by M. A. Ellis
“Do you honestly think that’s a deterrent?” he asked in a smooth voice. “Bring your arms up higher and grab your shoulders.”
The realization that her free will had just been taken away accelerated her arousal. Her labia pulsed as she slowly raised her arms. The cool breeze from the fan teased her nipples, forcing them into hard nubs, and she sucked in her breath. She looked at Smith, watched his eyes dart between the erect peaks, and the chill she had just felt turned into a low heat.
“Tilt your head back and bring your arms higher,” he ordered.
When she did, the spot where her forearms met cradled her chin. Her breath warmed the fine hairs there with every exhale. She dropped her head back farther and breathed in deeply through her nose then slowly exhaled.
“Spread your knees wider and lean back against the cushion.”
He took the rope lead on the cuff closest to him and tossed it to Smith. Her husband did the same and her triceps stretched as they pulled the ropes toward them.
“Square knot?” Smith asked. They squatted down, their movements synchronized.
“Square or Bowline. As long as it holds,” Chris said. He stood up first and Kelsey looked into his eyes.
“Eyes straight unless someone tells you different.”
Kelsey stared upward, the tips of the spinning fan barely perceivable in her field of vision. Would Smith tell her anything? Or would he simply do what Chris told him? In her fantasies, it was Smith who tied her up and teased her pussy. Had he realized that? Had she ever told him? During their talks about how to make the mundane hotter, had she ever once told him that the actors in those videos always became faceless. That transporting herself to those fantasies didn’t fully happen until she pictured Smith.
“Smith. How sensitive are her nipples?”
A featherlight touch skimmed the outer curve of her left breast and Kelsey flinched. It tickled more than it teased. Smith always stroked her the same way there. He retraced the path and this time, knowing his touch was coming, she remained still. His fingers continued upward, over the fullness of her breast until he reached the scooped neckline of her tank top. He lingered there, tracing an imaginary line along her cleavage.
He knew the answer to Chris’ question but he didn’t say a word. It was as if they shared a secret. That knowledge made the corner of her mouth twitch, but she didn’t smile. His knuckles replaced his fingers. His fist touched more of her flesh and Kelsey imagined how awesome it would be to have his cock there instead. That used to be their favorite porn star move. Him lubing her up and jacking off between her tits.
“I know what you’re thinking,” Smith said. He opened his hands wide, grabbed her breasts and pushed them together. His thumbs brushed slowly over her nipples, up and down, first one and then the other and a thread of desire wound its way down her belly. He let go then, pinched her distended buds, quick and hard. He gave them a series of firm tugs and Kelsey failed at stifling a moan.
“Sensitive as ever,” he said, then tweaked them again. The little bit of nipple play made her wet and she reflexively closed her legs. The whiteness of her thong would be no help hiding her excitement.
“You open those legs right now,” Chris threatened.
Smith’s hand supported her breasts, bouncing the flesh as Chris bent menacingly forward. Kelsey splayed her legs and held her breath, waiting to see what the other man would do. The way her arms were crossed under her chin, she couldn’t see either of them. Didn’t know what they were thinking. Couldn’t watch the byplay between them.
“Harder.” Chris’ voice. But whose fingers were brushing her collarbone? Her torso was pulled forward a second before the sound of ripping fabric filled her ears as her shirt was torn away. Cool air washed over her once more, this time a welcome relief. Her breathing faltered, the little puffs of breath teasing her arm in a rapid rhythm.
Lips closed around her left nipple, sucking hard on her puckered flesh. Worry filled her at the thought that it wasn’t Smith. He was never that rough but when a quick flick hit her other nipple she became confused. That was her husband’s touch. She was certain. Mouth and fingers teased her. Soft swirling licks followed by firm pinches that made her burn. The kisses, the attention, switching so quickly she couldn’t gauge where he’d touch next.
“Like this.” Chris grabbed her nipple and pulled it away from her body. There wasn’t anything erotic about his touch. She’d thought there would be. The way he touched her seemed clinical. He pinched the flesh between his fingers but she didn’t feel the kick of desire she imagined. “You want it back, just a little bit. Never right at the tip,” he explained.
The pinch wasn’t bad but there was no ignoring the steady pressure of the clamp. Her libido had finally kicked in. Little darts of pleasure moved between her breasts and her pussy, making her wetter. The rustle of the chain heralded another zing of pleasure and she arched her back, forcing her breasts outward.
“Good girl,” Chris replied. Kelsey grimaced. She didn’t like that term. He moved into her periphery and placed one hand on the back of the chair. Near enough to her shoulder that she felt his heat. The clamp began swinging and it took her a second to realize Smith had taken the other end.
The thought of him holding the clamp, that it was he who would be putting it on her, made her dizzy. His fingertips trailed over her hardened nub with a tormenting slowness before cradling the underside of her breast and lifting it upward. His technique was different than Chris’ and she sucked in her breath. He held her suspended and she imagined the intensity in his gaze as he strived to attach the clip with accuracy and precision. Smith brushed his thumb across her left nipple once more and a tiny whimper escaped her lips. She looked worriedly at Chris. He was watching her through narrowed lids, the lines in his forehead furrowed, but he didn’t reprimand her.
Smith attached the clamp and Kelsey closed her eyes. It felt delicious, as if Smith was capturing both her nipples at once. He dropped the chain. It landed on her belly and Kelsey sucked in her abs. The coolness of the metal combined with the weight of the chain made her squirm.
“Open your eyes.” Smith’s strict demand left no room for argument and she did as she was told, pressing her elbows a little lower to give herself more open area to breathe. He stepped forward and looked down at her. She focused on him and ignored his mentor.
He picked up the chain and raised it upward until the finger he had hooked under it brushed her wrist. The change in tension had her clenching her fingers. With miniscule strokes he traced the vein on her wrist. The sideways movement made her pussy throb in unison with her pulse. She felt the shift in her lower extremities as the familiar pre-orgasm climb began.
“Do you like this?” Smith asked.
“Yes…” She was glad she didn’t have to add the “Sir”. She couldn’t. It seemed too demeaning and that was the last thing she wanted to feel with her husband. That would ruin the eroticism. She wanted control, not humiliation.
“Nipples are an erotic world all to themselves,” Chris interjected. “And yours are definitely responsive. Knowing that, we can move on.”
His presence was becoming love-hate. All Kelsey really wanted to hear was Smith’s southern-tinged voice giving her more orders or asking her opinion.
Whir, whir, whir. Kelsey glanced at the fan before realizing the muted sound was coming from her right-hand side not the fan. Chris was moving again and she forced her attention away from Smith and moved her torso, trying to relieve some of the pressure on her back. There was nothing to be done for the bow-like tightening in anticipation of what they’d do next.
Chris leaned over her torso and tendrils of softness brushed sensually over the swell of her breasts, tickling when they slid down the sensitive outer curve. The sensation was sweet, the complete opposite of the constant strain on her nipples, and Kelsey sighed.
“Deerskin. Perfect for beginner flogging,” Chris said. He traced the skin above the waistband of her thong and Kelsey’s abs contrac
ted. How was she going to keep from flinching every time the super-soft ends tickled her? “Accuracy is key. There’s a ton of forgiveness with this, but it’s still effective.”
The whirring began again and Kelsey struggled to see what he was doing. It was no use. Her arms and elbows were blocking the entire thing. It would have been so much hotter—
The first wispy hit of the flogger landed below her navel and Kelsey quit thinking. She stared at the ceiling but didn’t actually see it. With soft teasing strokes he worked his way to her left and then down toward her knee, the tips occasionally snapping painlessly against her inner thighs. She concentrated as he moved over her lower torso, the smooth tails connected to her skin with little thuds. Kelsey found herself falling into a rhythm of listening to the soothing whir-thud, whir-thud of the flogger being swung and then hitting her flesh. The throbbing in her pussy ebbed but didn’t dissolve altogether.
She felt the intensity of the lashes increase but they were still devoid of the sting she expected. He wasn’t making her whimper or cry out. The strokes came in rapid succession with a precision that jolted her arousal to its previous level. The nipple clamps rocked and dampness rolled teasingly from her pussy toward her anus.
Chris shifted his attention to her stomach again and Kelsey inhaled through her nose, reminding herself she needed to breathe. The air caught in her throat when the chain was suddenly jerked upward. Pain, sharp and quick, followed by the soft strokes. Kelsey jiggled her legs, trying to will the torment away.
“Grab it with your thumbs,” Smith ordered. His voice was deep and husky and despite the pain it caused she leaned forward so she could see him. His eyes had turned a deep shade of emerald and his nostrils were flared. He looked like a god, hot and determined, all rolled into one. Making love to him had always been intense. Now, with her pussy thrumming and each strike from the flogger distracting her, Kelsey would have done whatever he said.
She struggled to rotate her wrists in the cuffs so her thumbs would be able to grab the chain, the exertion making her breath come in hot little grunts. He had mercy on her and she felt his fingers reposition the chain. The motion pulled first one side tight and then the other.
“Fuck.” She cursed the slow pull of pain, crying out when the tips of the flogger touched her again. The sensation rocketed from soft to stinging. The ends struck her sensitized nipples at a slower pace but with an extra force that had her lunging with each stroke. Her own movement added to the torment.
“Is that ‘Fuck, Sir’?”
Kelsey ignored Chris’ remark and fought to focus on something other than the orgasm that was rapidly approaching. She didn’t want to ask permission. She should have never brought up any of this to Smith.
“Or did you mean, ‘Fuck me, Sir’?” Smith asked in a rough voice that shocked and thrilled. He slapped his hand on the back of the chair and Kelsey didn’t flinch. She turned her head, struggling to touch his fingers with her cheek. She wanted his contact, wanted him to ground her.
“Don’t let yourself be overwhelmed,” Chris ordered.
Kelsey tried to reply but she couldn’t. She closed her eyes and inhaled. She could smell the slightest trace of Smith’s cologne.
“Distraction. Right now.”
Smith’s palm landed hard against her pubic bone and Kelsey instinctively thrust her hips upward. His fingers stroked her over the damp fabric of her thong and the fullness in her pussy started to expand. He picked up the pace and the cotton rolled between his fingers, stilting the motion.
She heard him curse and felt the thong being yanked down. The elastic bit into her outer thighs and she closed her eyes. She didn’t care. His fingers were on her again, slicked with her own juice, he rubbed her clit so fast she shot to the brink of orgasm.
“Don’t let her come.”
Smith yanked his hand away the same moment the whacks from the flogger stopped. Stars danced behind her eyelids, and for the first time in her life, Kelsey found herself suspended on the excruciating edge of release. She rolled her head from side to side, wanting to curse them both.
Someone pulled the chain from her grasp. She’d forgotten she even held it.
Fingers touched her clit again, lighter in pressure. Less than a handful of strokes that nearly took her over the peak. Kelsey heard a wail. Wasn’t it too high-pitched to be her own?
“Kelsey.” The voice sounded far away. “If you want to come, take a deep breath.”
Fuck whoever that is. Kelsey was glad she and her inner thoughts were on the same page.
“Sugar. Breathe in deep and exhale real slow.” It was Smith’s voice, his hot breath bouncing off the curve of her left breast. It was probably his big hand resting on her inner thigh. Could he feel it shaking? Just wondering made the quivering worse. His fingers slid to her clit once more and Kelsey decided she’d come on her own.
She inhaled and rocked against his hand the exact second the pressure on her nipple released. Throbbing pain forced her eyes open. It mentally held her but didn’t stop her thrusting. Fingers rubbed her breasts and pussy and in a blinding white light she exploded. Shudders of sensation buffeted her as her other breast was released and soothed, this time by familiar licks and sucks and nibbles. Tendrils of silky hair teased the curve of her breast and she smiled, knowing full well whose mouth was on her.
She blinked her eyes open, squinting against the sudden brightness. Chris was there, right where she figured he would be.
But why the hell did he look so pissed?
Chapter Five
Kelsey’s arousal fueled Smith’s need for her. It always had. There were times when he was dead tired and he thought he couldn’t have managed an erection with support from girders and a crane, but he’d get a whiff of her distinct muskiness and come to life.
He nuzzled her breast one last time and slowly pulled his fingers away from her drenched pussy. Kelsey was completely satisfied if the small noises she was making were any indication. And he was on his knees in front of her with a raging hard-on. He hadn’t expected such a strong reaction to what Chris had orchestrated. When he’d studied the packet of info Chris had emailed him, Smith hadn’t gotten so much as a tingle. Even when he was searching the web on his own, after Kelsey had brought up the topic, he’d never sported a boner.
But Kelsey had looked so fucking hot.
“That one’s a freebie.” Chris sounded pissed and Smith watched him closely to make sure that anger was directed at the right person. If anyone had fucked things up, it had been him, not his wife. Other than pushing Chris’ hand out of the way when he went to massage the sting from the clamp’s removal, he thought he did pretty damn good. It was an involuntary response, nothing more.
Yeah. You keep telling yourself that. You don’t want him here. You want him gone so you can slap her ass all the way to the bedroom and punish her the way you want to punish her.
Saying adios to Chris wouldn’t help but he was happy to see the way Chris stopped, focused on a spot on the far wall and released a slow, controlled breath. He’d done that himself when he was trying to eliminate his anger. Smith watched him undo the ropes that held Kelsey in the cross-arm pose. She turned her head to the side and Smith knew the two made eye contact. Chris’ scowl didn’t change when he told her, “The next one won’t be so easy.”
Fuck. How was Smith going to handle her more jacked than she’d been? He broke out in a cold sweat.
Kelsey had ground against him with such abandon all he could think about was taking out his cock, kneeling beneath her on that chair and letting her ride him to completion. He’d love being inside her and watching the chain suspended between the nipple clamps bounce faster and faster. For the most part, the tight little devices had been a turn-on. When Chris had to show him the proper way to attach them—that had been a little tense. But the urge to grab the man’s arm and rip it out of its socket evaporated when Smith realized how sexually detached Chris was. There was a reason the guy was good at what he did.
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nbsp; He’d proven that in the way he’d been able to instruct Smith with a simple nod of his head or slight motion of his hand. And the position Chris had picked was nothing that Smith had seen in his online journey to the land of kink. It gave Smith the advantage of watching Chris tutor him without Kelsey watching their every move. Better still, it accentuated her breasts in a way he hadn’t imagined. The underside of each globe available to his touch. He loved caressing that skin. He swore it was the softest spot on her body.
Kelsey stirred and Smith’s erection, which was showing no signs of deflating, gave a little jerk. Just to let him know it thought a torn tank top and panties halfway down to her knees was its new favorite look. Smith decided his cock could do a little more penance and let his gaze drift over her body, surprised that the red marks covering Kelsey’s breasts weren’t more severe. Chris had held out the flogger, let him feel how soft the lashes were before he let the first strokes fly. With a little practice, Smith would have no problem using that on Kelsey. He looked at her plump labia glistening with pussy juice and his balls got heavy.
Next time, once she’s primed and writhing, use it on her clit.
His thoughts, which apparently had already accepted him getting his kink on, weren’t helping his quest toward total flaccidness. He started to stand, intent on helping Chris with the ropes, but he waved Smith off.
“I’ve got these. Help her reposition her legs. I’m sure her quads are screamin’. Especially that left one. She favors that side when she circles her hips.” Chris stopped and gave Smith a knowing smile. “Think you can rub it out for her?”
Smith felt his neck flush. The dude was observant. Smith slid onto the ottoman and eased Kelsey’s legs from beneath her, placing the heels of her feet flat against his thighs. He rubbed her hamstrings until her legs relaxed. Her knees thumped together, bone hitting bone, but Kelsey didn’t seem to care. Her eyes were closed and her mouth slack, but Smith knew she wasn’t sleeping. Her breathing was still too irregular.