Greedily she watched him as he released her breasts, obviously hoping that he was done toying with her. Instead he reached into his pocket.
"What do you want Nell?"
"You."
She arched her back, thrusting her breasts up and relishing the look of hunger on his face as his eyes fell from hers and down to the pink tipped mounds. It hadn't taken her very long to learn how very much Edwin liked to see her squirming and offering herself up to him. When his gaze returned to her face, she darted her tongue out to lick her lips, an invitation to come and kiss her.
"I want you too." Dark eyes might light, earnest and unyielding. "You and only you, in my bed. I don't have a mistress Nell, and I don't intend on taking one."
Red heat that had nothing to do with passion flamed in her face. "I didn't... I mean..."
"Mmmm, little liar," he purred as he removed his hand from his pocket. The singularly wicked look on his face didn't do anything to relieve the butterflies jumping in her stomach. Eleanor's insides clenched as she realized that Edwin was going to punish her for doubting him. Her bottom tingled in anticipation, but she hadn't yet realized that her tender cheeks were not yet his target. "Wesley told me you didn't believe him when he tried to reassure you. Maybe you'll believe me."
"That rat!"
Edwin laughed, cupping her right breast and pinching the nipple. A flash of silver showed as he dropped the tiny instrument from his pocket. Watching curiously, Eleanor wrinkled his forehead as he opened it and then let it slowly close around her nipple.
"Ow... OUCH! Edwin stop, take it off, it hurts!" The tiny vise pinched her nipple and she squirmed, trying to shake it off and finding that her attempt did nothing other than jiggle the flesh and enhanced the sharp burn. She whimpered and took deep breaths, automatically breathing through the pain the way she'd learned how to when she'd been bent over the arm of her father's chair for discipline. It was in a different area, but after a few deep breaths the sharp bite of the pain dulled to a more manageable throbbing pressure.
"They're called nipple clips, according to Wesley," Edwin said almost conversationally as he hefted her left breast, pinching the nipple to full hardness between his fingers.
"Edwin please... noooooooo..."
Even though she protested as he secured the other clip, yelping at the sharp initial pinch, part of her was relieved that her body was now symmetrical with the throbbing pressure and pain. Looking down at her poor little nipples, which were quickly darkening in color in their tight confinement, she felt rather shocked. She hadn't thought that Edwin could do anything further to surprise her, even in the bedroom where she knew he had a great amount of experience, but this wasn't something she could have ever imagined. To know that these came from Wesley... they must have been something he'd pick
ed up on his travels but she knew that she'd never be able to look their friend in the face again. Not without knowing that he knew...
"Beautiful," Edwin said, his cock throbbing inside of his breeches. Part of the reason he'd remained clothed was to force himself to move slower, knowing how difficult it was for him to stay in control once both he and Eleanor were naked. Without such a hindrance he'd already have his cock buried inside her luscious body. His fingers delved into that wet heat that his body was aching for, feeling the heavy coating of cream that the pain of the clips had coaxed from her. "You like this Nell..."
"It hurts," she protested.
"Ah, but sometimes you like it when it hurts, or you wouldn't get so delightfully wet when I spank you." Lowering his head, Edwin flicked out his tongue experimentally to lave it across the tip of her nipple.
Eleanor's reaction was explosive as her body jerked; pleasure and pain jolting through her. The tight grip of the clip had made the tiny nub a thousand times more sensitive and it throbbed and burned as Edwin toyed with it. His hands cupped her breasts from beneath, kneading the soft flesh as he began to torment her with his fingers and mouth.
Just like with a spanking or even a more severe punishment, Eleanor's body didn't care that she didn't want to enjoy it. Tingles of hot need assailed her as little jagged edges of pain nipped at the heels of her pleasure. Her legs parted even further, tempting him with the flash of the sweet pink shell of her pussy, begging him to satisfy her. Tugging at the binding he’d made out of his cravat only made her writhe even more as her fingers tingled with the need to touch him.
“How does it feel now?” he asked, squeezing and brushing his lips over her nipple again.
“It hurts…”
“Where?”
Eleanor moaned and tried to close her thighs. It hurt everywhere. Hurt with how badly she needed him, her body actually feeling as though it was going to explode if he didn’t stroke and soothe it immediately. The pressure on her nipples was never ending, keeping her insides clenching in a steady rhythm as she pulsed and ached.
He could tell that Eleanor was practically melting inside her own skin, her eyes were completely glazed, as if peering at a clear sky through cloudy glass. The hard little tips of her nipples were turning a reddish color and he knew he was going to need to take the tips off soon, but he was reveling in watching her lose control… in knowing that sensitive parts of her body were going to be sore for days. She wouldn’t be able to get dressed without thinking of him as cloth brushed against her breasts.
“Where does it hurt Nell?” he murmured, his voice almost hypnotic as he squeezed her breasts again. Beneath him her hips lifted, searching for purchase, but he was finding it surprisingly difficult to release his hold on her soft flesh in order to disrobe.
“My pussy Edwin… it hurts in my pussy… please I need you…” Her voice was almost broken and it finally broke him.
With a low groan he released her breasts, trusting in the clips to keep her throbbing as he hastily pulled off his own clothing, tossing it to the floor in crumpled heaps that his valet could have fits over later. Seeing the darkening color of her nipples, he decided to take the clips off now. Wesley had warned him that doing so would not actually relieve the sensations for Eleanor, it would only change them.
The gasping cry she gave as he released the pressure on both of her nipples at once bore out Wesley’s instructions.
"OUCH! Edwin that burns!!!!"
Rubbing his hand over one of her aching nipples, he sucked the other one into his mouth, adding pleasure to the swirling pain that had burgeoned as the clips were released. It felt like her pulse was pounding in her ears and through her body, more strongly than ever, her nipples throbbing in time with it. She moaned as she felt the blunt head of his cock tease the outer folds of her pussy, her back arching up as Edwin moved his head back and forth between her nipples, suckling them between his lips until the sharpness of the pain had subsided.