He’d known she’d be compliant.He just hadn’t known how much he would enjoy it.
“Nathan.”
She tightened her body as she fought off the orgasm, and he saw an alluring sheen of perspiration dotting her back.At some point, maybe without her being aware of it, she’d given herself over to him, obeying him completely.
To him, it didn’t get any better.“Take another for me,” he said.
“Yes.”She drew in a breath then forced it out in a shudder.
When she was completely relaxed, he brought the belt down, landing it just above her buttocks.She screamed and bucked.
He reached beneath her and yanked on the dangling chain, making her writhe.Then he rubbed the mark left by his belt and said, “You deserve this.”He plunged three fingers into her cunt.“But I’m still going to make you work for it.”
Nathan kept his hand still.
At first, she whimpered, but then she began to move, evidently letting go of her hesitation and gaining confidence as she dug her fingers into the floor to gain some leverage to push herself against him.She shamelessly rotated her hips, trying to reach orgasm.
“Yes,” he encouraged, moving a bit so he could squeeze one of her breasts hard, forcing flesh against the rubber-coated metal.
“Oh God.Too much, too much.”
He eased off then squeezed again harder.In response, her pussy tightened.
She lifted onto her tiptoes and arched.
The moment she found the right angle, he knew.He felt her internal muscles clench his fingers and she cried out his name.
By slow measures, he released his grip.After she’d ridden out the orgasm, he pulled out his fingers then helped her to stand.
Instead of letting her go, he pulled her onto his lap and wrapped her in his arms, holding her close until her breathing returned to normal.
Eventually, she put a hand on his chest and eased away from him.
“I never suspected anything like this existed.”
“Me either.”
She tipped her head back.“I’m not sure I quite believe you.You’ve played with a lot of subs.”
“None of them have been you.”They’d all had much more experience, and he’d appreciated them, but there was something unique about being her first.It sharpened him, made him carefully craft scenes in his head before he ever touched her.There were things he wanted her to know, confidence he wanted to instill before Saturday.Damn.He was already proud of her.“How does your body feel?”He looped the chain of her clamps around his index finger and lifted it a few inches, testing, watching.
She closed her eyes and tipped back her head.
“You like a lot of pressure,” he observed.A lot of women would have snarled at him or used a safe word by now, but her face was slack from pleasure.
“The clothespins were never enough.But these…?”
He waited.
“You did say they’re mine.”
“I did.But I didn’t say they would stay at your house.”
“That’s mean, Mr.Donovan.”
“And what have I ever done or said that would make you think otherwise?”But because they’d been on there long enough, he cupped her right breast.“This may hurt.Or not.”Just in case, the moment he opened the clip, he pinched her nipple and slowly, slowly let it go, massaging it the entire time.
Instead of yelping as he might have expected, she sighed.
