The Man I Love (The Man I Need Trilogy #3)
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I followed him into the bedroom and waited while he applied the handcuffs to the bed. One at each of the top two posts. I stripped and lay down with my arms out wide so he could clasp the cuffs tightly to my wrists. Next were the ankle straps. He wound the leather around my ankles until I was spreadeagled on the bed, unable to resist him. Which of course, I wouldn’t, being a good little sub.
He took his time to unzip his flies. His cock sprung out from his suit trousers, and he came towards the bed, kneeling to get into the right position, standing as if about to straddle me with his throbbing manhood just inches from my face.
He wanted me to suck his cock. I accepted his probing invitation gladly, knowing that the more I gave the more I’d get.
I licked, sucked, kissed and curled my tongue over him. When it ended I lapped the end of his cock with my tongue until the sweet taste of skin overpowered the salty tang. Then it was my turn.
He pulled two small nipple clamps from the bedside unit and opened them up. I could see from their shine he hadn’t used those ones on me before. They were spiked with little lines like pegs.
He applied one to my breast snapping it onto the erect nipple. The sudden sharp pain made me flinch, but I didn’t speak. I wouldn’t. Not unless he asked me too. That was all a part of the game. When he applied the next, I glanced down and noticed that the other clamp had already left a pink mark around the nipple. The pain I could handle, but the sight of skin colour changes I could not. He knew this so he said nothing as I looked away.
The sting had almost toned down to a more bearable throb by the time he pulled an ultra long dildo from the drawer and aimed it towards my pussy. I felt nothing but pleasure at seeing this man, my husband, my Dom, receiving pleasure from my body. That was the reason I’d married him. I’d wanted to be dominated, yet also, to feel safe enough to explore my submissive side further. Love and trust enabled that so much more than the job of a paid submissive.
I felt my knees buckle as he probed and prodded the wide dildo into my pussy, stretching it wide, making me want to moan with the fullness of it, but I wouldn’t breathe a word. Not until he asked me to.
Vulnerable and at his mercy, I felt empowered and cherished more than at any other time. That’s why it worked. He took his pleasure from bending me to his will, and I, to taking what I wanted from him. It also worked well in the bedroom when we weren’t in role because I didn’t have to worry about whether or not to seduce him. In the bedroom, not here - in this room we’d decorated for the sole purpose of fulfilling our fantasies - was where we enjoyed a healthy, happy normal love life. We were equals. But, in the black and white walled room, locked from the outside with a security code and a key, I was his submissive to do with as he pleased. And pleased him, I did.
There was more to the role than sex though. It was an entire personality refit. I had to look the part, dress the part, act the part, speak the part, and when I didn’t, well that was the best part.
He eased the rest of the dildo inside me, slowly, as I gripped the bars that held me in place with my fingers. The pleasure was intense, but the fullness made me ache. Once he’d decided to let me come, he removed the dildo from my tight pussy and switched it onto vibrate, placing it between my butt cheeks where the fizzling pressure made me wet.
All the while, I watched his carefully composed actions, his considered tender movements. It made me want to fuck him, but in that position, I couldn’t. He’d have to fuck me.
I’d been expecting the nipple clamps to hurt more, but the throb had lasted only until Jason had plugged my arse. By then, the threat of an orgasm that could never be consummated left me reeling with desire and I’d forgotten all about the clamps until he pressed both of them gently between his thumb and forefinger, snapping me away from the wish to be fucked in the arse, to wanting him to release the damn clamps.
He produced a metal clip, designed for my clit and applied it to my throbbing cleft, leaving me barely able to contain my pleasure. But, still, it wasn’t enough. He wanted to tease me for a little longer. The problem was, I wasn’t sure I could take any more.