He was awed. She was perfect. “Thank you.” His voice cracked, maybe for the first time ever as he said, “You…” He cleared his throat. “You may continue.”
After she was in position, she fumbled with his buckle. From where he stood looking down, he saw that her hands were shaking. But since he wanted her to experience every moment, he didn’t help her out.
Finally, concentrating hard, she managed to unfasten it and pull it free.
She hesitated, apparently thinking through the best way to present it. Finally, she folded it in half, laid it across her palms and bowed her head.
“If you had studied how to do that, you couldn’t have done it better.”
Kelsey looked up at him.
He wondered how few people, men, had given her praise. And he vowed to ensure she heard it often from him.
Obviously surprising her, he set the belt aside. Instead, he instructed, “Put the clamps on your nipples.”
She shook her head, as if to clear it.
When he’d laid out the toys earlier, he’d placed the clamps on the nightstand, and she easily found them.
“I’ve only ever used the clothespins,” she said.
“Make sure you place them back a bit. The closer it is to the tip, the more it will hurt. You’ll figure it out.”
He stood over her, watching as she held up her left breast and played with her nipple until it hardened.
The sight of her, so intent, trying to figure it out, made blood surge through him. She looked at once innocent and sultry, Madonna and sinner.
She winced when she affixed the first one.
If he hadn’t been a hardened Dom, he’d have plucked it from her tender flesh. Instead he drove her, willing her to take more, experience everything she craved. “It looks sensational,” he said, his voice seeming to echo in the room. “So swollen.”
“It’s painful,” she protested.
“And it will get more so,” he assured her.
Maybe because she knew what to expect, it took her considerably longer to put the second one on.
He closed his eyes temporarily to sear the image into his brain. “Beautiful,” he said. “Now put your hands on your hips and thrust out your breasts.”
She gasped as she did so and the chain moved, pulling on the clamps.
“Even prettier than I might have imagined.” She wasn’t just any sub. She was his. “Knowing that your tits are going to be so tormented will make your spanking even more difficult to endure.” Nathan grabbed the belt and took a seat in the chair. “Across my lap.”
“Did I say twelve was my favorite number?” She put a hand on the mattress to help her stand. “I meant two.”
“Stay brave, and hurry your hot little ass up before I add extra stripes for stalling.”
She walked slower than normal, as if trying to minimize the pressure on her nipples. But he could see it was a losing battle for her.
When she was close enough, he grabbed hold of her and yanked her across his lap, sending the chain swaying frantically even as she reached for the hardwood floor.
He caught her legs between his to keep her steady as well as to trap her.
“Sir!”
“Cease your thrashing, sub.”
It took her several seconds to settle down and find her balance, but he didn’t wait to start rubbing her skin to get it ready for the taste of his leather. “This, tonight, may leave a couple of marks.”
Before he started, he played with her pussy, distracting her, and he even pressed a finger to her anal whorl.
Her sounds changed from protest to encouragement, something she probably wasn’t aware of. No doubt she had no idea how perfectly compliant she sounded. How natural.
He continued to rub her vigorously for many seconds more than necessary, then he said, “Count these for me, Kelsey.”
The moment he spoke, she clenched her entire body.
“Relax.” He stroked her skin. “When I talk about training, this is part of it. My words—that we are about to start—are a signal to you, and ideally I want you to exhale and let your body go soft rather than rigid.”
She expelled a breath and lessened the tension in her body.
“That’s it,” he approved. “Keep that in mind in the future, as well.”
“Yes, Nathan.”
He spanked her with the belt using an upstroke on the tops of her thighs.
She groaned and wiggled on his lap.
“I didn’t hear a number,” he said.
“One, Nathan.” The words sounded grudging and forced.
By the time he was finished with her, she’d be much more compliant. He gave her the next four in quick succession, forcing her to count nonstop.
Finally he relented, allowing her to allow her to catch her breath. “Keep your body pliable,” he suggested.