Page 65 of Resisting Mr Black
“I’m addicted to the taste of you,” he breathes but before I can get used to it, his weight shifts off me, and he slides off the end of the bed.
He can’t leave me hanging like this and I barely manage to pant out the question, “Where are you going?”
He flashes a wicked smile before he disappears into the wardrobe for a few moments, then reappears holding something in the palm of his hand. He crawls back up the bed and straddles me, pinning me to the bed beneath his weight.
“I’ve bought these for you.” He uncurls his palm and reveals two, small metal clips attached by a metal chain.
My eyes slide from the clips to his face. “What are they?”
“Nipple clamps.”
The word puts me immediately on edge. I frown. “Clamps?”
“I noticed you enjoyed nipple play. I’d like you to try wearing them because I think you’ll enjoy them.”
I cast a dubious look at the clamps. “Will they hurt?”
“A little at first, but that will turn into pleasure. Trust me.”
I lift my eyes to find him watching me closely. I know he won’t hurt me.
“Okay.” I nod.
“Good. Lie back down,” he instructs. “Now you need to choose a safe word in case they get too much. If you use it, I’ll stop.”
I settle back down on the sheets and think. “Okay, how about red?”
He gives a nod of approval. “Good. Now this will feel sharp at first.” I brace myself as he takes the first clamp, applies pressure to the ends, and opens it up, then holds my right breast and places the clamp on the bud of my nipple.
I draw in a sharp intake of breath and tense at the intense pinching sensation, but find I get used to it after a few moments.
“Is that okay?”
I nod.
He does the same with my left nipple and this time I’m prepared for the initial discomfort.
“Remember to use your safe word if you need to.”
“Okay.”
He closes a hand around each of my wrists, raising them above my head and pinning them into the mattress, using one hand to keep them there as he shifts over me, so that his body is covering mine. I feel the wet tip of his cock press against my damp entrance, then he drives inside me with an impatient force making me cry out in surprise.
I twist my head into the bed and draw in a shaky breath as the tell-tale throb of my orgasm quickly builds.
“I’m addicted to the feel of you.” His hot breath caresses my cheek, and he presses his lips to the base of my throat as he fucks me with an urgent need, driving the breathfrom my body with every thrust. He’s possessing me, in every sense of the word, and scrambling my brain.
I’m addicted to all of him. His taste, his touch, his scent. I’ve known him a week but when we’re together like this, I can’t imagine him not being in my life because he’s consumed every part of me.
My eyes snap closed, and I dig my fingers into the hand that’s holding me down, I’m desperate to touch him.
He tugs at the metal chain that links the two clamps together. I let out a squeal as a fizzle of pleasure shoots through to my centre and my muscles tense around him.
“You feel like velvet,” he groans.
All of this is proving too much. The nipple clamps, my over-sensitised nether regions and the fierceness with which he’s taking me are morphing together and conspiring against me. “I’m going to come.”
“We’re not playing that game. Come, Sophie.”