He next turned on soft sultry music, and then walked out of the room. He knew it would drive her crazy and he needed several items from their bedroom. Abigail wasn’t in her basinet so he peeked into the nursery on his way back to the dungeon. There was a private bedroom off the nursery and he could see Paul’s legs on top of the covers. Samson sat by the rocking chair where Raul was gently moving back and forth with Abby in his arms.
“She had a bottle of breast milk and I’ll put her down in a minute.” Raul whispered.
“Thank you. You know, you and I will need to talk about your delay in taking up the manny job but I’m glad you finally tapped into that brain in your head.” Damian’s voice was just as soft.
“Yes Sir.” Raul smiled.
“Right now there’s a very dirty job I must attend to in the dungeon and this could take a while.”
“You have all night.”
“Then get some sleep because you might have baby duty in the morning.” Damian’s grin was wicked.
Entering the dungeon he made noise so Lydia knew he was back in the room but he didn’t say a word. He knew she was fighting to keep her mouth shut and keep a ball gag out of it. The thought made him smile.
Approaching his wife, he admired her engorged breasts. He knew they were becoming painful and he used one finger to slowly trace the blue vein just under the skin of one hard globe.
“Ahhh, they hurt.”
“I know and I plan to make them hurt more.”
His lips went to her nipple and he sucked gently, drinking the sweet milk she produced. When it flowed freely he placed the breast pump on her nipple and suctioned the white liquid into the bottle. His eyes went to her other breast which was dripping milk.
Only a few years ago he would not have understood his fascination with her breast milk and the eroticism of nursing his wife. Now, he hoped she continued to breastfeed for many more months.
He finished with the first breast and put his lips to her other one.
Her body squirmed and her sighs were sweet desire to his ears. He finished filling the bottle and bringing the pump with him, he left the dungeon and went to the kitchen. He twisted a top to the bottle along with a dated label and placed it in the freezer. He then took his time rinsing the pump and setting it on the bottle drying mat.
He knew Lydia probably wanted to kill him by now but this was one of her punishments for making him watch her with a sub after weeks of celibacy. Just thinking about it had his cock raging again and he returned to his naughty wife.
“I’m surprised you’ve managed to stay quiet.” He said when he entered the dungeon.
“Will it do me any good to scream?” Her voice was sulky.
“No, but I enjoy having your mouth covered by a gag or filled with my cock. Both bring me intense joy.”
“I’m being good Master.”
“Yes you are, if I can forget the play scene you performed earlier tonight.”
“I wanted you worked up and your cock hard.”
“You got your wish and now I get more of mine.”
He walked away and pretended he didn’t hear her sigh of displeasure when he didn’t touch her.
Approaching her quietly he whispered in her ear, “These are tweezer clamps and shouldn’t be too uncomfortable or cause problems with your milk production.” His instructional reading told him he had to go lightly on her breasts or he might cause her milk production to slow.
“Master has done his homework.” Her words ended on a low moan when he attached the clamps.
Without touching her anywhere else, he walked away and then came back with one of his favorite toys. It was a vibrating butt plug and occasionally he could make her pussy milk when he used it. He lubed the plug and his fingers. Her pussy was displayed nicely and he put his hand between the cross and her ass cheeks to tip her further out so he could place his finger at the entrance of her anus and slide it slowly in. Her hips jerked.
“It’s probably uncomfortable because you’ve had no action back here for a while.”
“It’s hurts because my Master isn’t playing anywhere else.”
“Emm, I’ll take that under advisement.”
He slipped another finger inside and watched her wiggle as her body became accustomed to the stretching. When he knew she was ready he replaced his fingers with the plug which was bigger than she liked.
“Ahh, you bastard.”
“Shhh, you’re one word away from the gag.”
Her teeth clamped shut like he knew they would. He walked away and washed his hands before picking up his next toy and approaching her.
“These clamps have a little more bite but I want your pussy open for the flogger.”
He clamped her labia lips and then used two soft strips of cloth with Velcro on her upper thighs. They attached to the clamps and spread her red swollen pussy fully for his admiration.
He planned to make her beg for release. He picked up one of the soft floggers. It could produce a bit of sting but only if she misbehaved.
The sounds she made when she was excited turned him on and he was fighting his need to fuck her into next week. His plan was to take things slowly so he turned up the music.
The first strike hit her on her belly and she squealed.
“Does my sweet little sub like that?”
“Yes.” Her breath left her when he struck the side of her hip.
The displayed folds of her pussy were waiting for him but they would continue to wait. He switched between her stomach, hips, and thighs though occasionally he would softly strike her breasts knowing the nipple clamps added to the sensation.
It took her fifteen minutes to start begging.
“Please, oh god, please I need to come.”
It was exactly what he was waiting for and he hit the switch that caused the butt plug to vibrate.
Her hips pumped forward, “Arghhh, please, ahh.”
He placed two well-aimed lashes to her dripping pussy and then switched off the vibrator.
“Fuck you, I’m punished already please just fuck me. I’ll suck you off if you want but please FUCK me!”
He didn’t say a word just turned the anal plug back on.
This time he stood back and observed. When she got close he turned it off and let her settle. Going to his knees he ran his tongue between the pussy clips from back to front. He received the desired scream and did it again. Moving away he hit the power on the plug again.
Her hips were grinding back and forth but he stopped the vibrations and released her legs and then her arms from the cross.
“I’m carrying you to the spanking bench and I don’t want you wiggling.” Her heavy breathing was his only answer.
He arranged her on the bench with her legs spread and the clamps pulling on her drenched pussy.
“I’m doing the counting because I have every transgression you’ve committed over the past few months stored in my brain. I’ll know when I’m done.”
“Are you going to fuck me when you’re finished with my punishment?” Her voice was trembling.
“I’m thinking about it.”
“You had better think hard.”
His palm landed with a sharp thwap. He mentally counted everything he could think of and felt his built up aggression slowly recede. She was begging and screaming loudly when he was down to his last five. She had not used her safe word even though he knew her red bottom was burning.
“We’re almost done sweetness but I just remembered something.” He turned on the butt plug and his hand landed the final five times.
“I don’t know about you but I feel better.” His words were a lie because his cock was in severe pain.
“Fuck you.” She gasped.
“Oh I think you will.”
He quickly removed his clothes and then the butt plug. In one hard lunge he buried his cock in her ass until his balls settled against her spread pussy lips.
“You feel so fucking good.” He breathed out against her back.
/> “Please just give me a minute. Please.”
“You’re punishment’s over, I can afford to be nice.” Moist kisses trailed along the center of her back as he gained control of his breathing.
His hand went to the Velcro at her thighs. He then squeezed the end of the clamps and let them fall to the floor. Blood rushed into the lips of her pussy and she arched against him.
“Ohh, that wasn’t nice.”
“But this is.”
She was so tight around his cock and her muscles pulsed even before she came. He slid nearly out and then slowly back in. His hands went beneath her body to her nipples and released those clamps too, slowly soothing the stiff peaks and then rubbing the rounded globes. Milk released and he used the silky wetness to massage her nipples.
“Please Master, may I come?” She was shuddering and gasping for air.
“Yes, come for me sweet sub.” When her muscles finally began their heavy contractions he picked up his intensity but she was past caring.
He could no longer hold back his seed and he filled her ass with everything he had to give and then collapsed over her.
Eventually, he was able to carry her to the shower where he gently washed her sticky breasts and then her entire body.
“Do you need to pump again?”
“I would prefer your kinky lips to do the work.”
He pulled her around and took her mouth bringing his chest firmly against her swollen breasts.
In between nipping kisses he spoke in a low seductive voice, “My kinky mouth will always be at your disposal. I love you and I’m so glad you’re ready for me because daddy’s hungry.”
Her sighs of pleasure filled the shower.
The End for now…
Dear Reader,
Thank you for reading another installment of the Club El Diablo series. Writing this snippet of Damian and Lydia’s life was an absolute pleasure. I gave birth to my last child over ten years ago so I used Google for research on the BDSM lifestyle while pregnant, emergency home delivery, and nipple clamps while nursing. I am by no means an expert and neither is Google so please consult your doctor if you find yourself kinky and horny while pregnant or nursing.
My next book “Two Doms For Angel” should be out in January 2013. It’s my first foray into ménage and I’m quite titillated by the ideas running through my head. Sorry, a sneak peek is not available, but please just fantasize about two rock hard alpha males and the sensual art of contemporary Shibari. My insides twist into knots just thinking about it.
Please visit my website for updates http://clubeldiablo.blogspot.com or send me an email if you have a question or just want to say hello [email protected]
Club El Diablo and the characters in this book are a figment of my imagination. My dreams and fantasies are my own though I love sharing.
I’ve been married to my teenage heartthrob for many years, and we are at the mercy of our two dogs who demand biscuits and obedience or we are punished.
I love reading erotica and BDSM stories. Safe sex, safe words, and intelligence in choosing your partner (s) are a must. Communication is the key to all good relationships and happy, red assed subs don’t hurt either. Well maybe a little.
Be safe, be smart, and be happy.
PS. I have included a sneak peek at the first book about Damian and Lydia if you haven’t read it. “One Dom at a Time” Book I of the Club El Diablo series.
One Dom at a Time
Chapter One
The whip snapped with just enough force to bring a low cry from Angela. When I used the twelve foot Australian leather in a scene it always drew a large crowd. I heard their breathing and I could feel the sexual excitement in the air. I stayed in the zone and so did my sweet sub; Angela was one of my favorites to work with.
Moisture beaded along my hairline as my arm came up and flicked the whip again. Red welts systematically appeared down her body; just enough to leave a fine line but never break the skin. This is what the members of the Mediterranean Club paid for. Though calling it a club was going slightly overboard.
MC was a BDSM dive. I had worked here for three years and done everything from tend bar to discipline subs. My current role of enacting scenes for the questionable crowd was my favorite. I blanked out the whispered voices, the smell of sex, and too many bodies. Angela needed me.
I was fortunate the owner appreciated the crowd I brought in and let me decorate, clean, and maintain my own alcove. I also had a small office off the back where I could soothe and comfort my patrons after I finished breaking down their submissive barriers.
I gave Angela a brief respite so I could adjust the speed of the vibrator clenched within her tight pussy. Her moans became louder and I rotated my wrist ready for the next round with the whip. Snap; I loved the sound when it popped against flesh.
Finally she could no longer hold back her screams and she found release; her orgasm rippling through her body carrying the crowd with her. Many of the watchers pulled their subs aside to private areas for a small moment of relief before the next show started. I had one more exhibition for the evening and then I could go home. I hadn’t used my vibrator in more than a week and I needed a little fantasy time.
I removed the juicy pleasure toy from between Angela’s legs and assisted Raul in releasing the sobbing woman from her bindings. He carried her nude body into my small private domain and gently placed her on a tall padded bench.
"I'll take it from here Raul, thank you."
"Yes Mistress Lydia." His eyes never looked into mine.
Angela lay down on her side shuddering and trying to control her emotions.
I walked over, ran my hand gently through her hair, and helped her sit up to take the sip of the water I offered.
"Thank you Mistress."
“You did wonderful tonight Angela, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you more beautiful and responsive.” I kissed her on the cheek then took out a bottle of my own special blend of oil to coat the red welts I left on her skin. I also wanted to make sure I hadn’t caused any lasting damage. There was no sign of blood or torn skin but I liked to assure myself my subs were okay before they left my private room.
"Lay back sweetheart and I'll get you fixed up so you feel better."
"Yes Mistress."
I helped her to her stomach and began soothing the oil into the soft skin of her legs, back, and butt. "Tell me about your week." I kept my voice gentle. This was her time and she needed a reward for giving me her trust. I listened attentively and made the right sounds of encouragement when called for.
"He didn't call. I waited all week and now I know he won't be back. I loved him but he couldn’t accept what I needed."
"When’s the last time you saw your therapist Angela?”
“I saw her two weeks ago and she told me Aaron probably wasn’t the guy for me but I was still hoping he would give us a chance.”
“Is that why you requested I use the whip tonight?"
"Yes Mistress, I needed to forget the rest of the world. Thank you."
My hands continued to glide gently over her firm buttocks and upper thighs. Angela's body was beautiful. If I was gay, I would be in love with this messed up beautiful woman. The men in her life were stupid. “Turn over and let me get the front.”
I began rubbing the oil into her breasts, upper thighs, and stomach. Towards the end of the scene, I struck her perfectly groomed pussy a few times because I knew it would take her over the top. Now, I made sure I massaged the faint red lines to take away the sting.
Angela’s breathing quickened but she knew my rules; no sex outside of a scene or you were no longer one of my treasured subs. I was strict and never deviated from my rules. I also never took a permanent sub. It was all in the not so fine print of the contract they signed before I worked with them.
"You’re beautiful Angela." I plucked her nipples with a little twist and she groaned in response. I kissed her cheek and helped her sit up. Grabbing a soft towel from a shelf below the
bench I wrapped it around her and took a quick peek at the time. I had forty five minutes until my next scene. Angela needed me more than I needed my low-cal snack break so she got her wish. We sat on the couch and my sweet little sub asked permission to lay her head in my lap. My fingers ran through her blonde strands and I listened while she spoke more about her life.
This was the time it all became worthwhile and our poor fucked up lives took solace from human touch and caring. I sipped on bottled water and gave Angela another full bottle to make sure she stayed hydrated. I hated the post scene sub drop and having this bonding time helped us both avoid the feeling of aching loneliness.
“Are you going home now or will you hang around for a while?” I knew the Mediterranean Club was not the best place after a scene but there was little I could do but ask Raul to keep his eyes open.
“I'm going home but I'll make an appointment with you for next week.”
“I'll miss you until then.” The towel slipped off her breasts and they begged for attention but it wouldn’t be from me. I took her lips in a soft kiss. My gaze traveled up as the door to my private world opened. My hand clenched suddenly in Angela's hair though I softened my grip immediately.
“This room is off limits. Please leave and close the door behind you.” I expected the door to shut immediately but an unfamiliar man entered. He was over six foot of tall, breathtakingly gorgeous, and ever so lickable. His aggressive stride brought him completely into my private sanctuary. His hot body didn’t belong at the MC.
I held Angela still as her muscles tensed and she tried to move her head from my lap.
“If you take another step, I'll have security throw you out of the club and have your membership revoked.” It was the best I could come up with when what I really wanted was to replace the date with my vibrator and use the stud standing at my door.
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