He placed the clip, and she hissed out a breath between clenched teeth as she dropped her hand.
“Nice, isn’t it?”
“No.” She shook her head. “Not even.” In response to the pain, she clenched her buttocks, feeling as if her whole body were on fire.
“Do you need to use a safe word?” He slid a hand between her legs and rubbed back and forth.
The combination of his words and touch grounded her, bringing her back from the hole she’d started to fall down. She noticed the pain was no longer as significant. “I’m okay.”
“Then you need to relax your muscles.” He continued to strum her clit, and he stroked her left nipple.
She became aware that she actually wanted it to be clipped, as well. The difference between one aching for attention and the other burning from it confused her.
“Offer me your left nipple.”
Kelsey’s forearm brushed the clip that was already in place, making her wince.
“Pay attention,” he told her.
She cupped her left breast and struggled to concentrate on elongating the nipple for him.
“I may have to do this for you every day,” he said.
“For me?” she demanded incredulously.
“Can you not smell how aroused you are? Feel how slippery your hot little cunt is?”
Without her noticing, he stopped playing with her pussy and set the clip on her nipple.
Pain made her arch off the bed. She tried to sit up, but he held her down with a hand on her chest.
“Kelsey,” he cautioned softly, reassuring her. “You can do this.”
“You’ve got way more confidence in me than I do.”
“It’s already been thirty seconds for the first. You’ve endured it. Look at yourself. You’re beautiful. See yourself as I do.”
She lifted her head to glance at her breasts. “Nope. Don’t see it.”
“You will when I get you a set of metal ones.” He offered his hand. “Back into position. You still have twelve spanks coming.”
“What?”
“I told you if you didn’t hold the vibrator in place until we were finished, we would start over.”
From his expression and his tone, she knew he meant what he said. He arched an eyebrow, signaling her to move.
Reluctantly she slid her hand into his. This time, she wasn’t just aware of their size difference and his strength. She was ridiculously conscious of the fact he’d touched her intimately and that he’d blazed her ass with his palm.
Once she was standing, he said, “Back into position. Legs apart.”
The addition of the clips made her movements slower than usual.
She was aware of him going into the bathroom and rinsing off the vibrator, which likely meant he was going to use it on her again. With her current level of arousal, she wasn’t certain she could take much more. “I’m not sure about this,” she admitted when he returned and pressed the tip to her pussy.
“No?” He sounded unconcerned.
He began to slide it in and out by slow measures, going deeper with each stroke. It only took a few seconds for the toy to be completely seated inside her. Then he turned the evil little thing on.
She jerked. “Nathan!”
“Close your legs.” His voice was a soothing contrast to her high-pitched protest.
His touch unbearably gentle, he stroked her spine.
The feel of him settled her, despite the persistent buzzing in her pussy.
“How many spanks?” he asked.
Already, she was having a difficult time thinking. An orgasm was building again.
“Kelsey?”
“Twelve, Sir.”
He landed the first on her right ass cheek, bringing pain back to the area.
She scooted away from him, but that made the wiggling inside her seem more pronounced.
“If you drop it—”
“I won’t.” No matter what, she’d keep the damn thing where it was. She couldn’t start over again. Couldn’t.
He didn’t spank her again, and she finally, impatiently said, “I’m ready.”
The blasted man took his time, layering the next few barely on top of one another.
“I love the sight of my handprint on your ass,” he said, voice gruff.
For a mad second, she saw herself as he might, bent over for him, exposed and waiting. Was it possible that she
might look as sexy to him as the women in some of the pictures she’d seen online?
“How many more on this side?” he asked her.
“Two. Sir?” It was a guess. Her ass was on fire, and she had been so caught up in her mind that she wasn’t sure.
With his thumbnail, he traced the outline of his handprint, and she wasn’t sure she’d ever felt anything more sensual.
He gave her one more then took hold of the vibrator’s handle and jiggled it around.
She pitched forward and managed to catch herself on the foot of the bed. The movement made her breasts sway, intensifying the searing pain in her nipples. She felt overwhelmed and more alive than she ever had.
He was there, holding her, helping her. She drank strength from him. “It’s too much.”
“Is it?”
Kelsey was aware of him crouched next to her, stroking her hair. There was no challenge in his voice, just calm curiosity.
He captured her chin and turned her to face him.
Damn. He radiated masculine reassurance, and she sucked it in.
“You have a safe word. If you absolutely believe you have nothing left, say it. If you need me to stop temporarily, give you a break for a few minutes, the rest of the night, say yellow.”
The head of the vibrator continued to shimmy against her G-spot. “If we…” She bounced her hand off the mattress a couple of times. “Will I have to do this again?”
“Yes.”
She hated him for being so implacable. Loved that he was so implacable.
He feathered a finger down her cheekbone, giving her time to process her answer. As she lay there, her nipples throbbed, her ass burned, and there was no place she’d rather be.
Quickly she calculated how many more spanks she’d have to endure. Six? No. Seven. “You’ll let me come if I get through this?”
“At least once.”
“At least?”
“At least.”
He offered his arm, and she held it while she pushed herself upright then bent her knees to get into position.
“Amazing stamina. So much more than I hoped for.”
“Are you serious?”
“Oh, very much. Very much.”
That was the encouragement she needed.
“If it helps, count. If you want me to talk to you, I will. But think about how pleasing you’re being.”
“Please.” She realized she was indeed asking him as he’d promised she would. And not just asking, pleading. It was as if she were in a race, and the finish line had come into view. “Please, Nathan. Please, Sir, will you continue?”
“Seven more.”
She closed her eyes. Rather than spanking her right buttock, he caught her on the left one, stunning her, throwing off her expectations.
After delivering three more shocking smacks, he twisted the vibrator a full circle. It took all her concentration to keep her legs together and the blasted toy in place. She’d never felt so full, to the point of delirium.
“Well done,” he said.
She held on to his words through the next few, even as she twitched, not just from the spanks but also the insistent dance inside her pussy.
“How many more?”
“I have no idea,” she said. Then hopefully she added, “As many as you say.”
“You have been reading. Two. And I will enjoy it. Your ass is so red, hot to the touch.”
Mixing it up again, he seared her right cheek.
She yelped, and he delivered the last spank in a blaze of pain.
Before she finished reacting, he’d taken hold of the vibrator’s shaft and said, “Spread your legs.”
He angled a foot between hers and nudged her right ankle to the side.
While she struggled to comply, he reached up to tug on the clamps.
She moaned through gritted teeth, then he teased her clit. The sensations collided and crashed over her.
Instinctively she thrust her hips back. He pressed against her, and she felt his erection. The realization that Nathan Donovan was hard for her did crazy things to her equilibrium. She’d never been hungrier for a man’s possession.
The image of a silver spiral consumed her mind.
“Come for me.” He pressed on her clit and turned up the dial on the vibrator.
The increase in speed made her cunt clench.
Her legs weakened, but he was behind her, supporting her. His strength took her weight. Desperately crying out his name, she came.
Her body convulsed, and he spoke softly against her ear in approving tones, helping her to ride the crest even longer.
Nathan turned off the vibrator and continued to hold her until her chest stopped heaving and she was aware of him cradling her body.
“Are you back?” he asked.
She slowly, slowly exhaled, her legs feeling heavy. At some point, without being aware of it, she’d unlinked her hands and she was gripping his wrists.
“I want to take off the clips. But first I’m going to remove the vibrator.”
“As long as you promise to put it back at some point.”
“That’s the spirit,” he said as he grasped it and pulled.
It slid out with a slight pop. For some reason, having him remove it seemed potently intimate.
He tossed the toy onto the bed then helped her to stand, and once he’d made sure she was steady, he said, “You won’t have bruises, but this mark”—he pressed his hand into her buttock—“will be there at least until you go to bed.”
She couldn’t believe that by tomorrow she would have no visible signs of that painful a spanking.
Nathan turned her to face him. “It’s going to hurt when the blood flows back into your nipples.”
“I’m ready.”
He slowly removed the first.
“Crap balls.” She’d never experienced that kind of pain from the clothespins.
He sucked the abused nipple into his mouth and laved her with his tongue. The pain dissipated, to be replaced with something delicious, similar to the floating feeling she sometimes experienced before falling asleep.
“Now the other.” He cupped her breast and lowered his head.
More prepared this time, she held her breath. But there would have been no need. He was sucking on her less than a second after he’d plucked off the clip. The blood returned while she was in his mouth, and the expected pain didn’t crash through her.
“How’s that?” He pulled back from her.
She exhaled a shuddery breath. “The whole thing was beyond what I expected.”
His answering smile was slow and proud. “Good.”
Kelsey noticed his dick was still hard, and she reached out.
He put his hand over hers, guiding it the rest of the way to his cock.
She looked up at him. “Are we going to have sex?”
“Not tonight.”
Maybe because he’d said no, she desired it even more.
“Another thing for us to talk about,” he said.
“Does everything have to be discussed to death?”
With his free hand, he scooped her hair from her shoulders. “I tend to be cautious.”
“What shakes you up?”
“Nothing.”
“Does anything make you move faster? Cut through your reserve?”
He shook his head.
Suddenly, she wanted to be the one to do it, make him as mad for her as she was for him.
She squeezed his cock and stroked it.
He captured her hand in his unrelenting grip. “After we’ve talked about it.”
“But—”
“I want it too,” he said steadily, as she’d come to expect from him. “But you need to be very clear that BDSM doesn’t necessarily involve sex. I have no expectations, and I don’t have to fuck you for us to enjoy the week together. Besides, you’ve had quite enough for one evening. I’ll tell you this, though. I will be jacking off in the shower, and I will be thinking of you.”
“Take a vide
o?” She had never been all that concerned with sex. It didn’t really matter to her whether or not she had it. But with him, it did. She wanted to feel him in her, filling her. “Let me see it?”
“Another time.” He fisted her hair and pulled back her head. “Welcome to my world, Kelsey. Do you want more?”
Chapter Seven
More? What more could there possibly be?
All night, the question had consumed Kelsey, making her toss and turn.
It had been a mistake to try to sleep naked, as she had found out when she’d rolled over and the sheet had abraded her nipple. Around two, she’d finally gotten out of bed in frustration and donned a T-shirt.
This morning, she was still tender, even though they hadn’t actually had sex.
She pulled on a thong. Unable to help herself, she looked in the mirror at her ass. As impossible as it seemed with the way she tingled, there wasn’t a single mark or bruise on her body. She was strangely disappointed.
Her phone chimed, telling her she only had fifteen minutes until she had to leave if she wanted to be on time to catch the train.
The reminder prompted her to think about Nathan again.
He planned to let her drive his car and pick her up after happy hour.
How the hell had all this happened?
Last night’s image of a spiral returned to her, and she realized it was symbolic. Since she’d arrived at work yesterday morning, everything she’d believed seemed to have been challenged, from the fact she no longer worked for Mr. Newman to having Nathan Donovan introduce her to BDSM. His world, he’d called it. And she was hooked. To the point it was a challenge to think about anything other than their upcoming evening.
She finished dressing, telling herself that she hadn’t intentionally chosen one of her tightest, shortest skirts or her highest confidence-giving heels. Her hand trembled, just a little, as she applied her makeup. Today, though, unlike others, she applied red lipstick, just in case he was already at the office when she arrived.
Kelsey gripped the counter then frowned at her reflection and sternly told herself not to be ridiculous. What happened in their personal lives was separate from work. She was going to show up and do her job with the utmost professionalism. It made no difference whether or not Nathan was in his office when she arrived.
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