“Yes, Sir.”
I do it again, creating sharp pain with my nails before shoving into him hard and fast. He rewards me with an even filthier groan than before. He clutches the sheets, twisting his hands into them.
I grasp his hips, dig my nails in, and thrust into him. He shudders and shakes and lets out little pained gasps. He squeezes his eyes shut and knots his eyebrows together, yet despite the pain racking his face, I can also see pleasure manifesting in a slight, flickering smile. I can hear how much he’s enjoying it in the noises he makes. His cock jerks, and I stop, immediately pulling free of him. He releases a sad whimper.
“You stopped, Sir.”
“Of course. Did you really think I’d let you come so quickly?”
He opens his eyes and meets my stare. “No, Sir.”
I remove the condom, not because I’ve filled it, but because I don’t want to risk it splitting when I enter him again. I dispose of it in the en suite, giving him a chance to rest and come down off the edge of an orgasm.
When I return, his eyes are opening and closing slowly. Now it’s time to use the nipple clamps. I pick them up and clamp one to the soft part between his finger and thumb. His eyes snap open as he yelps.
“Too much? I have gentler clamps.”
“No. Not too much. Green.”
I grasp his chin and kiss him. “I’m glad.” I nip the sore part of his lip and then apply one of the clamps to his nipple.
“Oh, fuck!”
“Good?”
“So good, Sir.”
I wait for him to stop panting and almost relax before applying the second clamp. His body jerks, and he cries out. I know from experience that they have a fierce bite to start with, which then gives way to a warm, fuzzy pain, at least until they’re tugged or removed. I tug the chain gently, just to let him know I can. He cries out softly.
“That feels amazing, Sir.”
I put on a new condom, slick it up with lube, and then enter him again, this time slowly. Confusion floods his eyes, but it clears instantly as I tug the chain on a forward thrust. I roll my hips gently, but each time I push deeper, I tug the chain a little harder than before. He stares at me, lips parted, squeaking with each fresh burst of pain. He’s smiling, so I know he’s enjoying it. I get lost in the blue of his eyes and the love and desire that swirl there. I adore the feel of him beneath me and around me, love each little squeak that escapes his parted lips. I could spend an eternity making love to him like this, giving him everything he wants and more. But I feel him tightening around me, faster than before, and know it’s time to stop. I pull extra hard on the chain before slipping free of him.
He pants and gasps and makes noises of frustrated annoyance. I chuckle.
“You wanted me to keep you on edge, didn’t you?”
“Yes, Sir,” he says through gritted teeth. “But that doesn’t mean I like it when you stop, especially when it feels so good.”
“I think you do like it.” I lean down and kiss his nose. “I think you love it.” I twin the tender gesture with a sharp tug of the chain, making him yelp.
“I do,” he whispers. “But I don’t know how much more I can take.” There’s a wobble to his voice.
“More.” I nip his sore lip again. “I know you can take more.”
“Yes, Sir.”
When I’m sure we’re both far enough away from orgasm to continue, I change the condom and slip inside him again. This time I ride him like a cowboy, thrusting hard and fast. I hold the chain like a pair of reins, not purposefully tugging. But my hand jiggles the chain as I hammer into him. His nipples are dark and elongated now. His forehead, neck, and shoulders glisten with sweat. His eyelids look heavy, but he manages to keep them open as he stares into my eyes. He’s beautiful. Just the sight of him spurs me on. I want to bring us both to the brink. I want to show him how much I love and adore him. I want to give him everything he could dream of. Make every fantasy come true. Worship him. Oh God, I need to come, but I can’t. I can’t.
I pull free and rock onto my heels, panting hard.
“You looked like you were having fun.” Quinn smiles and licks his lips. His voice is soft and weary, perhaps a little hoarse from groaning and crying out.
“I was. Were you?”
“Yes, Sir, but—”
I put my finger over his lips. “You can take more.”
