"Okay. I'll stay at this pace."
I reach back, hand fumbling against the sheets.
"What do you need?" he asks, breath ragged, still moving in and out of me.
"P-paddle. Use the paddle on me."
He freezes.
My hand flies to his thigh. I dig my nails in. "Don't stop moving."
He resumes thrusting.
Desperation spills out of me. "Please. Make me ache, Red. It…it'll feel so good. Please."
He hesitates only a second, then the soft creak of the mattress fills my ears as he reaches for the paddle. The leather whispers against the sheets as he picks it up, and my heart stutters in anticipation.
The first strike occurs without warning. A sharp, resounding crack lands across my right ass cheek that blooms into instant fire. I jolt forward on a gasp, my body instinctively clenching around the thick intrusion buried deep in my ass.
"That's it. You milk my cock, Bluebird," Red grits out, then groans low in his throat, the vibration traveling through every inch of him inside me.
"More," I implore.
He thrusts and smacks in a new rhythm, each time sinking deeper in me.
The pain from the paddle layers over the already-overwhelming stretch, turning the burn in my rear into something molten and alive. My skin sings where the leather kisses it. Hot, stinging, throbbing waves erupt in perfect time with his slow, deliberate thrusts.
He pauses, thrusting without paddling me.
My inner walls flutter uselessly around nothing in front, aching from earlier, while this new fullness presses and stretches and owns. His thick ridge, inch by careful inch, creates friction so intense, it makes my clit throb without being touched.
"Play with yourself," he orders.
I reach for my soaked pussy and obey. Within seconds, whimpers escape me, and my other fingers twist in the sheets, knuckles white again. The deeper he goes, the more my body yields, the burn easing into a heavy, drugging stretch that makes me feel impossibly full, stretched to my limit and beyond.
Every nerve sings from my clit to deep inside until my skin feels too tight, too hot, every breath shallow and trembling. His hips press flush against my ass cheeks, over and over, until full-body tremors rip through my core and ripple outward.
He picks up the nipple clamps, and the sound of the chain echoes between us. He orders, "Hold the bars. Don't let go."
I reach for them and squeeze.
He attaches the clamps to each of my nipples. Tingles race down my spine. He resumes thrusting and tugs on the chain, dragging the cold metal in circles over my swollen clit.
Everything inside me fractures. My shoulder blades jolt up, and I tighten my grip on the bars. The rough links bite into my oversensitive bundle of nerves, scraping and tugging in time with his thrusts, sending sharp, electric jolts straight up my spine. My nipples throb in protest with every pull of the chain, the gold links swaying and yanking at the tender peaks.
Pain and pleasure tangle so tightly, I can't separate them anymore. Every tug on my nipples radiates down to where the chain grinds against my clit, every grind makes my ass clench harder around his cock, and every clench pulls a guttural groan from his throat and makes him drive deeper.
I grip the headboard bars so hard, my knuckles bleach white, forearms tremble, and shoulders lock. My breath comes in short, ragged sobs in half moans, half pleas, as the pressure builds low in my belly, heavy and coiling, impossible to hold back.
"Feel that sting on your ass while I'm buried balls-deep in this tight little hole? This is what it's like to be mine and want all of me, my little Bluebird," he grunts.
"Red—oh God—Red—" My voice cracks, high and wrecked.
He rubs the chain faster, rougher, the metal warming from friction against my slick heat. My clit throbs under the assault, swollen and hypersensitive, every pass of the links sending sparks that make my thighs quake and my toes curl.
He leans over me, chest pressing to my back, breath hot against my ear. "Come harder for me, Bluebird. Let it rip through you. Let me feel this tight ass milk my cock while you shatter."
My orgasm grows like a tidal wave, violent, all-consuming, and never-ending. My whole body seizes. My back bows sharper, hips jerk backonto him in helpless spasms, and my ass clenches rhythmically around his thickness in brutal, fluttering pulses that try to pull him even deeper.
