Deliberately, as he put his mouth around her nipple, he pushed one finger into her, deep, curling it as he stroked and then brushed her clit with his thumb. Helplessly, she began to ride his hand, trying to get ahead of the fiery sensations generated by the clamp on her breast. It wasn’t long before the two sensations mixed together and her breathing was ragged, her body flushed. He bit down and pulled back, clamping the other breast. Her eyes went liquid, and she rode his hand frantically before she realized movement could cause the clamps to pinch tighter.
“Do you remember your first lesson in dirty, sinful sex? I bought a toy just like yours. I want you to lie across the padded bench.” He indicated the spanking bench with the thick leather cover. “Your breasts will hang down, the gold chain dangling. That will make things very interesting for you. I want you to keep that toy positioned right over your clit. You keep the power on low unless I tell you to turn it up. Do you understand? The first infraction, baiting Brandon Campbell, gets my hand. The second one is a huge infraction. Leaving the bar when I was working deserves the strap. If we were further along in our relationship, Seychelle, you would be getting more than that. Walk over to the bench and bend over it. Take the toy and do what I told you.”
He made it a command, and she didn’t hesitate. His Seychelle. Shoulders straight back, her eyes giving him a sweeping look of liquid blue, she walked to the bench, the toy in her hand. Her body was pure poetry. Her hips swayed. Her breasts bounced with every step. The chain rocked. The clamps had to pinch tighter. That was how they worked. Her ass beckoned, a siren’s call. His temptress.
When she bent over, he could see her pretty little pussy gleaming at him. All that moisture taunting him, that blank canvas calling to him to decorate it. He smacked her hard, sending the first jolt through her body with his bare palm. He liked skin on skin. It felt personal. Intimate. She didn’t make a sound, but she started to pull away from the bench. He didn’t have to correct her; she stayed down. He worked her buttocks and the backs of her thighs, turning them a dark red. Then he reached for the thick leather strap he’d put to the side.
He rubbed her bottom, dipping into her cream and pressing into the forbidden star between her cheeks. He kept rubbing to spread the heat over her bottom and into the bundles of nerves, so it would be impossible for her to know if she was feeling pain or pleasure. The two sensations would mix together so easily, heightening the erotic feeling.
“You’re so beautiful, baby,” he murmured, meaning it. “I don’t know why the universe gave you to me, but I swear I’m going to do everything in my power to keep you.”
He pressed kisses over her very red bottom, his heart beating hard as he picked up the strap and moved around her. His cock ached. Hurt. Was becoming a problem. He fucking loved that after years of having to command his cock to work, it was suddenly working all by itself just fine. She had done that for him. She’d fixed his broken cock.
Barefoot, he walked around the bench until he was directly in front of her. Grasping her hair in one hand, he pulled her head back. There were tears streaming down her face like a path of jewels. Diamonds. He took her mouth hungrily. There it was. She kissed like she fucked. Pure fire. Giving him everything. Pure sin.
“Bog, baby.” He licked up her right cheek, collecting her tears even as he tugged on the chain gently. “I’m so fuckin’ proud of you. You should see yourself. So gorgeous.” He took every tear from her left side. “You aren’t going to disobey me when I tell you to stay put again, are you?” Deliberately, he kept her chin up with the heavy leather strap, waiting for her eyes to meet his.
“No.” Her voice came out a small sob.
“Do you want to stop?”
With the flat strap of leather, he massaged the curves of her breasts, patting gently. Twice he hit the chain where it swung free between her breasts, tugging at it. Her breath hissed out, but her eyes continued to meet his.
“No. I don’t want to stop.”
“You can turn your toy up to medium, but don’t you dare come. If you get too close, you stop, turn it off, do you understand me?”
“Yes.”
He took his time, walking silently around behind her, admiring her body. She really was beautiful, physically and in every other way. He loved that she was his. That she wanted to be his. That she gave herself freely to him. He was training her body to enjoy the things he was doing to her, mixing pain with pleasure, and she was aware of it, giving that to him as well.