In truth, I hated being tickled, but I fear what further pain he might inflict on my nipples. “I prefer the tickling, my lord.”
He turns his head to meet my gaze, his expression playful but somehow serious too. My belly clenches, though this time with unease.
“Your first lesson, my sweet—here, in our bed, I make the choices.”
He leans in to take my nipple in his mouth. I groan, the sound evolving into a low moan as he sucks hard. It feels heavenly, absolutely divine. Is this what he means by torture? My vocabulary is developing fast.
He scrapes his teeth over the tender, distended nub, and I shiver. This is more ominous. He is not hurting me, but he could, he so easily could. I am vulnerable, helpless, but it is that very edge of danger that makes the sensation so intense, so heady. My quim is soaked, the moisture surely dribbling onto the bedding beneath me. I arch again, this time to thrust my breast upwards, offering him more.
Begging for more.
He lifts his head, now taking the pebbled bud between his fingers again. He rolls it, his touch gentle though firm, the tender peak slick from his mouth.
“You like this? You like me to touch you this way?”
I close my eyes, allowing my head to drop back against the pillow.
“Answer me, Tally. I want to know what you like, and how you like it.”
“I like that, my lord.”
“Stefan. You will call me Stefan. We have a new rule. Whenever you are naked in my presence you will use my given name. If you do not, if you forget, I will spank you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, my lo… Ah!”
I let out a scream as he squeezes hard and twists my nipple between his fingers. “Stefan! Stefan!”
“There, you are learning already. So you agree to this new rule of ours?” His caress has softened once more, but I am wary now, my body primed for some new assault on my senses. He has not hurt me, or if he has the pain hasbeen fleeting. But in just a few minutes, using nothing more than his fingertips and his lips, he has brought me to this state, stretched taut as a bow string, my every sense attuned to whatever he might do to me next.
“So, for the avoidance of doubt, you understand and accept my new rule? Yes?”
“Yes, Stefan.” My voice is breathy, the words forced out between gasps of pure pleasure as he continues to roll the pad of his thumb over my nipple.
“And you like to be touched in this way? You like me to stroke your nipples, to squeeze them, to suck them and lick them?”
“I… yes, Stefan. I like this. But it hurts when you squeeze.”
“A little pain is good. It hurts, but not much. Nottoomuch. Shall I squeeze again?”
No. “Yes.”
He chuckles, the sound low and sensuous, melodic almost. “Ah, my sweet little whore. I shall enjoy you.” He tightens his grip, increasing the pressure again.
This time when he twists the hard nub in his hand I hiss and arch my back, but I do not cry out. He holds me there for several long moments, suspended between pain and pleasure, before he releases me.
“Such rapid progress, sweet Tally. Now tell me, do you like being bound?”
“I do not know, my lord.”
He squeezes my nipple hard, and I scream out loud. That was definitely pain, not pleasure.
“My name?”
“Stefan! Please, please….”
He releases me. “Try to remember the rules. I do not want to be unnecessarily harsh with you, but you have agreed to these conditions, so I will be enforcing them. On the next infringement I will turn you over and spank your bottom. And you really would not like that as it would mean I could no longer do this for you…”
His fingers are again at my nipples, the caress firm, sensual, and utterly delightful. My emotions are scattered, my wits in turmoil as he flips me between intense pain and erotic bliss. My responses are beyond my understanding, but despite the occasional flirtation with something akin to brutality I know I want it to continue.
