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“You forgot what you were supposed to be doing,” he admonished.
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
“You were holding your breath a second ago. Why? Pain? Pleasure?”
She could lie to him, but she wouldn’t. He deserved the truth. “I rubbed my clit against the dildo.”
He reached into the bag. “And is that what I told you to do? Did I tell you to play with your little clit?”
“No, Sir.”
He raised a pair of nipple clamps, letting them dangle from his finger. “I’ll give you one more chance to follow instructions. Either you start telling me exactly what you’re doing, or instead of these clamps, which I intend to screw on nice and tight, I’ll go get some clover clamps.”
She winced. Clover clamps tightened when the connecting chain was pulled. Even on first application they were painful. While she was masochistic, that level of severe pain didn’t fit her mood, or this scene. This was about dominance, obedience, and pleasure.
“I have the mushroom dildo positioned right at…right where it’s about to go in.”
“The mushroom…?”
“It’s sort of shaped like a mushroom.”
“Makes sense. It’s actually a ‘knob stimulator’ since it’s shaped a bit like a doorknob.”
“In that case, the knob is almost inside me.” She pursed her lips and rolled her eyes a little at the lame double entendre.
Daniel smiled at her. Reaching out one long arm he stroked the top of her breast, and then flicked her nipple.
“Fuck yourself on it,” he said softly. “It’s going to be big. And with the plug in your ass, you’re going to have to work yourself onto the dildo.”
“Yes, Sir.” She adjusted her legs one at a time and then sank down. The knob felt impossibly big and blunt. She looked up. “I’m not sure it will fit.”
“It will.”
She bore down, wiggling. She felt stretched and tight, the plug in her ass shifting with each breath.
Once more Daniel knelt in front of her. “Do you need help?”
“Yes, please.” She started to rise up, assuming he was going to reach under her and fuck her with his fingers, or maybe lube up the knob.
“No.” Daniel put his hand on her shoulder, arresting her movement.
Holding her gaze, he looped the nipple clamp chain around his neck like a stethoscope and then reached out to pinch and pluck her nipples. Pleasure rippled through her.
He captured the tips of her breasts between thumbs and middle fingers, pinching lightly, and then stroked the flat tip of each nipple with the pad of his index finger. The sensation was so acute that her pussy clenched in reaction to the pleasure, and she moaned, grabbing fistfuls of her own hair and tugging, adding a little bit of pain.
“Talk,” he commanded.
“That feels so good. So fucking good. So…so precise. It’s like there’s a direct line, or nerve, or something, connecting my nipples and clit.”
“Good, slut. What else?”
“I’m pulling my hair, because I like it. Because I like that kind of pain.” Autumn had closed her eyes, because it was easier to narrate what she was feeling without knowing he was looking at her.
“And your pussy?”
“I’m…I’m wetter now. You made me wetter.” She wiggled, rubbing her opening all over the knob. “I’m going to try—”
She stopped on a shriek of pleasure. When she’d shifted her weight, the knob had slipped inside her with an almost popping sensation.
