by Cara Adams
The sharp sting of a spanked bottom was another thing altogether. That was incredibly arousing. She had no fear of handcuffs, ropes, whips, and paddles in Tor’s hands, because she knew he understood her boundaries and would respect them. So what could he be introducing them to tonight?
“Wait for me in the dungeon,” Tor said as soon as they’d finished clearing up after supper.
That was code for beginning to play a BDSM scene. They had no dungeon. They had sex in the bedroom—well, mostly. Sometimes it was in the living room! But when Tor called the bedroom the dungeon, that meant certain rules applied.
First, neither Cameron nor Gaynor was permitted any kind of clothing. Tor was often naked as well, but not always, and the choice was his. As his submissives, Cameron and Gaynor had to follow the rule to always be naked. Fortunately, as a caring Dom, Tor always made sure the heat was turned up so they were never too cold, or if they were cold, it was only for a particular game, and he ensured they were warmed up again as soon as possible.
The second rule was no speaking unless asked a direct question. This was hard for Gaynor. She was naturally talkative and had to consciously remind herself to stay silent and use body language and visual cues instead of always chattering. But in another way, it was very freeing. It made her pay attention to what was happening and aroused her much faster than otherwise.
Tor had given them both the safe word “Tornado.” They’d never had to use it, but they all knew what it was. Besides, as Tor had explained, they were most unlikely to say it by mistake, unlike so many other potential safe words, and if ever there was a genuine tornado, it would be very handy to only need to say one word.
Gaynor undressed quickly, putting her dirty clothes in the hamper in the bathroom and brushing her hair out of its tidy ponytail. Both men preferred her hair down in the bedroom, even though it wasn’t particularly long.
The red polish on her toenails was starting to chip, and Gaynor made a mental note to schedule some time to redo them soon. It always surprised her that her toenail polish lasted so much longer than that on her fingernails, which she needed to redo every three or four days. But her toenails lasted a fortnight usually.
Cameron was already sitting on the bed, his legs crossed Indian-style. Hastily, she climbed up beside him and copied his stance. That wasn’t essential, but Tor was very much a neatnik and a creature of habit, so cross-legged tended to be the way they waited for him.
Tor entered the room silently, and there was the faintest click as he shut the door. A closed door was also a symbol that they were about to begin a scene. The door was usually left open if they were just being themselves.
Gaynor looked at him carefully. He was naked excerpt for a leather thong with a pouch that held his cock. He was holding a very small, black velvet bag in one hand and a cat-o’-nine-tails in the other.
Gaynor licked her lips. That whip was the sexiest one he owned. The handle was a perfect dildo, and the tails could be used as gently as a feather to tease and arouse or harshly to paint stripes on her back and ass. But she could trust him, she knew that. When he used it firmly he never broke her skin, and any bruising only lasted a few days. Besides, the sex after a beating was amazing. It was as though every inch of her skin had become a pleasure receptor and even the tiniest touch sent her soaring into orgasm after orgasm.
“Lie down, Gaynor. Put your head in Cameron’s lap.”
She did as instructed, not saying a word but giving as sexy a wiggle as she could manage with her ass and hips as she lay down. She was more than ready to begin playing the scene.
Tor opened the bag and withdrew a tiny box. He placed the bag on the nightstand with his flogger, then opened the box. He rested it on her thigh, so she couldn’t see what was inside it but Cameron could. She glanced up at Cameron’s face and saw his gaze heavy lidded with lust. Whatever could be in the box?
Tor kneeled beside the bed and sucked her left breast into his mouth. Gaynor sighed with pleasure. He did that so well. He didn’t just tease the nipple but drew in the areola and flesh around it as well, sucking them deep into his mouth, making them hot and wet with his saliva. It made the rest of her hot and wet, too, with desire for more of his touching.
She wanted to thrust her breast up into his mouth, to force him take more of her, but knew that would only make him stop sucking her nipple. He was the one deciding what to do here. Her job was simply to enjoy it. So she waited to see what he’d do next. When he took his mouth off her skin she almost complained but managed to tighten her lips and remain quiet. But damn, she wanted more!
Tor scraped his teeth over her nipple, and she had to bite her bottom lip to prevent a moan escaping her mouth. That was so good.
He picked up the little box, took something from it, and stretched her nipple out, elongating it between the thumb and forefinger of his left hand. With his other hand he placed the tiny object over her nipple, tightening a screw with his fingers. Nipple clamps. I’ve never worn them before.
There was a slight bite of pain as the clamps tightened, but he sucked her nipple again, soothing it, before placing his mouth over her other breast. This time she appreciated his actions even more as she knew what was happening. Again he wet her nipple and areola, stretched the nipple right out, ensuring it was fully engorged, then placed the clamp over it, tightening it until she was resting on the border of pleasure and pain.
Now what will he do? Or will Cameron do something?
Tor took a chain from the tiny box. Gaynor was confused. Was it a neck chain for Cameron to wear? But no, Tor leaned over her body again and attached one end of the chain to one nipple clamp and the other end to the other nipple jewelry. But Tor was still holding a length of chain. How could that be? Both nipples were already connected by the chain.
This time Tor leaned over her pussy and flicked his tongue over her clit. She almost gasped, but she managed to hold the sound inside her. A clit clamp! She’d heard of them but had never seen one, and now she was about to be wearing one. Tor sucked her clit hard, causing it to grow and heat. Cream was dripping from her pussy she was so aroused by the touching and the pressure of the nipple clips on her breasts. What effect would the clit clamp have? Would it bring her to orgasm? Or would it be painful when it was attached?
It felt much the same as the nipple clips. A sting of pain, then the throb of a highly aroused piece of flesh under pressure. When Tor attached the chain, he played with it for a while, adding weight and pressure to this nipple, then that one, then tugging on her clit.
“See how pink her skin is, Cameron. I could make her come very easily. Couldn’t I, Gaynor?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Would you like to come right now?”
“Oh yes, please.”
“But that would spoil it, wouldn’t it. You’d only have a small orgasm. I want you to wait much longer, so you have a better climax. You will wait, won’t you, Gaynor?”
She knew he was right, but dammit she wanted to come, now. However, she nodded her head. “All right. I’ll wait, Sir.”
“That’s a good sub.” Tor pulled on the chains again, her clit, her right breast, her clit, her left breast. Immediately her entire body throbbed and hummed with desire, every inch of her body, every nerve ending screaming for release.
Tor stood over her, and she knew he understood how close she was to orgasming. Another touch would send her screaming off the cliff.
“Suck my cock,” he ordered her.
Carefully she unzipped the leather pouch and freed his cock. He was very aroused, too. His cock was huge and hard, the rounded head a deep reddish purple with his need. Happily she flicked her tongue over his cockhead, wetting it, then slid the tip of her tongue into the slit and licked up his essence. He always tasted good. He and Cameron tasted quite different. Tor was much spicier, a much stronger flavor, possibly his Dominance coming out. Cameron was more bland but with an earthy, salty undertaste. She enjoyed them both, but right now it was Tor she’d been ord
ered to suck.
First, she licked all round his shaft, wetting it thoroughly, then she lowered her mouth to his balls, sucking first one then the other into her mouth. Naughtily she flicked her tongue along the flesh between his balls and his anus, knowing that it always drove him crazy with desire.
He cleared his throat but didn’t say anything, so she assumed he was pleased but thought she’d better not try that trick again for a while. So she angled her head a little more and sucked his shaft deep into her mouth, as far as it would go. He stood closer to the bed, and she tipped her head right back on Cameron’s lap, opening the back of her throat to take him deeper, deeper, as far as she could, then let him slide out, scraping her teeth gently along the length of his shaft as she did.
She rolled his balls with one hand as she licked along his shaft again, getting ready to suck him deep for a second time.
“Enough,” he said harshly, withdrawing his cock from her hands.
Hurt, Gaynor looked up into his eyes. At once she knew he’d stopped their game because he was too close to coming, not because she’d done anything wrong. Since he was so thoughtful and caring, he never permitted himself release until both she and Cameron had climaxed. So that was okay. She breathed deeply to restore her equilibrium from what she’d assumed was a reprimand, but the deep breath only made her nipples ache as the chain swung between them.
Tor evidently understood, as he leaned over her and tugged on the chain, pulling it this way and that until sweat was beading on her forehead with the tension of not letting herself orgasm. Every tug on the chain sent exquisite shards of pleasure/pain to her nipples and clit until she was so close to coming she wasn’t sure she could hold off any longer.
“Sit up, Gaynor.”
Surprised and dragged out of her arousal, Gaynor struggled to sit, her entire body on fire from desire. Nevertheless she managed to cross her legs and face Tor.
“Lie down, Cameron. Put your head in Gaynor’s lap.”
So now it was Cameron’s turn. Would she be told to suck his nipples, or his cock, or even both?
“Suck his right nipple, Gaynor,” ordered Tor when Cameron was in position.
Happily Gaynor bent over and sucked until the flat little button was standing upright. As soon as it was, Tor handed her a nipple clamp and told her how to attach it. She fumbled a little at first, but really it was quite similar to attaching an earring, so she soon had it on.
She bent to suck his other nipple only to have her hair grabbed and her head pulled back.
“Did I tell you to suck his other nipple?” thundered Tor.
“No, Sir,” answered Gaynor, tears springing to her eyes mainly from his tone of voice but also because of how he’d pulled her hair.
“Who makes the decisions here?”
“You do, Sir.”
“See you remember that. Next time wait for me to tell you what to do. Stroke his cock. Make it stand up.”
Gaynor blinked her watery eyes and took Cameron’s cock in her hand. It was already standing up quite well, but she knew it would grow longer as she touched it. Deliberately she stroked him from balls to tip then gave her hand a little twist before repeating the long stroking action. She held him firmly but not too tightly, wanting to arouse him but not make him come unless she was instructed to do that.
After a few minutes pre-cum had gathered in the eye of Cameron’s cock, but Gaynor didn’t touch it. She really wanted to lick it up, but not if Tor didn’t want her to.
“Now prepare his left nipple and attach the other clamp,” said Tor gently.
Gaynor nodded and sucked Cameron’s left nipple. It was already engorged, and it only took her a moment to stretch it and attach the second clamp.
Tor lay on the bed. “Attach my nipple clamps now,” he ordered, handing her a third little box.
Gaynor kneeled up and sucked his right nipple thoroughly, stretching it between her thumb and forefinger before screwing the tiny clamp tight. She looked at him before starting the second clamp, and when he nodded she prepared his nipple and attached it as well.
“Gaynor, I want you to kneel up over me. Place your breasts level with my mouth.”
Tor stretched himself out on the bed, and Gaynor straddled him. He seemed to be happy, so she let her wet cunt slide up his leg as she moved over his body until her head was almost up to the headboard and her breasts were resting on Tor’s face.
“Very good. Cameron, you fuck her from behind. You can touch her wherever you want to, including the nipple clips and the clit clip.”
“Thank you, Sir,” said Cameron hoarsely, and Gaynor realized he’d been longing to play with the jewelry. She’d touched both men. But he hadn’t been told to touch her. Gaynor realized how strong his control was, to just watch what had happened all this time. She’d been intimately involved with every stage of the game, but Cameron had been told to be passive. She’d touched his nipples and cock, but he hadn’t been allowed to participate at all. She wasn’t sure she could have been such a good submissive as he’d just been, had she been the one left to watch and wait.
As soon as Cameron’s cock slid into her cunt she pressed her ass back against his balls, wanting to take him as deep as she could, wanting to make it up to him for his patience, his trust that he’d receive pleasure. He filled and stretched her perfectly, his broad cock touching her walls as she gripped him tightly, planning to pleasure him to the utmost.
He placed his hands on her hips and withdrew then slammed into her, instantly setting a fast, hard pace that demonstrated clearly to her how desperate he was to take her. Contentedly she moved her hips with him, maintaining the pace, giving him all she could. One of his hands came off her hip and slid between her pussy lips, finding her clit and touching the clamp. As soon as he pressed it she shattered into climax, her cunt gripping his cock tightly. He held still inside her, riding out the way her internal muscles clenched and milked his cock, holding firm, not coming. The moment her climax started to ease down he withdrew and began pumping into her again, his finger on her clit, pressing the clamp, tugging on the chain, rubbing around the bud.
Instantly the climax began building again. It hadn’t completely stopped, yet she knew she’d come again soon, and hard.
Tor’s mouth was on her breasts now, first on one then the other. His fingers were on the chain, too, pulling and tugging from side to side, sometimes teasing her nipples and sometimes her clit. The pleasure was bright and sharp, almost pain, but still demanding more from her.
Cameron pinched her clit over the clamp. There was an intense, brief pain, then her climax burst over her, the force of it almost blowing the top of her head off. Her entire body was rippling and quaking as Cameron shot jet after jet of seed into her pussy. His fingers dug hard into her hips as he came and came and came until they were both exhausted.
The moment he let her go, she sank down onto Tor. Tor flipped her over onto her back, threw her legs over his shoulders, and slammed his cock into her. She was so swollen and hot he had to push hard to enter her, and her body was still quivering from her latest release.
Tor had a hand under her ass, tilting her up to give him deeper penetration. His cock filled her just as Cameron’s had done, but his strokes were deeper. More powerful. She knew intuitively that he was on the brink of coming but wanted her to climax again. After the last orgasm, she wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to come again.
Before she could make her sex-addled brain say the words to tell him she was beyond coming again, she felt yet another orgasm building inside her. Her mind couldn’t grasp how this was possible, but Tor began tugging on the chains again, then he slammed a finger in her ass as he fucked her deeper and harder than she could ever remember him doing before.
The finger in her ass became two, then three, and he tilted her even higher. Tor pulled almost out of her, bent his head, and gripped the chain in his teeth, then jackhammered into her. His cock hit the edge of her cervix just as the chain pulled on both nipples and h
er clit simultaneously because he’d raised his head to gaze into her eyes.
A scream tore through her, then she understood the sheer beauty of pain and pleasure. When Cameron had pinched her clit over the clamp there had been an intense, but very brief pain. The pain from Tor pulling on her oversensitized nipples and clit was just as intense but much deeper. The pain of his cock hitting her cervix was different again. Hard and sharp. But together the pain released her into the most extreme orgasm she’d ever had. Every part of her ached and throbbed, but in a truly wonderful way. Her skin was flushed with heat. Her cunt poured its juices over Tor’s cock, and her brain couldn’t register such extreme pleasure. All she knew was that nothing could ever be better than this.
Chapter Three
Gaynor relaxed into a puddle of satiated bliss, but Tor wasn’t ready to let her sleep yet. His deep voice pulled her back to reality.
“Gaynor, you’ve had so many orgasms. Cameron has been very good and patient. Doesn’t such an obedient little submissive deserve at least one more climax of his own?”