Kinktober 2024

Nipple Clamps || dom!Wanda x sub!Reader

The only thing you feel is Wanda. Her hands, her hair brushing over your cheek, her lips pressed against yours. Her tongue, strong as it presses against yours. Soft hands roaming up and down your sides, her hips pressed against yours as she presses you further into the couch.

A character laughs on the TV, and you blink as Wanda pulls back slightly.

"Can we try something?" Wanda asks, her voice soft. One of her hands comes up to cup your warm cheek, her thumb brushing over your skin when you smile up at her.

"Of course, love," you say, twisting your head and pressing a gentle kiss against her palm. You watch her smile at the action, resisting the urge to roll your hips up into hers.

"You know how you're very... sensitive?" Wanda asks, her hands moving to your chest. You flush, already feeling your hard nipples poking through the fabric of your sweatshirt. "Well, I thought of something that could, let's say, elevate the experience for you."

Tilting your head at her, you watch Wanda as she reaches into her pocket. The sound of metal chains clinking together intrigues you, and you swallow harshly as she reveals a set of nipple clamps.

They're beautiful, with a delicate gold chain swinging between them and rubber-tipped ends on the clamp so you won't accidentally hurt yourself by breaking the sensitive skin of your nipples. You can feel yourself getting more aroused just by looking at them, and you lick your lips slightly.

"I think I'm going to like this idea of yours," you whisper, hearing another character laugh on the screen. You tune it out, your senses completely honed in on Wanda and the nipple clamps in her hand.

"Good. I thought you might," Wanda murmurs, one hand coming down to play with the hem of your sweatshirt. "Take this off for me, baby."

You feel a shiver run down your spine at the command, and you sit up slightly as you pull your sweatshirt off. Feeling Wanda's warm hands on your stomach, you lie back as you drop the fabric to the floor, sighing in pleasure as her fingers glide on your skin.

Her touch is warm, her fingers light and gentle as they sweep over your skin. You can feel goosebumps erupt in their wake, your hands resting lightly on her hips. Wanda's fingers work their way up your stomach, pausing just underneath your nipples, a small smile on her face.

Arching into her hands, you silently beg her to touch you more. All she needs to do is just... reach up a bit further, your nipples straining with need.

"So good for me," she murmurs. "So responsive, just the way I like you."

A whine escapes your lips, and you look at her with desperation in your eyes. All she does is smile back at you, her hands slowly moving up. Her fingers graze your nipples, and you moan. The sound is low, your need growing with each teasing second.

"Please," you beg, your hands gripping her hips firmly. "Touch me."

Wanda smiles wider at that, her hand finally pinching your nipple. You let out a groan, your core throbbing with need as pain and pleasure erupt at the action. Arching your back, you press your chest further into her hand, wanting, no, craving more.

The fingers against your nipple roll and twist, stimulating the hard nub while you softly whine and whimper. Your hips thrust up against Wanda's, but you barely notice the action. Your chest is full of sensations, and you suddenly have the urge to beg.

"Please put the clamps on," you plead. Wanda's face lights up, her smile blinding as she chuckles at your desperation. "Please, I need them."

"Who am I to deny my pretty toy when it begs so prettily," Wanda responds, her fingers disappearing from your chest and fiddling with the clamps.

You take a moment to control your breathing, feeling your heart beating rapidly in your chest. Excitement and arousal fill you, your eyes locked on Wanda's face. God, she's beautiful. You're so lucky to have a girlfriend who is just as kinky as you are.

"Try and stay quiet for me," Wanda says, a smirk appearing on those perfect lips. You nod feebly, pressing your lips together tightly.

Wanda places the first clamp around your right nipple, positioning the rubber tips perfectly over your hard nub. You smother a moan, feeling her tighten the clamp as pain and pleasure blend together.

"Let me know if it gets too tight," Wanda whispers, her green eyes glancing between your face and your chest.

You nod, a whimper escaping you as she continues to tighten it. "That's good for now," you gasp out, feeling your pain threshold nearing its end.

Wanda raises an eyebrow at you, taking in your furrowed brow and tense muscles. She loosens the clamp slightly, until you relax underneath her. Her fingers quickly attach the other clamp to your left nipple, tightening it to match your right clamp.

"How does that feel?" Wanda asks, not giving you the chance to respond. Her fingers tug on the delicate gold chain between the clamps, pulling your nipples away from your body slightly.

"Holy fuck," you gasp, watching your nipple become taut as Wanda pulls. A deep, pleasant ache emanates from your nipples, and you feel your hips begin to rut up again.

"Stay still, baby. Let me play with you," Wanda says, squeezing her thighs tight around your hips to hold you in place. You gasp, your breaths heavy as your chest heaves. Fuck, you've never been this aroused from some simple foreplay before.

Wanda tugs on the chain again, one hand gently resting on your sternum to keep you in place. She watches in fascination as she pulls your nipples away from your body, your breasts swinging gently as she does so.

She has the urge to lean down and bite on them, so she does.

At the feeling of Wanda's teeth sinking into your chest, you let out a low moan, unable to keep quiet any longer. Her lips provide suction, and you know that your chest will be littered with dark hickeys by the end of tonight.

"Baby," you moan, your words cut off as she tugs sharply on the chain.

"No talking," Wanda mutters, before dragging her tongue over your skin and biting down into your other breast.

It's difficult, to not move and to not speak, but somehow you manage. Your knuckles are white from how hard you're squeezing Wanda's hips, and you flush as you begin to feel your arousal building as a damp patch appears on your crotch.

"Oh," she pulls back, her eyes dark. "I can feel how worked up you are."

You pant, not denying it. A desperate, hungry sort of look is on your face, and Wanda finds it absolutely delicious.

Moving quickly, Wanda wraps her hands around your waist and moves you. She positions herself on the couch in a seated position, your hips straddling her thighs as your back faces her. Your eyes watch the screen, your vision slightly blurred.

"Let me just," Wanda murmurs, leaning in and grabbing the gold chain with her teeth. She leans back, pulling the chain with her as your nipples are pulled taut again.

You moan, your fingers gripping her knees almost painfully. Your hips move on her thigh, grinding your overheated core against her thighs. It feels so... fucking... good.

"Stop," Wanda whispers, tugging harshly on your chain.

Whimpering, you turn around to look at her. Those perfect green eyes smile back at you, and she gently turns your face toward the screen again.

"Stay still and let me play with you," Wanda murmurs, squeezing your breasts as she licks your neck. "If you're good, maybe I'll let you cum after the movie is over."

You bite back a whine, your teeth gnawing at your bottom lip as you feel her slowly begin to play with your chest again, the nipple clamps tight and sending pleasure shooting down to your core.

This was going to be the longest movie you'd ever watched.