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She muttered something, and even though he couldn’t make out the words, he figured it would be something unflattering. He gave her a couple of smacks on the ass.
“Ow! You seem awfully fond of smacking my butt.”
“I told you it was my happy place. Move up onto your hands again.” He found the nipple clamps he’d been searching for. They were the type with a screw at the end so they could provide the lightest of stimulation or be tightened until the pressure was intense.
He lay on the bed so his head was directly beneath her right breast. “Lower down a little. Stop.”
He took her nipple into his mouth. She immediately groaned. He licked at the tight, little nub, then tugged on it lightly with his teeth. Sucking strongly, her whimpers were ambrosia to him. He wanted more. He moved his head to the side so he could see what he was doing as he placed the clamp around her nipple then tightened it slightly.
“Oh, hell,” she muttered.
“How does that feel?” he asked her.
“It doesn’t hurt,” she admitted. “More like pressure.”
“Not all nipple clamps are painful. Although you might need them a bit tighter to help you remember how to address me.” He slid out and moved to the other side of the bed.
“Sorry, Sir,” she said quickly.
“Your nipple looks so pretty with its decoration.”
“Yeah? Devil does piercings as well as tattoos, maybe I should get them pierced, Sir.”
He twisted her free nipple, and she squeaked. “No one is touching these nipples except me, understood? You are not getting them pierced. And you are going nowhere near Devil.”
“No motorcycles, no piercings, no ex-cons called Devil. Is there anything I’m allowed to do?”
“Yes, you’re allowed to do nice, safe things.” He slid the other clamp around her nipple and tightened it.
“Like let you clamp my nipples and plug my ass?”
“Exactly. And you’re forgetting who’s in charge. These are my nipples. My ass. I decide what goes on and in them.” He made his voice hard as he flicked each nipple. She cried out, her body trembling.
He slid out and grabbed the long black riding crop by its handle. It had a flat, black rectangular piece at the other end. Then he grabbed the large feather. “Now let’s get to your discipline because my cock can’t wait much longer to get inside you.”
A low sound escaped her, but that was okay, he didn’t require an answer. He ran the flat end of whip in light circles over her ass. Then he flicked his wrist, landing it with a pop. It was just a light smack, but she still jumped slightly. He ran it over her other cheek then smacked it down again. Pausing, he listened to her breathing.
“How are you doing, kitten?”
“I’m all right, Sir.”
There was a slight tremble to her voice, but nothing indicating true fear or pain.
“I know we haven’t known each other long, and I’ve just become your Dom . . . ” Damn those words made him hot. “But I need you to know how seriously I take your safety.” He continued to run it over her skin, slapping it down on her butt now and then, covering the area in red patches. “The next time you think about doing something dangerous, like riding a bike at high speed, I expect you’ll think about this.” He gave her two taps this time. She gasped, her ass cheeks clenching. He turned the crop around and ran the end of it down the seam of her ass, pressing lightly against the plug.
“I think I will, Sir.”
“Good.” He pulled the crop back. She tensed, obviously expecting a smack. Instead, he hit her with the feather. She let out a deep breath.
“What was that?” she asked.
“What was that, Sir?” He gave her three smacks with the flat end of the crop. She groaned. By now her ass was pink. Getting closer to the color he wanted.
“What was that, Sir?”
He slapped the top of each thigh then ran the feather over the abused skin. She let out a sigh.
“The feather is to keep you on edge. You like to top from the bottom. But with the blindfold, you don’t know what’s coming next. You’re not in control here unless you use your safeword. I am.”
