Christmas Pet

Both terrified and thrilled, I walked around the bench, inspecting it.

“I’m going to cuff your wrists so they’re chained above your head, and then I am going to cuff your legs to the other chains and raise them up.”

I blew out a slow, shaky breath.

“Are you ready, pet?” His voice and his eyes were heavy with desire.

I gnawed on my lower lip and walked around the bench one more time. “Ready.”

My legs shook with both fear and arousal. While James had explained everything, I had no idea what would actually happen when I got on the bench, but my body was ready for everything and anything.

“Climb up and lay down.”

I lay back on the cold, soft leather and stared up at the dangling chains. I raised my arms above my head, and James got to work using fur-lined cuffs on my wrists. Next, he secured the cuffs around my ankles.

He fed the chains through them and pulled the slack until my ankles were high and my legs spread. I could now understand where the bench got its name.

Since the panties I wore were crotchless, my pussy was uncovered to the world. A shock of embarrassment flashed through me, and I tried in vain to close my legs.

James chuckled. “You think it would be that easy, pet? Remember your safe word?”

I nodded.

“I also need you to have a word if you need me to slow things down.”

I grinned. “Snow.”

“Blizzard and snow it is.” From his back pocket, he took out a red blindfold. Barely able to contain my excitement, I wiggled as much as my restraints allowed.

“I see by the flash in your eyes, you’re excited.”

“Excited and nervous, but also scared, sir.”

“I wouldn’t expect it any other way.”

He lay the blindfold over my eyes and secured it in place. The world went dark, which added a whole new intensity to what was about to happen.

My heartbeat skyrocketed. A small part of me wanted to scream at James and tell him to get on with it, but that would only have earned me a punishment. He might not continue with what he had planned if I became demanding.

He kissed me gently, and I responded enthusiastically. His tongue tangled with mine and left me moaning. He withdrew and plunged again, and again, and again.

“I’m going to touch you. I’m going to taste you. And I’m going to explore every inch of you.”

“Thank you, sir.” If he didn’t relieve some of the pressure building inside me and soon, I was in danger of snapping. The foreplay had been going on for almost twenty-four hours.

He ran his hands over my collarbone then went lower, pulling down the cups of my corset and exposing my breasts fully to the cool air. I lifted my chest as much as I could, attempting to force him to pay attention to my hard nipples.

James responded by rubbing the flat of his palm back and forth, barely touching me. Aching tingles of need swirled through my veins, and I struggled against my restraints. What he was doing wasn’t enough. I needed everything he said tonight would be, and I needed it now.

He lifted his palm, and I cried out. “Please.”

I wanted the blindfold off. I wanted to see his expression, but also not being able to see added a whole new level of arousal. I forced myself to relax, and my mind wandered through all the possible pleasures James could bestow on me.

Hands I knew well cupped my tits forcefully, and his lips clamped down on one of my nipples, sucking on this sensitive tip. He toyed and played for what could have been twenty minutes or more before stopping and moving to my other nipple. When he’d finished playing with that nipple, he bit down, and pain and pleasure blurred into one.

He pinched the pulsing bud between his fingers, and then I was aware of a cold, stinging sensation too tight to be his fingers. I gasped at the stinging shock shooting through my nipple. The tight compression felt almost painful but not quite. Clamps. Electric currents danced down to my clit and back up again.

He sucked my other nipple hard then placed a clamp over that one too.

While the tip of his tongue flicked my engorged and clamped nipples, he brushed his hand down to my stomach and along the edge of my panties to the crotch. My legs quivered, and my pussy gushed, aching for his touch, his cock.

He tapped his fingers against me, but that’s all he did. If his plan was to torment me, he was succeeding.

He moved to my feet and kissed his way from my ankles to my inner thighs, but infuriatingly he still avoided my pussy.

His fingers opened my folds, and he stroked up and down each side. I ached for him to slide his fingers inside me. I wanted—needed—him to finger fuck me. But he didn’t. Instead, he slowly slid one finger into my channel then slowly eased it out.