DoubleBind

by Sindra vin Yssel

  He pulled her garment up, making her decent again, or as decent as she was going to be with that much cleavage showing. Street legal, anyway. “Why did you tie the chain like that?” When she turned people could see it, she supposed and guess where it went. The pain had grown on her, still intense, but not taking all her concentration.

  “I wanted the chain available without having to fish for it, in case I want to pull on it.”

  “Oh.” She was guessing that would hurt. She was looking forward to it.

  He put his arm on her waist to turn her. A tall guy in a black fishnet shirt was necking with a girl in bright pink. They too had come to the hall for privacy, Meg supposed. They walked past them down the hall, but not before the girl took a look at Meg, seemed to see the chain and winked.

  In a place like this, it’s more likely she thinks I’m pierced than have clamps on. Meg couldn’t help but wonder what that would feel like.

  “You said these were the bunny slope?”she asked. She stopped after they turned the corner. She wanted to absorb the sensations more than she wanted to talk, but there would be time for that soon. They seemed to be heading back toward the loud music, and conversation would be more difficult.

  “I think I said shallow end of the pool, but bunny slope will do.” He pulled out another chain, with heavier, more complicated clamps on the end. “These are more hardcore. They tighten when there’s tension on the chain and they squeeze more. I brought them along in case you’d been there, done that with clamps.”

  She didn’t know why she wished he’d used those instead. Her nipples were already aching. “I don’t want you to think I’m a wimp.”

  He pulled her close. “I don’t. I think you’re new and learning what you like. Besides, if we skipped straight to these, what would you have to look forward to?” He grinned.

  Always leave them wanting more, is that it? Fine. It’s working.

  “Now let’s go back to the dance floor and have some fun.” He led her forward again.

  “I don’t think I’ll be very graceful. I’m kind of distracted.”

  “Graceful isn’t expected here. But I have to admit I’ll be enjoying the dance more, knowing your nipples are feeling every little jiggle.”

  They turned the corner and the music was on them full blast, which meant her response of “Sadistic bastard” probably went unheard. He’d take it as a compliment, anyway.

  He was right, too. They rejoined the throng of dancers. She felt every jiggle. If it wasn’t for that, she might have even gotten used to the squeezing feeling on each tender peak. And each time she winced, he grinned at her and she couldn’t help but grin back. She realized a common thread between what he was doing to her now and what he’d done to her the night before. Incredible intensity and yet, at the same time, a slow tease with no promise of release.

  She squeezed his butt and ground against him, looking up for a kiss. His lips felt electric. Her breasts ached even more. “So when do they come off?”

  He leaned over. “You know, the time they hurt the very worst is when they come off. And the longer they’ve been on, the more they hurt.”

  Now he tells me. And yet, the idea of showing him she could take it excited her. “You’ll enjoy that.”

  “Yes. Yes I will.”

  “We’d need to find a private spot.”

  “Ya think?” While holding her around the waist, he tugged on the chain, once on each side of the bow. He was very gentle and it still sent jolts down to her pussy.

  “Why don’t you tug harder?”

  “Well, I don’t want them to pop out. Although everyone else might like that.”

  Meg was amazed at how alone with him she could feel, surrounded by people. Maybe they would like that, but she didn’t feel like putting on a show. Besides, someone might be offended, although judging from the amount of dirty dancing going on she didn’t see why someone would get bent over more exposed flesh.

  He bent and kissed her neck and she leaned her head back to let him. For a sadist, he could be surprisingly gentle. The tingling in her nipples was enough to remind her of what he’d done, however. How much will they hurt coming off, anyway? Now that the idea was in her mind, she wanted to find out, even though she dreaded it too. That wasn’t the only need she was feeling. Her panties were soaked. She wanted sex in the worst possible way.

  Maybe that wasn’t even a possibility. They hadn’t negotiated it and he’d refused to touch her more intimately last night for that reason. Then again, they hadn’t been negotiating everything tonight anyway. It’s more see as we go.

  “Are you as wet as I am hard?” he asked. “I could check, but that might be a bit much, even for this place.”

  She was tempted to make him, even though she knew that wasn’t reasonable. She was tempted to lie, too. It was embarrassing how turned on she was. “Yes.”

  “We could head for my place. Plenty of toys. Fully furnished dungeon.”

  If Jannah hadn’t insisted he was trustworthy, that would have been the sort of line she’d want to run away from. “How far?”

  “In the burbs. Forty-five minutes. The clamps have to come off before then. They shouldn’t stay on much longer.”

  “We can be at my place in fifteen minutes,” she whispered. “Is that quick enough?” Plus five if we have to summon a taxi. But he probably drove. Perversely, she wanted to keep them on longer, even knowing they’d probably hurt worse.

  “You want to drive, or shall I?”

  Good, he did have a car. “I took a taxi.”

  “Let’s go.” He took her hand and led the way to the door. People tended to part when he came through. Must be nice to be big and intimidating. Then again, she didn’t have any problems intimidating people when she was in a business suit. It was nice to let go and let him take care of things.

  He led her to a red sports car parked on the street, neatly wedged between two big sedans. She’d been expecting something bigger and it took her a moment to realize why she had an expectation. Jannah had said he made bondage furniture. “That’s a little thing like my car. You don’t cart one of those crosses around in that.”

  “No, I don’t. I have a truck, but I’m not going to drive it into the city. Besides, usually the stuff I make gets hauled once to where it’s going and then it settles down to live.

  She got in the passenger seat. He climbed in the driver’s side and started the engine, which responded with a soft purr.

  “How are your tits?” He asked.

  She leaned toward him. “You tell me.”

  “I mean, how do they feel?”

  “Ouch.”

  “Good.” He turned away and in three quick motions of the car, he’d extricated himself from the tight spot and was out on the road. “Where to?” He asked.

  She gave directions.

  “My friend Hart, who you met last night, used to live right near here,” Karl said as they got close. “Maybe he still has the place, I don’t know, but I think he spends pretty much every night out at the house with Vanessa these days. Still works mostly in the city, so that’s a hell of a commute.”

  “Where do you work? Or is making bondage furniture a full-time business?”

  “Hell no. I suppose it could be, but if I did it full time I’d quit enjoying it. I like making every piece different, you know and doing it that way isn’t efficient. I teach math at UMBC.”

  A math professor. Karl hadn’t struck her as stupid, but she never would have guessed that.

  In the elevator on the way up to her apartment, Meg realized her nipples weren’t hurting anymore “You know, these things are almost starting to feel comfortable.”

  Karl didn’t look happy with that, which Meg thought was over the top. “Comfortable? Or are you nipples becoming numb?” He undid the two buttons holding her trench coat closed.

  “Um.” Maybe that was it.

  He touched her breasts through the fabric, tapping on her nipples. “How well can you feel that?”


  “I can feel it. Maybe less than usual.”

  He glanced at the red light indicating the floor. “And which floor is yours?”

  “Ten.” They were at eight.

  “Okay. We’re going to go straight to your apartment and I’m going to take them off the moment we get in. If it were any farther, I’d be taking them off right here.”

  “And why aren’t you, if it’s an issue of safety?”

  “Because I think there’s a safety issue if you’re still screaming when the door opens on your floor, too.”

  She gulped. “It can’t be that bad.” I didn’t scream for more than a few seconds when I broke a leg. Besides, why would they hurt that much coming off?

  He shrugged.

  The elevator door opened and she led the way, letting them in with her key. She shrugged off her coat. He pushed the door closed and reached behind her to undo the hooks holding up her top. In moments, he had it off. He tossed it a dozen feet onto her couch.

  She looked down. Her nipples were as big as they’d ever been and purplish, but the chain looked pretty.

  He smiled. “The color of them is still okay. Shouldn’t keep them that way for much longer though. Ready?”

  She nodded. “Ready.” She clamped her teeth. She wasn’t going to call out.

  He grabbed the ring holding the clamp closed and pulled it back. The pinching stopped and the blood rushed back into her tender peaks. Nerves that had started to go numb were awakened all at once. She shrieked, her resolution forgotten, but she bit down again and put the energy into scrunching her eyes closed instead.

  He kissed her nipple. When she opened her eyes, he was looking into them. “Good job. Well done. Ready for the other?”

  She wasn’t sure she’d ever be ready. And the other clamps, supposedly, were worse? Still, she nodded.

  “Don’t hold back your reaction, this time. Let it out. It will hurt less if you do.”

  She wasn’t sure if she bought that. He wants to hear me scream. She wanted to please and yet she was also kind of pissed at him for hurting her. Can’t sort out the feelings. I have to go with it. She nodded.

  He took off the other clamp. She didn’t scream, but she did run through every word she would have been punished for if she’d used them in front of her parents. She wasn’t sure she’d used some of them before. He looked amused.

  “Tell me how you really feel, Meg.” But before she had a chance, he kissed her deeply, pressing her against the wall in the process. The kiss was rough like the rest of him. When he pulled back she was breathless. Her nipples hurt from where he pressed against her, which reminded her of how aroused she was. She’d almost been able to forget during the car ride and for a few seconds there, the pain had been too intense to think about anything else.

  “I think,” she said, after a few gasps of air, “you are a mean, nasty, evil man, who owes me for letting you do that to me.”

  “And what do I owe you?”

  “A hard fucking.” She had condoms in her bedroom. She never trusted men to take care of what they ought to. But the bedroom was far away and the couch was near. “Do you have protection?”

  “I’m a regular boy scout.” He pulled out a string of three foil wrappers.

  Three, huh? Given that he’d packed the gloves and the clamps, it made sense he came fully prepared. She slipped away from him and moved toward the couch. Her nipples still stung, but the purple color was fading, but any motion reminded her of it.

  He followed.

  “This doesn’t have to be about pain, does it?” she asked, turning to face him.

  “No. We’ve done enough. Just because I’m a sadist doesn’t mean everything has to hurt.” He cupped her breasts tenderly, avoiding the still stinging nipples. “Besides, I think you’ll probably have little reminders here and there.” He let go and started unbuttoning his shirt.

  She watched for a moment. He was squarely built, with a broad muscled chest and powerful arms. She wondered what a flogging would feel like if he put all his strength into it. Maybe I’ll dare him to, sometime.

  She wanted to see more, so she tugged open the buttons on his pants. She had thought she’d push them down and take in the sight of his legs before moving on, but he wasn’t wearing underwear. His thick cock fell practically fell into her hands, fully erect and jutting toward her. She stroked it without thinking and then glanced up at him.

  He stopped with a couple of buttons still done on the shirt and toed his shoes off instead. The pants slipped down his legs, revealing more muscles, but Meg barely glanced. She stroked his cock, feeling its warmth and firmness while he undid the last few buttons and shrugged off his shirt.

  “I’ve been tempted to do this all evening,” he said.

  “What?”

  For answer he lifted her skirt and tugged her panties down over her hips. They slid down to her ankles.

  She giggled and stepped out of them. “I think people might have noticed that happening on the dance floor.”

  “Yeah and then the guys would start falling to get a look up your skirt. That’s why I rejected it.”

  “You didn’t seem to mind people watching.” Either last night or tonight.

  “It’s true. I thought you might. I’m a physical sadist, not usually an emotional one.

  “Let’s get that condom on.” He’s been playing with me all night. I hope he doesn’t mind me being forward now.

  He did and she lay back on the couch, feeling utterly decadent. He finished taking off his shoes and his pants, making her wait. At last he joined her. She spread her legs to make a place for him. Thankfully, he understood she didn’t want more foreplay. He flipped up her skirt and positioned his cock at her entrance. She anticipated feeling him inside.

  “Consent is sexy,” he said, softly. “Do you want it, Meg?”

  “Fuck yeah.”

  He thrust into her slick passage. She didn’t expect gentleness and he didn’t give it, nor did he need to. Her pussy stretched to accommodate him. She loved the feeling of fullness. He wasn’t as long as Garrett, but he was thicker.

  She felt a momentary guilt at the idea she was comparing two men she’d been with in less than twenty-four hours. But with guilt came a kind of thrill, too. She moved her hips in time with his.

  “That’s good,” Karl told her. “Now for a little extra.”

  “Extra?”

  He gave her a wicked grin. Uh-oh.

  He flicked one of her nipples, gently. But because the nerves in them were so alive, it made her yelp. The pain seemed to travel right down to her pussy, making it contract around his big cock. She hated it. She loved it. His grin broadened.

  He seemed to know how hard to push it, too. He touched her nipples again, but he seemed to be aware of how sensitive she was. Even a gentle touch felt intense, so he stayed with that, softly squeezing without quite pinching. And with it all, thrusting inside her, rubbing against all the right spots. All the sensations had her on overload.

  Her breasts tingled. She wrapped her legs around him and squeezed, but she wasn’t strong enough to slow down his thrusts nor did she want to be. He was in control, pushing her down, his weight heavy and welcome on her. Her back arched in pleasure and she came, her pussy rippling around him over and over. She felt it in her fingers and her toes, as both curled in reaction and her skin felt electric. For a few seconds, her vision blurred and time seemed to lose meaning.

  “Mmm.” His hum of satisfaction brought her back. His big hands moved to her hips, as he continued to move inside her. He hadn’t come yet and he didn’t seem right on the edge, too.

  She wasn’t used to men lasting much longer than she did, but then, she wasn’t used to much about Karl. She wanted to satisfy him and his seeming calm unnerved her. He’s a sadist. Maybe he needs more. “Do you need to hurt me?” she asked.

  He stopped and looked stunned for a moment. Then he shook his head and smiled. “No, darling. I don’t need to. I do it because I like it. Right now, what I wan
t is to feel you come again.” He gripped the condom and pulled out, his cock still rock-hard. The reassurance he was turned on was welcome, even though she’d been able to feel it. “Roll over onto your front.”

  “I don’t think you’re going to be able to make me come again,” she said, but she followed directions, sticking her butt in the air.

  “We shall see.” He moved his knees and then slid into her again. She felt his hand on her mound and a moment later his fingers on her swollen clit. He resumed thrusting, his fingers rubbing in time.

  She felt the erotic tension inside her build again, closer and closer. His touch was magical, but somehow, she couldn’t get there. She was close, so close. Doubt filled her mind. Had the night before worn her out? The strangeness of the situation? Would he think she wasn’t sexual enough? “I can’t…”

  He pulled on her butt cheek and then she felt a wet finger at her anus, gently pushing. She tensed up, but all her distracted thoughts disappeared. She wondered what it would be like to have him take her there. His cock felt so big in her pussy. He nudged his finger in further and her pussy fluttered. He pressed her clit more firmly and her orgasm overcame her. As she contracted around him she felt his cock swell and then pulse and she knew the pleasure was shared.

  He withdrew his finger but held his cock in her for several long moments while she caught her breath. His confidence hadn’t been misplaced, although she hadn’t expected the trigger. At last he sighed and pulled out.

  Neither of them needed to speak as they shifted position, sprawling out lengthwise on the couch so they could snuggle. She sought his lips and they kissed deeply. “That was good,” they both said when they pulled back. They laughed.

  He shifted again, so he was flat on his back and her head was on his chest.

  “I don’t understand how you can like to hurt people and be a good person,” Meg said. “But I think you are.”