With a slightly amused quirk of his mouth, he stalks toward me. “It appears that my sub has started without me. Since when has this become acceptable?”
“My apologies, Dom. I deserve to be punished for that,” I reply submissively.
“You do realize that it isn’tactuallypunishment when you ask for it like that,” he deadpans, but still sheds his clothes in the process.
“How should I ask for it then, Dom?”
“You just did, little girl.”
He finishes latching the buckles on the wrist restraints before moving to my ankles. “One more month and we’ll be in our new house, with our new playroom. So many different possibilities and combinations I can employ in there. For now, you’ll have to take the punishment I have handy.”
I bite my bottom lip, pulling it between my teeth. The expectant tone of his voice tells me it isn’t quite as mundane as he wants me to think it is. He opens the second drawer of the nightstand and removes a small, stainless steel U-shaped device. On the open end, the two sides touch and curl up on the sides. Small, clear jewels hang off of the curled ends.
After coating it with a dab of flavored lubricant, his smile is completely devious as he crawls up on the bed. “Clit clip,” he says by way of explanation and I gasp. This brings an even bigger smile to his face. “You’ve heard of them, then.”
Oh, yes, I’ve heard of them!
His fingers find my already wet pussy and he takes his time as he runs his fingers all around and in me. Using his thumb and index finger to completely spread me open, he slides the closed end of the clip over and just behind my clit. The open end pushes my inner labia together and the closed end pushes away from me, resulting in a fully exposed clit. The added weight of the jewels adds to the stimulation.
His tongue flicks across my sex, warm and wet, and with my bundle of pleasure nerves completely exposed, streaks of electricity shoot through my entire body. “Umm, my cupcake,” he says in jest before his mouth devours me and his tongue licks around the outside, then the inside, before finding my nub again. When he sucks on it and then pulls it through his teeth, I feel like I’m about to break the restraints and come up off the bed.
“You’re squirming, Sophia,” he chastises me. “You know how I feel about squirming while you’re restrained.” Leaning over, he picks another device from the second drawer. When he holds it up, my eyes open wide and my jaw drops open.
“You wouldn’t,” I whisper in disbelief.
“Oh, but I would. And I will,” he says with a wicked grin as he attaches the two nipple clamps before he picks up the third clamp, meant to clamp my clit in a different way.
The mixture of the two types of clamps is the best painful pleasure I’ve ever experienced. Until I feel his cock poised at my entrance, the tip just barely moving against me. Opening my eyes, I find Dominic watching me with intense eyes. He’s waiting for me to look at him so he can see what I’m thinking and feeling. “That’s my girl,” he says a split second before he plunges as far into me as he can.
The sudden invasion fills me, stretches me, and I instantly come. Without permission. He notices but he keeps going, because part of my punishment is his constant rubbing against my fully exposed clit. The intense build up of pressure low in my pelvis begins quickly and escalates just as fast. There’s no way I can stop the flood of my climax with all the stimulation he has provided.
When he unexpectedly removes the second clit clamp, allowing the blood flow to rush back into the fully exposed area, my arms and legs involuntarily jerk, pulling violently on the restraints. They don’t give, though, and I’m helpless to fight against the barrage of ecstasy he’s giving me.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet. I feel your come running out of you,” he growls at me. His voice does things to me that are just unbelievable and I feel the release of the glorious pressure again as I scream his name.
“Ahhh,” he groans as he pumps into me a final time before he joins me in our post-coital bliss. He removes the nipple clamps and the initial clit clamp, sending a whole new sensation flowing through me. His body covers mine, but he’s careful to not put pressure on my pregnant belly.
Pulling his knees up between my legs, he leans over and lays his head against my baby bump. He kisses my stomach where the baby is protected, and whispers, “I love your mommy so much, little one. Just wait until you meet her. You’ll fall in love with her, too.”
Dominic quickly unbuckles the restraints and massages both of my wrists and ankles. As always, he leans against the headboard and pulls me into his lap. With loving kisses and soft strokes against my hair, he tells me over and over how much he loves me, how proud he is of me, and how beautiful I am. The contact of skin on skin, without making love, but being this intimate, is my favorite part. It’s so much more than sex and it’s so much more than the words. It’s the real feelings behind everything we do with no barriers, nowhere to hide, and nothing else in the world exists.
“Are you okay?” he murmurs against my skin.
“I’m perfect, Dominic. Are you pleased?” I ask, genuinely interested.
“You always please me, Sophia. You were made for me and only me.”
That’s the last thing I remember before sleep takes me. Wrapped in my love’s arms, sheltered by his protectiveness, and warmed in his embrace, I fall into a deep sleep and don’t wake until the next morning. When I open my eyes, Dominic has placed me on my side of the bed and he is spooning me from behind. His arms are wrapped possessively around me and his leg is in between mine.
I love waking up this way.
“Thank you for last night,My Angel,” he says in his sleepy voice.
“For what?”
“For your way of reminding me that I’m still your Dom,” he clarifies. “You knew exactly what I needed.” He pauses for a few seconds, but I can feel he has more to say, so I stay silent until he’s ready.
“You need to go into the office Monday, love. This is the only way I can think of to draw out the truth. I won’t let him hurt you. He will not take you from me. I’m putting an end to him once and for all, Sophia, no matter what it takes. By threatening what’s mine, he has invoked my fury…and maybe a little madness.
