Page 26 of Over the Line
After turning down the comforter, he said, “Please get on the bed and lie on your back.” As she climbed onto the massive four-poster that his father had constructed from local trees, their gazes met.
Michael wasn’t a mind reader, but he was convinced he saw trust in the way her eyes were open so wide. If there was anything headier, he had no idea what it was. “I’m going to remove these clamps.”
“They’re fine, Sir.”
“I should have said replace them. I want clovers that will stay on, even if I pull on them.”
“Ah… I’ve grown quite fond of these, Sir.”
“As I’ve mentioned, that’s not a decision you get to make.” He sat next to her and gently plumped her right breast. “This may hurt, but I’ll try to mitigate it.”
“I’m ready. Maybe…”
He continued to hold the flesh as he released the clamp. With a moan of pain, she gasped. Immediately he replaced the plastic with his mouth, laving her mistreated flesh with his tongue, helping to stimulate her as the blood flow resumed.
“That wasn’t as bad as I expected, Sir,” she said. “Thank you.”
He slowly released his hold. “I do like it when you’re respectful.”
The mouthy little brat stuck out her tongue then offered a quick explanation, “Sorry, Sir. My lips are dry. Must be the altitude.”
“On second thought, perhaps I’ll be focused on my own pleasure. I’ll let you stroke me off, and I’ll ejaculate all over your breasts, then I’ll feed you my cum. Then I’ll fall asleep.”
“You really do have a sadistic streak, Sir.”
“Little sub, you haven’t even begun to suspect the depths of my desire to torment you.”
She shuddered.
“Keep it up and you’ll find out.” He captured her right hand and moved it to the apex of her thighs. Without warning, he removed the second clamp. Once more, he used his mouth to soothe her ache.
“If that’s the treatment I get after you clamp me, feel free to do it anytime.”
“My pleasure.” And it was. He loved the feminine taste of her and the way her nipple lengthened as he sucked. He used his tongue to press the elongated tip against the roof of his mouth, then gently bit her as he released it.
“Wow, Sir.”
He stood and crossed to the leather-covered storage bench at the foot of the bed. He removed a wooden box that had been buried under a comforter. Careful to stay in her sight, he placed the box on a nightstand, then he pulled out several pairs of clamps, some scarves, a small bottle of lube, and a couple lengths of sturdy rope.
“Do you have condoms there?” she asked. “Otherwise, my purse is downstairs.”
He looked at her. With her eyes wide, mouth softly parted, naked body, and reddened breasts, she was beautiful. “So you want to fuck?” he asked, his chest constricting. There was nothing he wanted more.
“I want you in me, Sir. Yes.”
Suddenly he had difficulty remembering what he was doing. The idea of burying himself balls-deep in her pussy scrambled his brains.
He forced himself to think about her. His needs could and would wait. He’d promised her several orgasms, and that was his priority.
She kept her gaze fixed on him as he selected a pair of Japanese clover clamps. For a moment, he allowed the chain to dangle from his index finger.
“I’m willing to try. For you.”
His cock grew much harder.
He returned to her and sucked on each of her nipples before attaching the rubber-tipped metal clamps.
She lifted her butt off the bed. “It burns, Sir.”