Signed, Sealed & Delivered

by Sierra Cartwright

  She started to wince. Surely the clamps couldn’t be worse than that? Surely they couldn’t.

  “Squeeze harder.”

  “But…” She gasped. “It hurts.”

  “Yes. It does. Is your cunt wet?”

  She shook her head. “No. I’m too nervous for my cunt to be wet.”

  “You’ve survived everything so far,” he told her.

  She was hyperaware when he dropped the clamps onto a chair. Had he changed his mind?

  “Stand up.”

  Her motions a little less elegant than she would have preferred, she stood, still cupping her breasts and squeezing her nipples.

  “Legs shoulder-width apart,” he instructed. “Tip your head back so the column of your throat is exposed. It’s a very vulnerable position,” he told her. “Your body is open that way, and you’re not poised for flight. Says a lot about trust.”

  She positioned herself as he instructed. She couldn’t look at him, she realised, and she hated that.

  Alana felt one of his hands on her right breast. “Master?”

  “Drop your hands to your sides.”

  Her nipples were already super sensitised.

  “Keep them there,” he said, “despite any temptation to try to stop me. You will be restrained if necessary.”

  “No… It’s just…”

  “Go on.”

  “The anticipation of the pain.”

  He gently cupped her breasts. His touch was more of a caress. She felt her body relax, and she all but swayed against him.

  “Stand still.”

  It was hard when she wanted him to kiss her like he had done last night, hard, rough, demanding, commanding.

  She wanted him to make love to her, to fuck her, to possess her. But she’d probably have to earn that, too.

  He flicked the pads of his thumbs across her nipples. They pebbled. His touch was… wonderful.

  Ethan leaned in. Holding one breast captive, he sucked a nipple into his mouth. Using his tongue, he pressed it to the roof of his mouth.

  “Oh. God. Ethan!” She shuddered.

  “Now is your cunt wet?” he asked.

  “Yes!”

  He moved on to her other nipple, but he continued to tease the other with his fingers. Never had she enjoyed nipple play more. Her breasts felt full, and she wanted more.

  Unbelievably, she felt the first tendrils of an orgasm licking at her. Just from breast stimulation.

  But he stopped before she could get there.

  She moaned a protest. “Please.”

  “Thank you,” he corrected.

  “I…”

  “Thank me for my attention rather than pleading for more.”

  She worried her lower lip. “Yes. Thank you. Thank you, thank you. I want—”

  He took hold of her nipples.

  “Thank you.” She gave a little mew of gratitude. That orgasm was so close. So close. She moved a bit closer to him, silently begging him to touch her between the legs.

  He rolled her nipples.

  “Ahhhhhh…” Her eyes closed. “Mas…”

  Then he exerted more pressure. And more. The sensation at the tips of her breasts fell from delicious to tolerable, then to discomfort. “It hurts,” she protested. But unbelievably, she did feel her crotch getting more and more moist. He pulled on her nipples, nearly dragging her off balance. Tears stung her eyes.

  Slowly, he backed off the pain, his touch becoming soothing.

  Her head spun at the constant change of pressure and intensity.

  Suddenly, he released her.

  “Offer me your tits. Ask me to clamp them.”

  She couldn’t.

  He waited.

  He wanted her to ask for pain.

  The grandfather clock continued to tick in the background.

  He licked her nipples, laving them with moisture. Whatever he wanted to do to her, she wanted him to do it. “Yes,” she said, finally. “Clamp me.”

  “More specifically.”

  Her eyes were squeezed tightly closed. “Please, clamp my nipples.”

  “More graphically.”

  He’d ratcheted the tension again. “Clamp my tits. Clamp your sub’s tits. She wants to please her master.”

  “Cup your left breast. Offer it to me.”

  He needed to lean on his cane, she knew. And he’d asked for the added symbolism of her making the offering.

  He squeezed her nipple into a tight bud, then he released the clamp onto it.

  She sucked in her breath in anticipation of pain that didn’t come.

  In fact, it felt…good.

  The way he’d tormented her nipple felt worse than this. This was easy. Piece of cake. Chocolate at that.

  “Good girl. Now offer me your right breast.”

  As he squeezed and kneaded and prepared her nipple, she became aware of the constant pressure on the other.

  He’d been right. It was deceptive. Deceptive and mean.

  He clamped her nipple.

  “Lovely,” he said.

  The darkening of approval in his eyes made everything worthwhile.

  For the first time she began to understand the meaning of getting pleasure from her Master’s pleasure.

  “Hands back to your sides.”

  She dropped both of her hands. He released the chain, and its added weight tugged on her nipples. She curled her hands into little fists, her nails biting into her palms.

  “You’re starting to feel the pressure.”

  “Yes.”

  “But it’s not unbearable.”

  “No.”

  He picked up the chain. “As effective as a lead,” he told her.

  She silently willed him not to drop the chain.

  “The key is to think about something else. Think about how your tortured nipples please me. Concentrate on the feeling it gives your cunt. You can get aroused from them, if your state of mind is right. You may even, eventually, ask me to clamp you.”

  And she might one day ask if he’d like a one way ticket to hell.

  “The joy of clamping your nipples is only second to the joy of removing them. Those first few seconds when the blood flow returns and your involuntary cry.”

  “You’ve a mean streak, Master.”

  “Oh. Aye.” He yanked on the chain that ran between the clamps.

  “Jesus!”

  ”Now,” he told her, twisting the chain in his hand, pulling her breasts together and making her gasp for air, “tell me thank you.”

  She whimpered. She moaned.

  “You’ll do well to remember your manners, slut.”

  “Thank you!”

  “For?”

  “Thank you for clamping my tits. Thank you for reminding me of my manners.”

  He slowly released the chain from his fist.

  “Thank you.” This time it was sincere.

  “And now for your next lesson…” He rang the bell.

  She blinked back tears. She was overwhelmed. He’d been so gentle. He’d had her on the verge of an orgasm, he’d had her asking him to fuck her.

  And now…

  “Stop feeling sorry for yourself. Concentrate on me. On how I like seeing your nipples tormented. Think about your arousal.”

  “I’m not…”

  “You are.” Proving his point, he put a hand between her legs and effortlessly slid two fingers into her vagina. “Fuck my fingers.”

  Unbelievably, he was right; she was aroused. And the pain in her breasts shot little darts of need to her pussy. She was more turned on than she ever remembered being.

  She was shamelessly moving herself on his fingers when Thomas came into the room.

  “You called, Ethan?”

  “It’s time for Alana’s next lesson.’

  He grinned.

  Alana wasn’t just damp any longer, she was wet.

  She gave an unladylike moan when Ethan removed his fingers from her pussy. “Lick them clean,” he told her.

  Aware of
the other man watching her humiliation, she licked and sucked her Master’s hand. Until last night, she’d never tasted her own juices.

  “How’re your nipples?”

  “They hurt.”

  He nodded.

  Without the distraction of him playing between her legs, she was ridiculously aware of the pain lancing her breasts.

  Then he fisted his hand in the chain again. He exerted pressure, forcing her down onto her knees.

  Her eyes were watering, but she’d be damned if she’d cry out in front of both of them.

  “Thomas.”

  She couldn’t figure out what they were about until he was lying on his back, his head positioned between her legs.

  “Lower your crotch until your cunt is above Thomas’ mouth,” Ethan instructed. “He is, I’m told, very skilled at this.”

  She’d never done anything like this. She’d had a man between her legs before, licking her, but never like this.

  She lowered herself, until she was all but sitting on her haunches, facing towards Thomas.

  The chain between her clamps was still captured in Ethan’s fist, but he wasn’t pulling on it. “Listen to me carefully.”

  She looked up at the implacable face of her trainer.

  “No matter how tempted you are, you may not come.”

  Chapter Nine

  “She still needs to be shaved, Master.”

  Ethan carefully watched his trainee. He did know where her limits were. And, as he’d told her, he’d push her past them. But he was never careless. When he had a sub under his care, his every thought was on that person, even if they never had any idea of that.

  He saw Thomas curl his hands around her thighs, spreading her legs and drawing her closer and closer to his mouth.

  Thomas licked her from back to front, in a long, sensual motion.

  She let out a little moan. She wiggled, soundlessly trying to encourage him to reach different places.

  He repeated the same motion, letting her guide him to different spots.

  Ethan enjoyed watching this dance, knowing on some level he orchestrated it.

  When Thomas sucked her clit into his mouth, she froze.

  When he did it a second time, Ethan simultaneously tugged on her metal chain.

  “Hell!”

  “See what I mean, about the added intensity?”

  “Damn,” she said.

  Relying on his cane, he lowered himself to the floor next to them. He could read her expression better this way, see when she was in danger of climaxing.

  He enjoyed watching her body move as Thomas teased and thrilled her. And when Thomas was particularly intense, Ethan would twist her nipples, adding to it.

  “Mas…Master…I think…I’m going to…”

  “You don’t have permission,” he told her.

  Thomas kept up his onslaught on her cunt, adding little bites, then soothing them with a kiss.

  “Driving me…”

  “Think about me,” he told her. “And what I want. And I want your orgasm.”

  Her eyes opened wide. “You…”

  “Want your orgasm,” he repeated. “I want all of them.”

  She didn’t take her gaze from him. He saw her concentrating, fighting off the orgasm he’d denied her.

  Thomas was relentless, pulling her down, using his fingers to probe her vagina and part her pussy lips.

  And that was exactly what Ethan wanted, her out of her mind with desire and a conflicting order.

  “Come for me,” Thomas told her.

  “Better not,” Ethan countermanded.

  Thomas sucked her clit into his mouth.

  Her body convulsed, and he knew she was close to an orgasm.

  “I want you draped over the kneeling bench now,” he told her, pulling on her chain.

  He saw her shake her head. It wasn’t to deny him, it was to throw off the sensual daze. “Yes,” she whispered.

  Thomas reluctantly released her.

  “Thank you,” she said softly.

  “She’s learning, Ethan.”

  “Indeed.”

  “Summon me if I can be of service.”

  Thomas left the room, and Ethan was consumed with his sub. It took all of his self-discipline not to just flip her on her back and fuck her.

  He released her chain and she padded, a little unevenly, towards the bench. He used his cane to stand upright and move in behind her.

  Then he used his free hand to unfasten his trousers.

  She was perfectly, beautifully draped over the bench. Her hands were gripping the sides, her hair with its natural blonde highlights spilled on to the floor. She’d remembered to keep her legs parted, but turn her feet slightly inward.

  He stroked his cock and then rammed into her gaping pussy hard and fast.

  “Yes! Yes! Master me! Use me!”

  She was as wet and ready for this as he was.

  Ethan kept her bent over the bench and drove into her. He pulled back and out and slapped her upper thighs and arse, searing her skin, giving her the spanking she so hungrily craved.

  She screamed, but got wetter and wetter.

  Even though his erection strained, he inserted a finger into her vagina, seeking her G-spot.

  “Damn it!”

  “Do not come,” he told her.

  “But—”

  He stopped and smacked her cunt, hard. Deliberately.

  She screamed.

  “You’re wet,” he said.

  “I’m going to come!”

  “No, you’re not.”

  She tried to tease with her body, wiggling about, exposing herself. She might not be a natural sub, but she was shameless about pleasing and being pleased. He welcomed that.

  He found her G-spot again and put pressure against it. When she was about to shatter, despite his orders, he stopped.

  “You’re diabolical.”

  Ethan laughed. “One of the nicer things I’ve been called.” His hands on her waist, he sank his throbbing hard-on into her cunt again. Wordlessly, her body welcomed him. Her vaginal walls gripped him, milking him.

  His orgasm built in his balls, and he pulled out. He stroked himself hard, then ejaculated his thick load on her back.

  She moaned, finding satisfaction in pleasing him.

  Thomas was right. Answering her e-mails had been one of his better decisions in the last few months, if not years.

  “Thank you.”

  He barely heard her, as she was upside down and her breaths were loud and ragged. This woman, this sub, pleased him. As long as she was open and honest with him.

  “Hey?”

  He continued zipping his pants.

  “When do I get to come?”

  “When I’m ready to let you.”

  She pouted.

  He smacked her right buttock.

  * * * *

  His semen, Master’s semen, was warm and sticky on her skin.

  Alana was overwhelmed. Her nipples throbbed with pain. She hadn’t come, yet she was as dizzy and disoriented as if she had.

  Since the moment she’d stepped off the aeroplane and Thomas instructed her to throw her handbag in the rubbish bin, nothing had been predictable. From the rear-view mirror, the chauffeur had watched her masturbate herself as she rode in the limousine. Ethan had fucked her with a too-large dildo while she was on her back on the floor of the car. She’d been beaten, made to reveal some of her deepest, darkest secrets, forced to take an enema, clamped, eaten out by Thomas, and now, Master had finally fucked her, filling her full of his cock. He’d groaned deeply and climaxed.

  Could she be any luckier?

  Reaching back, she rubbed his cum into her back, aware that Ethan still gripped her.

  “You’ve earned an orgasm,” he told her.

  “Master?”

  He crouched behind her, something, she imagined, that wasn’t easy for him.

  “Legs farther apart.”

  Like Thomas had, he started to eat her pussy, his ton
gue devouring her in long sweeps.

  Here, hanging upside down, her ass and thighs stinging from the nasty slaps, her nipples aching, her whole body was on fire from Ethan’s touch and mastery.

  He’d aroused her and kept her there. That she hadn’t climaxed already was testament to how tuned-in he was to her every response, rather than her restraint or training.

  He inserted a finger into her pussy, then a second and third.

  Then he found a rhythm that would drive her over the edge.

  “You have permission to orgasm.”

  He continued to lick her clit and insert a finger in her pussy.

  She’d never been so overwhelmed. Boyfriends had brought her off, but not like this. Ethan dragged her to the edge and kept her on the precipice.

  The sensations in her arse were almost too much for her to reach orgasm, but if he’d touch her clitoris just one more time, with his finger, his thumb, his tongue… His tongue. Just for a few seconds…

  All she needed was one simple lick. Even a nip. Or, heaven help her, if he’d just gently suck…

  Then, unbelievably, he stood, once again grasping her waist. She felt his cock at her entrance. Men couldn’t be ready to fuck again so quickly. “Master?”

  He held her tightly and entered her.

  She felt his cock get harder as he worked in and out of her.

  “Come,” he told her, riding her hard.

  He fumbled and found the chain attached to her clamps and pulled on it.

  Seconds later, filled, stretched, hurting, wanting, needing, she screamed and shattered.

  She’d been used. Well used.

  After removing the clamps, the pain momentarily stunning her, Master left her, and she shook, shivering.

  She wanted to curl into a ball and hug herself, soothe herself and absorb everything that had happened to her.

  But that was a luxury he wouldn’t afford her. She was a sub, and she needed to be reminded of that role. “Lick my cock clean,” he said.

  She shook her head to clear the cobwebs. She was somewhat aware of Ethan reaching for his cane and moving to the chair near the hearth. It took a few seconds for her to stand up straight once she was no longer hanging upside down.

  Tucking strands of hair behind her ears, she walked towards him on wobbly legs.

  His cock was still turgid, and she knew she’d never get the entire length in her mouth. But she knew that didn’t mean he wouldn’t compel her to try, and to keep at it until she succeeded.