The Denim Dom (Siren Publishing Sensations) (28 page)

Torture…holy crap, it
is
torture…

And she never wanted it to end.

He soon tired of that one. He gave her a few moments to rest while he deflated and removed the dildo. He reached between her legs and up her body to the nipple clamp chain and gently tugged it. “How we doing, pet?”

She softly sobbed as the stimulation made her buzzing clit throb again. “Green,” she managed to whisper.

He tugged the chain a little harder. “What, pet?” he sternly asked.

“Ow! Green, Sir!”

He laughed and released the chain. He rested his warm palm flat on her tummy. “Such a good girl for me,” he said. “I’m so proud of you.”

He stroked her belly. “Just think how much better this will be next weekend when I have a butt plug up your ass at the same time. Maybe I’ll even put one of my penis gags in your mouth. I have a small one. Then you can have all three holes filled at the same time while I’m buzzing your clit. Would you like that, pet? I know I’d love it. I could put you on all fours on the other bench, move it out to my living room, and sit there and watch TV while you lie there all night, helpless to do anything about it except come. I’ll even put the weighted, vibrating nipple clamps on you so that every time you move they swing around and add even more torment.”

She whimpered, almost ashamed to admit it when the mental image made her pussy throb again. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.

Right now, hell, she’d agree to anything he asked. The blessed endorphins had returned with a vengeance. Nothing in the world mattered to her besides what they were doing at this moment. She wanted to please him and keep feeling like this.

“Good girl. Consider it added to next weekend’s agenda.” His hand disappeared. Then another dildo slowly started fucking her. Thicker than the rabbit, he quickly had it buried as far inside her as it would go. He held it in place with one hand, using his fingers to spread her labia far apart.

Then she howled as a pinching pain attached itself to the top of her left outer labia.

“Just a clothespin, pet,” he scolded. “Are you safewording?”

She thrashed her head back and forth. “No, Sir.”

“Give me a color!” he barked.

“Green!” she sobbed. “Green, Sir!”

“Good girl,” he cooed, then a matching pinch clamped down on the right side. She let out a cry, but that turned into a moan as he started fucking her with the dildo and he pressed another vibrator against her clit.

He added more clothespins until she lost count, tempering each one with more fucking and buzzing until the whole orgasm-pain cycle melded into one long, searing quicksilver of sensations she both hated and never wanted to stop.

He turned up the vibrator and started fucking her harder with the dildo. “Come again for me, pet. Now!”

Pulling against the restraints was futile, but it was all she could do. She screamed as more liquid fire seemed to consume her cunt and clit, no longer able to tell what was pain and pleasure.

“Good girl!” He kept the vibrator going, leaving her gasping and sobbing as more aftershocks robbed her of strength. The clothespins disappeared one by one though, and even as he kept vibrating her clit he soothed her flesh with his other hand, gently rubbing her folds and taking the pain away until only pleasure was left.

She flexed her hips as much as she could in time with his thrusts with the dildo. She could no longer tell which orgasms started within and which ones were triggered by her clit.

He shut off the vibrator and removed the dildo at the same time. Shocked, she gasped, relieved and disappointed at the same time. She shivered a little as the fine sheen of sweat now covering her body chilled her.

“Such a good girl.” He reached up and freed her nipples. She yelped again when they stung as blood rushed back into them. He soothed them with his fingers though, until his touch was pure pleasure.

Keeping her eyes closed, she let herself relax as all she felt was his hand, working back and forth between her nipples until that, too, ceased.

She should have known better.

“Let’s see how you like this, pet.” She felt him press something over her clit, something round, and before she could raise her head to see what, she heard a pumping sound.

Lightning exploded in her clit. Or, that was what it felt like. “This is clit pumping, pet. I’ll only leave it on for a minute or two.” She howled as her swollen and sensitive clit was sucked into the cup and he disconnected the hand pump.

Then the
click
of a vibrator, which he placed against the side of the cup.

She thrashed against her restraints as pain and pleasure struggled for dominance until she didn’t care anymore. She was about to safeword when she felt the suction disappear at the same time she heard a soft
whish
as he released the valve on the cup.

It took every last ounce of strength to suck air into her lungs as the soft sound of his chuckle came to her. He knelt next to her and stroked her hair. “My poor pet. That was almost too much, wasn’t it?”

She closed her eyes and nodded.

“Don’t worry. We can work up to longer times on that.” He stroked her forehead. “But I will be trying the cups on your nipples next weekend. For as long as you had the nipple clamps on tonight, I expect you’ll be able to tolerate them for a while.”

She shivered and forced her eyes open. His gaze looked concerned, his face inches from hers. “Where are we, pet?” he softly asked.

She couldn’t close her eyes. She wanted to drown in his gaze.

A scary thought struck her.
I’m falling in love with him.

She shoved it away. “Green, Sir.”

“Good girl.” He leaned in and kissed her forehead. “You were a very good girl for me tonight. We’re done. Now, we’re going to go cuddle on the couch and watch TV and you can even take a nap if you want.”

She closed her eyes and nodded as the tears started.

He quickly unbound her and wrapped a blanket around her. “Hold on to me,” he said.

She wrapped an arm around his neck as he scooped her up. She rested her face against his chest and kept her eyes closed as he carried her out to the living room. Only after he had her settled on the couch with her head in his lap did she open her eyes and look up at him.

He gazed down at her. His hand kept stroking her hair, something she hoped he didn’t stop doing. “Are you all right, pet?”

She nodded, too tired to say anything. As her tears faded, she felt darkness closing in and gave in to it.

* * * *

It wasn’t until he was sure she’d fallen asleep that he threw back his head and closed his eyes. His body thrummed with tension, adrenaline, desire.

He’d never had so much fun in his entire life. If he could, he’d put her in his bed, get undressed, and curl his body around hers all night long.

Jesus, I’m in love with her.

By all rights he knew he should end their agreement now, and tell her exactly why.

But it wasn’t her fault he couldn’t keep his heart corralled.

I can do this. I can handle this.

He hoped.

He’d only had her on the bench for about thirty minutes, but she slept nearly two hours. He dozed off and on, starting awake anytime he felt her move.

He was awake and watching her when she finally rejoined the land of the lucid.

He smiled down at her. “Sleep well?”

She nodded. “Thank you, Sir.”

“It was definitely my pleasure, pet.”

“How long was I out?”

“Nearly two hours. It’s all right. I wore you out.” She looked sad for a moment. “Are you all right?” he asked.

“I’m not going to want to go to work tomorrow,” she said. “I feel like I’ve run a marathon.”

“I’m really impressed by how well you did. You took everything I threw at you like a champ. You probably would have tolerated the clit pumping better if I’d done it early on, but you kept up with me.”

She blushed. “Thank you, Sir.”

“Any questions?”

She stared up into his eyes again. He loved her hazel eyes, little flecks of amber and green and brown giving her a sweet look. “Are you still horny, Sir?”

His cock throbbed in his jeans. “Yes, pet. That’s my problem, not yours.”

“May I watch you…” She blinked. “You know, can I watch you rub one out?”

He pressed his lips together, tempted to say no, that it was pushing boundaries too far and fast considering she was still likely in subspace.

But the longing in her eyes, he couldn’t resist that.

“Okay.” He extricated himself from her and went to the bedroom, where he grabbed a towel from his bathroom and a bottle of lube from the bedside table. Upon second thought, he opened the drawer again and grabbed a spare double-ended snap clip out of it before returning to the living room.

She had the throw wrapped around her and was sitting up. “Hands behind you,” he ordered.

She complied immediately, even though she looked confused. He quickly snapped the clip to her wrist cuffs, keeping her immobile. “That’s so you don’t tempt me too much,” he said, brushing the tip of his finger down her nose.

She smiled.

He draped the throw around her again so she didn’t get chilled. He kicked off his shoes and unzipped his jeans. He pushed them and his briefs down his legs. His shirt joined the fabric on the floor. After spreading the towel out, he sat at the other end of the couch, turned sideways and facing her. He braced his feet against the side of her leg. “You stay there,” he said, pointing at her. “I’m going to consider this a pet reward since you were such a good girl for me.”

Hell, he could lie to himself and her about that, use it as an excuse.

The truth was, he wanted her to watch. To see what she did to him.

* * * *

She unconsciously licked her lips as she watched him settle into position. He had a beautiful body, athletic and trim, but not overly muscled. A light dusting of dark hair tapered down his chest into a treasure trail that ended in the short nest of hair surrounding the base of his member. His cock was gorgeous, at least eight inches, cut, that put James to shame. His eyes locked onto hers as he squirted lube into his left hand and slowly started stroking.

“I thought you were right-handed—”

“Shh,” he said. “Quiet, pet.”

Her lips clamped closed. She realized how smart he was to clip her hands behind her back. If she was free, she’d be crawling between his legs, eager to lick and suck his cock.

Pre-cum already oozed from the slit at the engorged head. He kept his eyes on hers as he stroked, the hard edge to his gaze fading and softening as his breath came in shorter gasps.

The first orgasm came in maybe two minutes with a soft grunt that made her pussy clench when she realized that was how he’d sound if he was fucking her. Pearly jets of cum exploded out of the end of his cock and all over the towel. But he only slowed his strokes, didn’t stop, never taking his eyes from her. After another moment, he was fully hard again.

“You do this to me, pet,” he whispered, stroking harder and faster now, a little twist of his wrist at the top of each stroke swiping across the head of his cock before sweeping down his shaft again.

Her lips parted. An image flashed in her mind, of her kneeling before him while he did this, his cock pointed at her open and eagerly waiting mouth.

She blinked and was back on the couch, his green eyes holding hers.

“Get ready, pet,” he whispered.

This time, his whole body tensed. His eyes fell closed as his chin dropped. He stroked harder, faster, the light slapping sound audible over the TV as his strokes turned into short, hard, jabbing motions.

He threw back his head and let out a loud groan as his cock exploded. The load of cum exploding from his cock didn’t look any smaller than the first. This time he fell still, breathing hard and leaning against the back of the couch as he caught his breath.

She was still staring at him when he opened his eyes. He let out a soft laugh. “Well?”

“Wow.”

He cleaned himself up with the towel before standing. She couldn’t take her eyes off him. She wished she could beg him to fuck her right then.

He looked amused. “Are you all right, pet?”

She nodded. “Thank you, Sir.”

His gaze softened. He pulled on his shirt, briefs, and jeans before leaning in and kissing her forehead. He reached behind her and unclipped her wrists. “No, thank you, pet. As you can see, playing with you like this seems to have given my decent libido a boost. Usually I’m good for one.” He grinned. “You’ve set my sadistic motor running and that always makes me horny.”

He could have taken advantage of her at any time that night. He could have asked her to let him fuck her, or to suck him off, or anything. He had her trussed up tightly and so deep in subspace that she would have gladly begged for him to do it if he’d suggested it.

But he didn’t.

He’d kept his word.