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He drew his finger along her throat. Her skin was hot to the touch, a rosy flush moving over her neck and along her cheeks. He lightly gripped her throat, applying just enough pressure to get her full attention. Her eyes widened and she moaned softly, the sound like fingers fluttering over his rock-hard cock.
The pain from the clamps eased from her features as her nipples numbed. He decided to leave the clamps in place for a while, the lingering pressure a nice juxtaposition to the pleasure he planned to give her.
Keeping a light grip on her throat, he said, “You look so fucking beautiful right now, bound in rope, your breasts like an offering, your nipples clamped, your legs spread wide for me. I’m going to do whatever I want to you right now, and you’re going to let me, aren’t you, sub girl?”
“Yes, please,” she breathed fervently, sending another jolt of lust up his shaft.
Rising from the bed, he quickly stripped off his clothing. As he stared down at the gorgeous woman bound on his bed, he massaged his cock for a moment, just to take the edge off.
Returning to the mattress, he positioned himself between her thighs. Closing his eyes, he breathed in the light, spicy-sweet scent of her musk. Taking a finger, he drew it lightly around her already hard little clit. She was wet, her labia like fat rose petals.
Unable to resist a moment longer, he lowered his head and drew his tongue along the soft, sweet folds. She shuddered sweetly.
He flicked his tongue over her clit as he slipped a finger into the tight, wet heat of her cunt. As he licked and suckled her, he reached up and gripped the chain between the clamps, giving it a slight tug.
She groaned at the sudden pain as the clamps tightened against already compressed nipples. He redoubled his efforts with his tongue, blending the pleasure and pain for her as he knew she didn’t just want, but needed.
She was trembling now, her musk a heady perfume in his nose and sweet as honeysuckle in his mouth as he drew her toward the first of many orgasms he planned to give her that night.
Power surged through him like a drug as he drove his darling nearly to the edge. When her breath had quickened into a mewling pant, he lifted his head long enough to growl, “Beg me, Rowan. Beg me for permission to come.”
“Please,” she wailed, her body arching as much as it could in her constrained position. “Oh, god, please, Sir! May I come?”
“Yes,” he granted, dipping back down to lick and kiss her, gripping hard on the soft skin of her inner thighs. “Come for me. Now.”
He continued to lick and tease the engorged folds of her sex, slowly easing the intensity until her bucking had subsided, her breath sliding into a long, deep sigh. Lifting his head, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he took in the lovely sight of the sated girl. Her head was turned on the pillow, her hair wild, her eyes closed, the hint of a smile lifting that luscious, full mouth.
He hated to disturb her post-orgasmic languor, but her breasts were turning slightly purple from the ropes, and she’d worn the clamps long enough. Scooting up beside her, he said softly, “Hey, gorgeous. I’m going to remove the clamps and rope, okay?”
Her eyes fluttered open, fixing him with an unfocused gaze. As his words apparently penetrated, some of the sexy, smudged look left her face, replaced by trepidation.
“I know,” he sympathized. “It’s going to hurt, but just for a second. I promise, I’ll kiss away the pain.”
She nodded slowly, a look of resolve entering her expression. Like any true sub, she was courageous and brave.
He removed the clamps one at a time, pausing between to lick and gently suckle the nipple as the blood rushed back into tortured nerve endings. Once that was done, he moved quickly, freeing her breasts from their tight confines.
He cupped them lightly, enjoying the feel of her nipples, still hard and poking against his palms. He ran his hands lightly down her silky-soft skin, stopping to cup the heat between her legs before moving down to her ankles.
As he freed her legs from the ropes, he said, “I’m going to leave your wrists bound in rope. I like the idea of you still tethered and helpless while I fuck you. Does that suit you, Rowan?”
“Yes. Oh, yes, Sir,” she replied eagerly.
Unable to hold out a second longer, Eric draped himself over the lovely sub, cock in hand. Carefully, he pressed the head of his shaft into the slick, tight heat of her sex. He groaned as her vaginal muscles clamped down around him, sending a spasm of pleasure through his loins.
