NoEasyWayOut

by Tara Tennyson

  He returned with two small glass cups and a hand pump.

  She stared at them anxiously. What on earth was it all for?

  “Suction cups,” he said helpfully. “Quite painless, don’t worry. Now lick around the edge of this one.”

  She stuck out her tongue obediently and let him wipe the small glass cup over it.

  “What are they for?” she asked.

  “I told you. I want you to have bigger nipples.”

  “I don’t understand.”

  “You will. Just watch.” He placed one of the clear glass cups over her left nipple and pressed it against her. Then he attached the hand pump to the valve at the end of it and slowly pressed the pump.

  She watched in fascination and in horror as her nipple grew, swelling toward the end of the cup. She could feel it pulling on her. Then he pumped it again and her nipple swelled up more, puffing and increasing in size. She could feel it even more now, a pressure, a sucking sensation on her nipple. She cried out. She wanted to reach up to pull it off her but her hands were behind her back.

  “Stop struggling. I want to see how big it can get.”

  She tensed as he very slowly squeezed the pump again and impossibly, ridiculously, her nipple swelled up even more, almost touching the end of the glass cup.

  “No, no,” she gasped. It was too much. It felt too strong, too tight, like her nipple was being sucked and sucked and sucked.

  “Very good. It’s big enough now. Let’s even you up.” He held the other cup to her mouth and she licked it. He pressed it against her and began to pump. She knew what to expect this time but still couldn’t believe the sight of her nipple growing, distending, expanding, swelling. The sensation was really strong now and she gasped.

  “Almost there.” He gave it one last squeeze before he slipped the pump off, leaving both her breasts swollen inside their cups.

  The cups gripped tightly, staying on, her nipples huge inside them. She breathed in hard, deeply, trying to come to terms with the feeling. It was like having both her nipples squeezed and sucked impossibly hard. It was just on the edge of pain but somehow she didn’t want it to stop. She could feel her arousal. She knew her clitoris was swelling too.

  “Look at yourself,” he said and she looked in the mirror.

  She could see the cups clamped onto her breasts, each one almost filled with swollen pink flesh.

  Daniel stood behind her again. “It looks good.” His voice was throaty. He placed his hands under her breasts and moved and shifted them, watching the way the cups moved on her nipples, watching her huge nipples inside the cups.

  Each movement sent shivers through her like someone was pulling even harder on her tender nipples.

  She moaned. It was too much. “Take them off. Please.”

  “All in good time. Anyway I think you like it, don’t you?” He kicked gently at her ankles and she opened her legs. He reached in front of her and arranged the crotchless panties so the gap was over her clitoris. Then he gripped each of her outer lips and slowly pulled them apart. “Look.”

  She could see how pink she was down there. She could see her tender clit, peeking out and wanting to be touched.

  “You like it,” he said with satisfaction. “I should put a suction cup on you down there and see how big we can make that.”

  “No.” She didn’t want to think about how it would feel to have a cup on her tender lips, on her mound, on her clitoris, pulling and sucking at her and making the flesh swell and grow.

  “I think you might like that too. But for now I have other things in mind for you.”

  She was relieved. The thought of a suction cup between her legs was too much.

  “Let’s have a look at your nipples.” He stood beside and held one of her breasts in his hand, looking at the tender flesh inside the cup. “You should wear these more often. I like to think about your nipples being swollen like this.”

  He examined the other one. “I’d like to cup you, then take you out in a tight white t-shirt and nothing else so everyone could see how big your nipples are. Would you do that for me, Ruthanne?”

  She caught her breath. “No. Not in public.”

  “Oh, Ruthanne.” He sounded disappointed. “First you spill some very expensive champagne and now you are refusing to play. I really am going to have to punish you later. But first let’s have a look, shall we?” He eased the cup away from her skin. It pulled hard and then the air rushed in and the cup fell away.

  She stared down at her nipple in disbelief. It was huge and pink, standing out from her breast, three or four times its usual size.

  He pulled the other cup more sharply, making her gasp. He released that one too.

  “Now look at yourself,” he said with satisfaction.

  She gazed in the mirror. She’d never seen nipples that big or red before. It didn’t look like her.

  Daniel stood behind her again, staring into the mirror. He reached both hands around and held her breasts, lifting them, squeezing them, watching the nipples, pushing her breasts together so the swollen nipples were nearly touching.

  Then he touched her tender, swollen nipple.

  She cried out. “No. No, don’t touch.”

  But he held the nipple, squeezing it softly, rolling it gently between his fingers. He took the other nipple between his fingers too, pressing and rolling them, watching himself in the mirror.

  She gasped, crying out. It was tender but she didn’t want him to stop now. Her nipples had never felt more sensitive, more aroused. Each time he touched them it sent a throb between her legs.

  He pulled and squeezed her nipples harder, pulling them away from her body then running his hands over them, folding them between his fingers.

  “I like the way they feel. I’d like to wrap bands around them so they couldn’t go down and then whip them with a paddle. What do you think Ruthanne? Would you like these big nipples smacked with a paddle?”

  “No,” she said, shocked. “No you mustn’t do that.” It was enough that he was touching them, squeezing and pressing them when they were so swollen.

  “You spoil all my fun.” He smiled at her. “I’ll just have to find somewhere else to spank you. Stand there.”

  She waited, looking at herself in the mirror in her latex and fishnets, the tight corset and the pale breasts with their huge red nipples.

  He got something from his bag and then returned, holding a slim paddle in his hand. He flexed it, watching her face. Then he stroked the paddle gently over her exposed butt as she waited, tense.

  “I’m going to spank you hard tonight. Bend over.”

  She was scared. She had never been hit or whipped or spanked or anything before. How much would it hurt? Would he stop when she wanted him to? She felt her panic rising. He might hurt her.

  She should leave now. She should take off the diamonds and these clothes and get dressed and walk out right now. It would be the end of her relationship with Daniel, the end of the extravagant gifts, the restaurants she’d never be able to afford to go to again and the end of her status at the office as having the most important client of anyone in the team. But it would be the sensible thing to do.

  She sighed. She was tired of being sensible. And she could always stop him if it really hurt her.

  He turned her so she was sideways on to the mirror and gently pushed her shoulders until she bent at the waist. She rested her hands on her knees, glancing in the mirror to see her bottom exposed and her breasts swinging low underneath her. Something about seeing herself like that excited her.

  “It won’t hurt, will it?”

  “Let’s see.” He ran the paddle over her buttocks, making her shiver. “Open your legs.” Then he reached the paddle between her legs from behind and tapped it softly between her legs over her plump mound.

  She groaned softly. It felt good. She wanted him to do it again. She could feel her clit throbbing between her legs, wanting to be touched, wanting to be played with, wanting to be caressed. Even the s
oft bats from the paddle might be enough to make her come. If only he’d do it again.

  He patted her again, slightly harder this time, near her clit and she moaned again.

  “You like being spanked,” he mused, watching her in the mirror, tapping the paddle over her clit.

  She shook her head. She didn’t.

  “You like it. And you know that when you please me you please yourself too, don’t you? Don’t tell me you’re not excited. I’ve seen how wet you are. The more I do to you the wetter you get. That’s right isn’t it?” He tapped away at her as he spoke and she moaned.

  “You see,” he said. “Even though I’m going to spank you really quite hard in a minute you’ll let me because you want it as much as I do.”

  He reached under as he spoke and handled her breasts roughly, squeezing them, feeling the weight of them in his hand, squeezing a nipple, all the while tapping insistently at her mound.

  She looked up at him and nodded again, not trusting herself to speak.

  “Are you ready?” He positioned himself behind her, smiling at the image in the mirror.

  “What for?” she said, although she knew what he was going to do. She was just trying to put off the moment.

  “This.” The paddle smacked down hard on her ass. She was shocked by the sharp stinging sensation and flinched away, yelping.

  “Don’t move.” He pulled her back up into position, her rear end high in the air, her head low. “Now stay still.” He hit her again and the paddle made a loud smacking sound as it connected with her soft flesh.

  “Daniel, no. It hurts. It really hurts.”

  “It’s supposed to hurt.” She could hear his voice had changed. It was deeper and throatier. He was enjoying this. He hit her again and she cried out, then again and again.

  She shook her head. “No, Daniel. It hurts. It’s too much.”

  “Very well.” She felt his hand lightly stoking across her butt, caressing the burning flesh and soothing it. “But you had better get used to it because you look far too good like this. It suits you. I’d like to whip you harder, perhaps with a cane or a cat-o’-nine-tails, something that would really bite into your flesh.” He pinched her burning ass cheeks hard as he spoke. “Something that would leave real stripes on you.”

  He kept stroking her butt cheeks as he spoke then slipped a hand between her legs, caressing her, dipping his fingers into her and then rubbing her delicate lips.

  “Look at you. Tied up, bent over, ready to let me do whatever I want to do to you, letting me spank you and hurt you. But you’re so wet, aren’t you? Wetter than you’ve ever been before?“

  She nodded again, not meeting his eyes, concentrating on his fingers playing delicately, softly, almost absentmindedly between her legs.

  She moaned softly and shifted her weight, trying to bring more pressure onto his hand, trying to make him touch her harder.

  Then he moved his hand away and reached for her breasts again. “I love spanking you. But tonight there’s just something about your breasts. I can’t get enough of them. Stand up. I want you on the bed.”

  The bed looked beautiful, covered in red rose petals over the thick white cotton sheets and covers. This was a bed to be held, to be caressed, to be kissed gently and hear “I love you” whispered softly.

  But she knew that wasn’t going to happen. And she knew too that right now she didn’t want that to happen. She wanted Daniel to order her, to control her, to make her do things, to make her feel like this.

  “Kneel down on the edge of the bed facing me.” He positioned her near the end of the bed, facing him and looking into the room, her legs bent under her as she sat and waited. He unclipped her hands and she stretched her arms out, enjoying the feeling and glad to be free again. Then he pulled her left hand down a few inches toward her ankle and clipped them together. He did the same on the other side, fixing her other wrist to her ankle.

  She couldn’t stand up, she couldn’t walk. Her hands were pinned to her sides and her ankles were firmly tethered to her wrists.

  She watched him pick up the paddle, nervous now, not wanting him to hurt her and knowing it wasn’t her bottom he was going for this time.

  He waved it a few times, watching her face. “Are you going to enjoy this?”

  She shook her head. “No. Daniel, be careful. Don’t do it too hard.”

  “I won’t.” He smiled. “Although you don’t believe me now I won’t give you more than you can take.”

  She shook her head. He was right. She didn’t believe him. Then the paddle was arcing through the air and the flat broad tip smacked down next to her left nipple. She screamed with the shock.

  “Hush now. I’ll be careful.” He hit her again, the next blow aimed precisely above her nipple, leaving a rectangular red mark.

  She pulled away, almost falling over. It hurt and she was scared he would actually hit her nipple.

  “Push them forward and stop trying to flinch away.”

  She shook her head. “No.”

  “Yes.” He pushed the small of her back until her body was arched toward him, her head back, her breasts thrust forward to meet the paddle.

  She closed her eyes, tensing herself for the pain, wondering why she was letting him do this.

  He hit her again on the other breast, once, twice and it was too much. She cried out. “Stop, Daniel.”

  He sighed, lowering the paddle. “If you insist.” He touched her breast, weighing it in his hand, looking at the red marks next to her nipple, stroking them and making her gasp as he touched the bruised flesh. “Next time I’m not going to stop though. I’m going to whip you hard all over your beautiful breasts and your big, hard nipples.” As he spoke he caressed her nipples, squeezing them softly, rolling them with his fingertips.

  Her nipples were less swollen now, not as huge as they had been—but they were still bigger than they should be. Still puffy and tender, still sensitive and still seeming to be hotwired to her clit, making it tingle and prickle each time he touched her nipples.

  “You’ll let me won’t you? I know you will. And you will enjoy it. You’ll beg me to carry on. “

  “No.” She shook her head. “No.”

  He laughed. “There’s no pointing saying it like that. I know you’re enjoying this.” He slipped his hand between her legs, stroking her flesh until he found her entrance.

  She could feel his hand exploring her. She could feel how wet and slippery she was.

  He slipped his fingers onto her tender clit and caressed it gently, running his fingertips around it, across it.

  She moaned with pleasure and her head fell back.

  He laughed. “Look at you begging for it.” He took his hand away. Then he put his hands on her shoulders and pushed until she fell backward on the bed, her hands still tied to her ankles and her knees bent up.

  She pressed her legs together, hiding what was between them but he pulled on her knees until she opened her legs wide.

  He stood back and looked at her. “Perfect. You look so good. I’d like to share this. It seems selfish that only I should see it. I might order room service. I would like to have let the delivery boy have a look at you like this. Perhaps he could stay awhile and help me to satisfy you. What do you think, Ruthanne?”

  “No, Daniel, don’t. You wouldn’t.” The thought of someone else seeing her like this was humiliating.

  “Oh well. Not tonight then. I’ll just have to be selfish, won’t I, and keep this delicious sight to myself.” He stood in front of her and she wanted to close her legs, to cover herself but he shook his head as she started to press her knees together. “Open. Wide open.”

  She let her legs fall apart again, exposing herself to him, feeling even her tender inner lips peel apart.

  “Try this.” He smacked the paddle expertly onto her fleshy mound of Venus.

  She gasped. It didn’t hurt but it did sting a little.

  He did it again, hitting against the plump flesh then lower on the fleshy
outer lips and back up again.

  “You like that?”

  She didn’t say anything, not wanting to admit it.

  He raised the paddle again and hit her and she felt the heat spread again. It didn’t hurt like it did on her tender breasts or even on the smooth skin of her butt cheeks. Here it felt more like a dull thud that echoed down into her clit, making it pulse with longing. She watched as he did it again, her breath coming harder now.

  “Be careful. Don’t hurt me.” The thought of the paddle touching her delicate inner parts was terrifying but where he was doing it felt good. She groaned softly as the paddle smacked down on her.

  She wanted him to do it again. She could feel her clit pulsing, throbbing, wanting to be touched, wanting to be played with, wanting to be caressed. Even the smacks from the paddle might be enough to make her come if only he’d do it again.

  “You like it,” he said with satisfaction. “I knew you were the type of girl to appreciate a good whipping. And you’ll like this even more.”

  He went over to his bag and got out a big vibrator with a heavy round end. He switched it on and ran it over her nipples, making her shudder. Then he turned it off again and put it between her legs. He leaned it on her, teasing at the hot flesh, nudging at her throbbing inner lips, pushing them apart, finding the little hood covering her clit. The feel of its weight was good and she wanted more.

  “Would you like me to switch it on?”

  “Yes. Yes please.”

  “Good girl. You’re remembering your manners too.” He flicked a switch and the vibrations ran through her.

  She bucked up at the intensity of the pleasure, knowing that in a minute or less she would come.

  He pulled it away. “Did I say you could come yet? Naughty girl.” He brought the paddle down onto her plump mound again, once, twice, three times.

  She gasped, not sure if it was pain or pleasure—somewhere on the edge of both. Then he pressed the heavy vibrator against her and switched it on. She thrust up against it, wanting it harder, longer, more. He switched it off again, dropped it down onto the bed and brought the paddle down sharply onto her. Then he flicked it toward her breasts and gave her a stinging smack near each nipple.