He’s barely touched me and I’m already breathing rapidly and soaked between my thighs. After he’s finished rubbing me into restlessness, he picks up the chain connecting the clamps. With an impish gleam, he somehow ties it to the loop on the front of my collar. The chain is pulled so tight, that every time I move my head the clamps nip at my nipples, straining them, elongating them, driving me crazy with pleasure and pain. My heart is beating, my hands are shaking, and my pussy is throbbing.
Kayne jingles my new tag with one finger as I lie confined to the table, unravelling at the seams.
“Mine,” he says haughtily.
I just stare up at him with glassy eyes, trying to remain as still as possible. He unbuttons his light blue shirt; the color makes his eyes pop in the sunlight, the brown lightning bolt looking more pronounced. God, for being the devil, his features are divine. Once he’s removed his shirt and dropped it on the floor, he leans over me semi-naked and kisses me on the stomach. I try to breathe steadily, but every time he touches me it feels like a volcanic eruption. “Baby, you don’t have to ask permission to come.” He slowly kisses down my torso until his head is between my widespread legs. Then he licks me lightly, dragging his tongue unhurriedly over my slit. He does this over and over like a lazy lion until I’m vainly wriggling in my restraints. I snap my head back without thinking and the clamps unapologetically jerk my nipples sending a bolt of white hot heat straight to my blistering pussy.
“Oh!” I try not to move, but he’s pushing me right to my breaking point, slowly, painstakingly, licking me into an orgasm.
“Kayne, Kayne.” I breathe labored. It’s a plea, it’s an appeal, it’s a demand. My insides are wound so tight they’re ready to fracture. He just keeps licking though, ignoring my chants, and my body just keeps winding.
Lick, twist, lick, twist.
I’m an elastic band ready to snap.
Then he inserts one finger into my assailable entrance and I combust. My hips buck and I scream. It feels like I am being electrocuted. It looks like I’m being electrocuted. My hands fisted, my body bowed, my head dropped back, my nipples aching and straining as a current of ecstasy speeds through my veins.
I collapse back onto the table when the climax releases me, moaning feebly. My head rolling all over the place like it’s barely attached to my body. The nipple clamps still tugging relentlessly.
“Whoa.” Kayne chuckles as he wipes his face against my inner thigh.
I’m glad he finds my soul-shredding orgasms so funny.Asshole.
He kisses his way back up to my mouth as I come around. I crack open my eyes as he kisses me, to find him staring back at me.
“Hi, kitten.” He smiles.
I grunt.
He laughs. “My turn. You ready?”
“No,” I say sarcastically.
He yanks on the chain and my nipples yelp. “Excuse me?
“Yes, Kayne,” I correct myself.
“Good, kitten.” He brushes his lips against mine. “My kitten.” He jingles the tag on my collar again, proudly displaying his satisfaction with my new token of ownership.
I watch withdrawn as he positions himself between my legs. The stirrups have my knees high and legs wide. They’re starting to ache from being confined and overstretched. Kayne unbuttons his pants and unzips his fly. He doesn’t even bother to remove them, only lowering them enough to release his cock.
“Come if you have to come baby.” He teases my wet entrance with its head. Then he braces himself on the table, leaning forward, preparing for total body domination. “You have no idea how fucking sexy you look, wearing that tag.” He slams into me, and I feel it all the way to my belly button.
“Ah!” I crunch forward and scream out.
“How much it turns me on. You belong to me.” He slams into me again and again. The manic desire is clear on his face.
His relentless thrusts combined with the pinching of the clamps catapult me toward another orgasm before I even see it coming. All at once, my muscles are clenching, my neck is straining and my pussy is pulsating as he rams fast and furiously in and out of me; my nipples are in glorious agony as my breasts bounce from the relentless force of his hips’ impact.
“I’m going to come!” I cry out.
“Come!” Kayne snaps, as my orgasm unleashes itself, a torrent of arousal drenching us both as my body splits in two. Kayne stills, arching his back as he comes savagely inside of me.
In the daylight, I can see all the cuts of his body, the definition of his chest and strength of his presence. Like a Roman soldier. Suddenly I’m very aware of my unclothed, tethered state. I blush all over. It’s not like he hasn’t had me in compromising positions before, or even done worse, but the fact that it’s the middle of the day and I’m strapped to a table with my nipples clamped makes me feel awkwardly on display.
“Ellie, what’s wrong?” Kayne asks, as he pumps his semi-hard cock into me, sighing satedly.
“Nothing.” I drop my head to the side then immediately right it, the clamps reminding me who’s in control.
