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When he finally stopped, she lay limp and panting on his lap, her cunt juices moistening her thighs, her heart hammering in her chest. A part of her wanted him to flip her over and rise above her on the couch. His pants would miraculously vanish so he could thrust his hard cock inside her.
But he clearly had other things in mind. He got to his feet, lifting her upright in the process. “Now that you’re warmed up,” he said in a low, sexy voice, “I want you to lie face-down on the bondage table. What’s your safeword?”
“Mercy,” Sophia gasped, still breathless from the intense spanking.
“Mercy,” he repeated. “Got it. Since you’ll be gagged for most of this session, your safe hand signal will be to open and close both fists.”
“It takes a lot to send me over the edge.”
Nick cocked one eyebrow. “Duly noted.”
He helped her onto the table. Her entire body had heated up as a result of the spanking, and the leather felt cool and soothing against her skin. There was a face cradle at the front of the table. She rested her forehead against the cushioned rim and closed her eyes.
Nick slipped leather cuffs around her wrists and clipped them to attachment bolts on either side of the table. He did the same with her ankles. Then he slid a pillow under her hips so her ass was raised, her cunt bared between her forcibly spread legs.
“I like you like that,” Nick said from above her. “Naked, bound and on display. You can’t move. You can’t get away. You are indeed at my mercy, Sophia.”
In spite of the fact that she trusted him, his words and the vulnerability of her position sent a tremor of delicious fear through her body.
“Do you have any issues with pump gags?”
A shot of adrenaline spurted through Sophia’s veins. She lifted her head to see what he was holding. “I’m not entirely sure,” she said honestly as she eyed the rubber contraption. It was similar to a ball gag, but instead of a silicone ball set into the leather strap, it had a small bulb-shaped head attached to a tube with a pump at its end. “I’ve seen them used, but I’ve never personally experienced one.”
“This part goes in your mouth,” Nick explained, holding the gag up for her to see. “Then I’ll pump it until it’s about the size of a small apple. Are you okay with that?”
Sophia swallowed hard as she stared at the ominous device. But this was what she had wanted, wasn’t it? Intensity of experience with a Dom who knew what he was doing. If she was going to do this thing, she might as well go all in.
Wordlessly, she nodded.
“Excellent. Remember, if you start to freak out, just use your hand signal. Open and close both hands. There’s no shame in that, no judgment. We’re still exploring your limits right now.”
His words calmed her. “Okay, yeah. I’m ready.”
She allowed him to position the small rubber bulb between her teeth. He buckled the strap in place around her head and then used the pump to inflate the bulb until it filled her mouth. “Can you still swallow?” Nick asked. “I don’t want to overinflate it. You need to be able to swallow.”
Though her tongue was pressed back in her mouth, Sophia was able to swallow. The contraption was much nicer than a hard ball gag. She nodded.
“Good. Now, try to make a sound.”
Sophia managed a mewling squeak, but not much more.
Nick’s smile was at once cruel and sensual. “Perfect,” he purred, his eyes sparking with sadistic pleasure. He detached the pump tube from the mask and set it on the counter.
Turning back to her, he held up a padded sleep mask. “Next, we take away your sight.” He slipped the mask over her eyes, plunging her into darkness. She resettled her head in the face cradle, her heart pumping hard.
“Now, your hearing.”
Sophia felt the press of earplugs, which he adjusted until all she could hear was the whooshing beat of her own heart. She was truly helpless—gagged, bound, blinded and shrouded in silence. Her skin prickled with anticipation, all her nerve endings on high alert. She felt like a little kid on Christmas morning getting her first look at all the brightly wrapped packages under the tree. At the same time, it was as if she stood at the edge of a cliff, and the slightest push would send her flying…
A tickling whisper of something soft moved over her ass, startling her and causing her to jerk in her restraints. It fluttered down her thighs and flicked against her labia. It moved lightly over her back and brushed the sides of her breasts.
A feather?
A moment later, the sharp graze of dozens of tiny pinpricks moved over her skin. They scraped along her ass and the backs of her thighs just hard enough to get her full attention. Must be the vampire glove.
