Page 89 of Love Unlimited

Daddy pulled back to rub each nipple, pulling them out to tight little mounds. Then he attached a clover clip on the left.

Landon gasped and shifted, bringing matching arcs of pain in two places. He’d been so surprised by the bite of the rubber grips on his nipple that he’d jerked against the chains below.

Daddy pulled him into a passionate kiss, devouring him in a sensuous wave that contrasted so beautifully with the stress in his thighs and the throbbing heat on his chest. He felt dizzy with it, awash in Daddy’s ownership.

His arms, still chained at the wrists, wrapped around Daddy’s neck and he clung to him. Not just for balance, but because he wanted to be closer. Daddy pulled him in, supporting his full weight and giving him a bit of respite.

Daddy kissed over his cheeks and down his neck, then slid out from between his arms. He supported Landon until he had his balance back.

How does that feel?

Landon moved his hands to sign, immediately shifting his balance and leaving him unsteady.

Keep your hands on the wall, Daddy reminded them with that dark, smoldering look he did so well.

All Landon could do was make a face. The nipple clamp felt good, the sharp teeth twisting around inside him into bliss. But the ball ring was wretched. Every time he so much as moved it yanked his balls horribly away, stretching them uncomfortably and making his stomach churn.

When Daddy saw his expression, though, all he did was chuckle. He ran one hand down to stroke Landon’s balls, gently rubbing over the strained flesh that felt like it was pulled so tight it was about to pop. You hate this, don’t you? he asked with his other hand. Gently. Kindly.

Landon nodded. He loved the sensitivity, the way he felt all shivery inside at the slightest touch. But he loathed the weight when Daddy pulled just a bit on the ring or he jerked against it unintentionally. Did that mean Daddy would take it off?

Do you need to safeword? Daddy was still stroking his delicate flesh, the mixed sensations making him feel shivery and so very small.

God, this was what it meant to suffer for Daddy. To give everything over.

Landon shook his head. He didn’t think he ever wanted to experience the weighted ring again. But at the same time, something new grew inside him. Thorny and difficult, like one of his cacti. Like Landon himself.

This was exactly what he craved.

Good boy, Daddy told him. And fuck, it was like a golden beam of sunlight straight to his heart. He was Daddy’s good boy. He could endure anything.

If he’d ever doubted it, he only had to look down to see that his cock was rock hard.

Daddy smirked, probably knowing exactly the effect he was having. I’m not done yet. He twisted their other nipple, tugging and squeezing until Landon arched back, bringing on a wave of secondary pain. That was when he attached the second clip.

Landon was panting now. His thighs were really starting to feel the strain. And while he’d thought touching the wall would offer some relief, it wasn’t enough. He crouched down, trying to relieve that endless tugging, though it increased the strain on his thighs and made his calves tremble.

Daddy stretched one of the nipple chains down and clipped it to the spreader bar. Now Landon’s torso was hunched over too. It was a precarious position because if he leaned further forward, his hips jerked back. But straightening his hips pulled the clover clamp tighter.

Fuck. This was difficult. He was already feeling a little shaky and weak, and they’d barely started. He pressed more of his weight into his hands.

Daddy stroked along his cheek. You are beautiful. A work of art.

He could feel it inside. It was this deep form of submission he hadn’t had with any other Dom. His suffering was a gift and he was giving it to the man he loved.

It made him feel strong, like he could hold this tenuous position indefinitely.

Daddy kissed down his side, nipping and kissing as he went. He knelt to pull another toy from between the folds of the towel.

Landon knew this one well. It was a cock ring, with rounded bumps inside that vibrated and squeezed inward rhythmically. When he’d been single, he’d often used it on himself, which Daddy had asked him to demonstrate once in a private show.

Daddy grinned up at him wickedly as he squirted a dab of lube into his hand and ran it along Landon’s erection.

Oh, God. The pain was one thing, but this was too much. It was too good. Then Daddy slid on the cock ring, setting it to pulse just behind the head where it felt the most intense.

Landon felt a scream ripped out of him. It was so immediate, the pleasure building on the pain, and yet that movement sent another hard tug to his balls, stopping the orgasm cold.

He sucked in a gasping breath.