He lays me back and I test the ropes. There’s no give. They’re snug.
There’s no getting away now.
When I squirm, he swats my thigh. I suck in a breath. It didn’t really hurt, just stung me. Surprised me. But I felt a responding pulse in my pussy.
He notices my reaction and slowly moves his hand to check between my legs. No, no, no. His eyes flicker when he feels how wet I am.
“Interesting. You liked that.”
“No—”
“Shhh.” He sets two fingers to my mouth. “No talking now. Thump your fists down three times if you want to safeword.” He pushes a ball gag into my mouth and buckles it behind my head. I’m tied up and can’t fight him or yell at him.
“I wonder if you’d like a little more.” He pinches my nipples, opens the wooden box, and holds up a wicked-looking piece of metal. “Nipple clamps. Let’s see how well you take them.”
Oh no. Now he’s made it into a challenge, and I want to take them for him.
Until he lets one bite my nipple. I jerk a little, grunting behind the gag.
“Really? These are the easiest ones.” His voice is so gentle, it’s its own form of torture.
He’s being mean to me while pretending to be nice to me?
“Meanie,” I try to say, but it’s muffled by the gag.
He clamps my other nipple.
“Breathe.”
I pant through the sting. Okay, it’s not so bad. The sting fades, and now my nipples are held as snug as my torso. It’s nice.
He prepares a dildo shaped toy, slathering it with lube. Then he nudges the flared head of the toy at my entrance. Not pressing in yet but testing the boundary.
I tense up.
“Relax. I know you’re tight. You’ve never had anyone play with you here?”
I shake my head. The few teenage boys I met when I was in high school seemed so immature. So disappointing. I tried, but I never felt attracted to them. If I had bothered to fool around, I would’ve hooked up with a girl.
But I preferred to lie in bed and fantasize about Viking werewolves.
“It’s okay, little virgin. I’ll be gentle.”
The toy vibrates against my clit. He lets it buzz around my opening, awakening the nerve endings there. It feels so good. “You like that?”
I nod.
“Good girl.” He’s praising me for answering him, and I could come from that alone. He doesn’t really punish me. He finds what I like and does it, then asks me to obey and praises me when I do. He’s good at this training thing.
It makes me worry about what he has planned for me.
But I’m not worried enough to keep from rocking against the vibrator.
“Should I let you come? Do you think you’ve earned it?” I use my eyes to plead with him.
“Can you take this? Just a little?” He turns off the vibration and presses the toy into me a centimeter at a time. It slips inside me, stretching me a little, but it’s a nice stretch.
“That’s it. You take it so well. You’re going to take me like this. Soon. Would you like that?”
