“Very nice, love. Tell me, and think carefully about the answer, where did you learn this? You have perfect form.”
The jealousy dripped from his every word. She was glad her head was lowered and her hair covered her face, because she couldn’t help but smile. He thought she’d had a previous Dom. “I learned it from books. You would be surprised what you can find on Amazon these days. And the Internet. I wanted to know what you liked, Sir.” His hand lifted her chin up. “Not Sir, Jennifer, and not Master. My name is Stefan.”
“But, I thought your subs called you one or the other.”
“They weren’t mine,” Stef explained. “They were women I trained for brief periods of time.”
“I thought that’s what I was.” She pointed out his faulty logic gently.
“I would prefer Stefan.” He stepped back.
She kept her gaze on him. He might not recognize it, but he was starting to bend.
“Stay in position. I need to decorate these lovely breasts,” he said, holding the clips in his hand.
“Those are paper clips.” Jen watched as he got on his knees in front of her. His hands came out to cup her breasts. Her skin quivered under his touch.
“Are they? I think I can make them into something much more interesting. Don’t move. Stay in your position. These lovely breasts of yours are my playthings.”
His fingers were callused from holding a brush for long hours. It wasn’t just from painting though. Stef worked with his hands all the time. He worked the horses at the Harper Stables. He helped build with his neighbors. He was always using those hands to create. Now his strong fingers pinched at her nipples, creating a deep ache in her pussy. He plucked at a nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. Her pussy was already wet, and she could feel her body begin to hum.
“I love the color of your nipples, perfect innocent circles of rose and brown.” He leaned over, his husky words sliding over her flesh like a warm blanket. He lowered his head, and his tongue came out.
The sight of his tongue curling around her nipple caused her to moan.
He sucked the tip into his mouth, sending sparks shooting from her breast to her cunt.
“This isn’t torture, Stef,” she heard herself say. It felt like heaven.
He came back to his knees, a slightly sinister look on his face. He winked at her and held up the paper clip. “Oh, it will definitely be torture, love.”
He pinched her nipple with one hand and then slid the clip on.
Jen gasped as her nipple was caught in the clip. It didn’t hurt exactly. He’d stretched it out so it didn’t bite, but it held the flesh in a little vise. Already she could feel the pull of the discomfort. It reminded her that he was in control. She was a plaything, clamped and ready for his pleasure.
He quickly clamped the other breast and looked at his handiwork.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, love.” His cock was straining at the fly of his jeans. His dark hair fell over his forehead. “I know those are improvised clamps, but they still hold you well. All the blood is pooling in those pretty nipples.”
He flicked one with his forefinger. Jen gasped at the touch. She was so sensitive. One little flick of his fingers had her panting and ready to do anything he asked.
“See what I mean? You should know, Jennifer, that I like toys. I like expensive, perverted, twisted toys, but I can torture you without them. Anywhere, anytime. I’ll find the tools I need. I’ll make sure to discipline you whenever it’s required.” Yep, she wouldn’t be able to walk through an office supply store again without wondering exactly what dirty things Stef could do to her.
His hand went between her legs. He slid his fingers over her mound and into the slick folds of her labia. It was all Jen could do to keep her position.
“And, love, if you ever disobey a direct order given to keep you safe and whole again, I will clamp this little gem.” He rubbed the pad of his finger over her desperate clitoris. It was a fleeting touch that tantalized and tormented. “I will clamp it, and I will torture it. I’ll bring you to the edge a hundred times, and a hundred times I’ll step back. You’ll beg, and you’ll plead, and you’ll think I’ll give in, but I won’t, because a bratty little submissive will not get pleasure from me. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” She would agree to anything to get him to touch her again.
He was ramping her up. She’d never been so hot. Before, their encounters had been quick and furious, but this slow tease was building to something explosive.
“What did you say?” Menace glittered from his hard tone.
“Stefan.” She quickly corrected herself. “Yes, I understand, Stefan.”
“Excellent. Let’s move on to the next phase of your punishment.
Surely you didn’t think a couple of clamps could make up for what you did? What does a disobedient sub deserve?” Hopefully a mercy orgasm. “Whatever her Dom deems fit, Stefan.”
“Good answer. I think a disobedient little sub should learn to take a plug.”
Her ass clenched at the thought. He was going to shove a plug up her ass. Her breath caught. She’d known he would want it, but she’d been worried it would turn her off. Now, the thought of presenting her ass to him had her heart speeding up. Subspace, she thought, looking for the word. Pleasing Stefan suddenly seemed like pleasure in and of itself. This was what the books had talked about.
“You said you’ve read up on BDSM,” Stef said, getting to his feet. “Show me. Present yourself to me.” He held a hand out to help her up.
Jen got to her feet. She could feel the clamps moving as her breasts swayed. This was why he’d done it, so she would be aware of her nipples at all times. She felt wobbly, but she managed to stand and walk to the big mahogany desk that dominated the office. She placed her hands flat on the desk, kept her spine straight, and shoved her ass in the air. She looked across the desk. Now she could see what was in the bag Stef had taken out of his coat. The clear plastic plug and tube of lubricant were unmistakable.
“You came prepared.” At least he wasn’t going to use a highlighter or a glue stick.
“Always,” he said. Jen felt him reach for the bag. “Keep your eyes front.”
She gritted her teeth. Not being able to see what he was doing was going to be torture in and of itself.
“Your skin is beautiful, Jennifer.”
He placed his palms on her shoulder blades. She relaxed at the contact. Somehow she didn’t feel as off kilter when he touched her.
When he touched her with those hands of his, she felt like a work in progress, like a sculpture he was molding lovingly. She felt like she was being brought to life.
His hands caressed her as though studying and memorizing her every curve and angle. He skimmed her back and molded her hips.
She felt his lips on the nape of her neck. He traced her spine with his lips, awakening every inch of her flesh. She felt his mouth on the small of her back and then his hands on her cheeks. She went onto her toes as he spread her wide.
“Look at the pretty asshole.” His voice had gone deep and husky.
“What a pretty little hole. It looks lonely, love. It looks like it needs to be filled.”
She braced herself as she felt the cool lube hit her anus. She held on to the desk as his finger rimmed her asshole. He massaged the lube into her ass, his finger pressing in and circling her hole. She shivered at the dark sensation of his finger working her over.
“You’re very tight, love.” He placed one hand on the small of her back, holding her down as he pushed his finger deep inside her. “It’s going to be hard for you to take this plug, and even harder for you to take my cock, but you’ll do it. You’ll take everything I give you, and you’ll thank me for it.”