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He reaches between my thighs, his eyes glued to my face, and he does it. He takes the clamp and clips it onto my clit.
“OHHH!”
“How does that feel?”
I couldn’t begin to describe it. Just that it numbs all other thoughts from my brain and makes it impossible to think of anything else.
An instant, tortuous throb begins, like any relief I can possibly achieve has been bottled up into my sensitive little nub without any way to escape. Instead, I’m left trapped in between. On the cusp of relief while I suffer at the unforgiving pinch of the metal.
The nipple clamps are nothing compared to this.
He cups my chin and drops a kiss on my cheek. “How does it feel, little lamb? Tell me.”
Words escape me, seemingly far out of reach. Between the torturous bite of the clamps and the disconcerting fullness in my rear channel, I’m incapable of speech. Nevermind the gag in my mouth. The intense sensations being inflicted on me not only grip my body but they grip my mind—I’m consumed with thoughts about how tight the clamp feels on my clit, and wondering just what size plug he inserted into me.
I babble more incoherence around my ball gag. Only after do I realize I’ve started drooling again.
Amusement flickers in Kaden’s dark eyes and he steps up to me. He licks at my moist, wide-open lips almost like he can’t resist himself, and then swipes the pad of his thumb along the wetness of my mouth and chin.
A second later, I realize why—he’s out to torture my clit. His hand finds my pussy and his thumb begins rubbing slow, wet circles on my pinched clit.
My hips buck against his efforts and a growly noise warbles from my throat.
“What’s the matter, little lamb? Do you like it when I rub your clit? Does it feel good?”
Yes.
Oh, fuck yes.
I close my eyes and concentrate on the rhythm of my breathing. It’s the only thing I have control over. Everything else is happening to me… and I hate that my body’s slowly responding to the punishment.
My clit throbs for relief in the most impossible way. It’s like being suspended between heaven and hell. The blood flow has been interrupted and I can feel pressure welling up in the nub made up of thousands of nerve-endings.
But nothing happens. Except for the pinch and the pressure and the sensation like I’m so close, so damn close to reaching something I can’t even describe.
I make another noise that sounds borderline obscene to my ears. It’s the sound of desperation.
Pure, unashamed lust.
I’m trembling in my chains. My nipples ache under the vise of the clamps and a wild fire has lit from within. Even the plug in my ass has started to arouse me, creating a deep need totrulybe filled.
And not by a cool stainless steel device.
Kaden reads my mind. His dark eyes hook mine and he finishes toying with my pussy. The devilish glint in them sends another chill down my spine.
“You seem to love the clamps. Regardless of your little protests. But how do you feel about the plug, little lamb? Is it too much? I went up two sizes… to better prepare you.”
I make a guttural noise that’s supposed to serve as an answer.
He laughs and strolls around to the back of me. His large, warm hands grip my waist, and he pushes himself into me from behind. The solidness of his body, the dominating feel of him braced around me, makes my clit throb harder.
I want Kaden to continue. I want him to do as he plans. Finish his punishment. Make me suffer.Thenmake me come.
He bends his head and traces his lips along my jaw. His breathing quickens, deep and harsh, like a precursor to thunder. He’s hard, letting his erection prod into me as if it’s a weapon he’s about to wield.
“You were unconscious,” he says silkily into my ear. “But I inserted it anyway. I had my way with you, little lamb. I fucked that sweet pussy of yours… and couldn’t resist punishing you with the plug. Do you want to know what I’ve done? That I’ve been so unable to resist you, I’ve had you when you were nothing but a beautiful, sensual woman moaning in her sleep?”
My heart pounds heavily in my chest at his confession. Deep in the core of my being, where my instinct and intuition exist, I’m aware it’s the unvarnished truth. I’m aware that some part of me already knew this—there have been times in recent weeks where I was dreaming, though acutely cognizant of pleasure.
