The Prize by International Bestselling Author Ashe Barker

Chapter 8: Yellow

I nod and step up to the cross. "How do you want me?"

They grin and exchange a look. Greg's lip quirks as he answers me. "Badly, little Jessie. Very badly indeed. For now, though, I think against the cross, facing out."

Greg attaches the restraints to my wrists, and Mark deals with my ankles. Then they stand back to admire their handiwork.

"Very pretty. Still, I wonder if she's missing something?" Mark cocks his head to one side, considering.

"I know what you mean. A little sparkle, perhaps. Our sub needs bling."

"She does. I have just the thing." Mark slips his hand into the pocket of his dark grey jeans and produces a pair of delicate nipple clamps, attached to each other by a chain. He dangles them in front of Greg. "What do you think?"

"Ah yes, perfect. And I have the clit clip to match." Greg produces that item from his own pocket. "Shall we dress our little subbie then?"

I cringe. Nipple clamps are not my favourite toy, though I seem to recall ticking them on my list of possible playthings. The urge to protect my vulnerable breasts is overwhelming and I tug against the straps holding me in place.

"Jessie, do you remember your safe words?" Greg's tone is suddenly serious.

I nod. "Yes, but—"

"Colour?" Greg demands.

"Green, Sir. But with a wide stripe of yellow."

"Noted," he responds. "Tell us if you need to stop, at any point."

I manage another nod, and chew on my lip. Compared to the paddling this should be much easier, but I'm scared anyway.

Mark steps forward, close in to me, and cups my chin in his palm. He holds my face steady for several moments, forcing me to meet and hold his gaze. The contact calms me, and I relax.

"Colour now, Jessie?" he murmurs, his breath soft against my ear.

"Green, Sir."

"Good. Shall we play, then?"

"Yes, Sir. Thank you."

I draw in several deep breaths as they both move in, Greg to my left, Mark to my right. Each takes a nipple between their finger and thumb and they start to squeeze, to tug, to twist. The initial buzz of arousal soon builds into real discomfort, then pain. I let out a yelp as it becomes too much to bear.

"Yellow. Yellow, " I gasp.

Neither Dom releases any of the pressure, but they stop tugging and twisting for a moment.

"Steady, Jessie. Breathe in, then out. Breathe through it." I've closed my eyes so I'm not sure now which one is talking to me. It doesn't matter anyway. I obey, concentrate on controlling my breathing as I become accustomed to the pain and settle again.

"Right, now we're going to pull hard. You'll come right up on your toes, and we'll hold you there while we attach the clamps. Okay?"

I nod, though tears are pricking the backs of my closed eyelids. Moments later I am lifted up as they pull hard, outwards and upwards. I manage not to scream, barely. They each slide a tweezer clamp over the nipple between their fingers, and tighten them simultaneously. They step away a pace, and I sink back onto the soles of my feet once more.

The clamps hurt, though the pain is manageable. I glance down, and have to admit they look pretty, sparkling against the deep pink of my swollen, pebbled nubs.

"Do you like them, Jessie? They're a gift to you."

"I can keep them? After...?"

"Of course, confirms Mark. "A memento of a pleasant evening."

"Thank you, Sir."

"Now, the clit clip." Greg had slipped it back into his pocket, but he produces it again. He crouches before me. "I'll need another pair of hands here, to spread her open so I can attach this."

"On it." Mark slips behind me and reaches around to part the lips of my pussy. "Is her clit swollen enough yet?"

Greg scrutinises my glistening folds for a few seconds, then leans in to draw his tongue the length of my clit. "Perhaps not. I can fix that though."

He shifts forward again, and this time he takes my clitoris between his lips and he sucks. Hard.

"Ah, Christ, " I groan as sensation overwhelms me. Sir, please, don't—"

"Hush, Jessie. And try not to climax. You don't want to add on more strokes to your caning, do you?" The warning comes from Mark.

I shake my head, helpless as Greg continues to suck and lick my clit. If he doesn't stop...

Incredibly, mercifully, he does. He releases me and smiles up from his vantage point. "Looks just perfect now."

Greg slides the clit clip over my engorged nub as Mark holds me open to receive it. He tightens the two arms by adjusting the position of a small bead. "Tell me when it starts to hurt. Not before. We don't want this falling off, do we?"

"No, Sir. Aagh! Now!"

Greg seems satisfied and sits back on his heels. Mark's fingers continue to slide between my folds though, his touch gentle and reassuring. I realise I need the physical contact, I need at least one of them to be touching me all the time.

"Looking good, Jessie. Now we just need to connect everything together." Greg attaches the slender chain which dangles between my breasts to another fastened to the clit clip. Now, if they tug on the chain, the pressure is applied to all three points on my body. Greg demonstrates as I writhe in a helpless tangle of sensation. It hurts, it feels glorious, it's everything in between.

"Oh God." Not eloquent, but the best I can manage.

Greg stands up and brushes his lips across mine. "Are you ready, girl?"

I shake my head.

He moves behind me, then tangles his fist in my hair to pull my head backwards. With his other hand he lightly toys with the chain, sending waves of agonised ecstasy through me. "I think you are ready. Very much so."

Who am I to argue?

I wince as something soft and warm snakes across my abdomen. "What's that?"

"A flogger. We chose a nice one for you, soft and light, I think you'll enjoy this part, Jessie." Mark's reassurance fails to convince me and I wait for the next stroke to fall.

It does, this time across my breasts. But he's right, it's not unpleasant, and not especially painful though every nerve ending in my body is quivering. Somehow they have contrived to make the anticipation far more extreme than the experience itself. As Greg continues to hold my head back and murmur filthy endearments into my ear, Mark goes to work on my body.

"Such a sweet little slut, you love this, don't you?" When I fail to respond at once he tugs sharply on the chain. "Don't you?"

"Yes, Sir."

"So tell me. Tell us what you want us to do to you next."