There was pressure on the bed beside my head as he grasped one wrist and tied it firmly to the bedpost. A shift to the other side and my other wrist was tied tightly. I felt him move off the bed as I lay there quietly, anticipating what was going to happen.
His strong hands grasped one ankle and pulled my leg open tying it to one of the lower bedposts, then he tied the other the same way. I laid there – legs wide open, arms wide open, exposed and vulnerable – physically and emotionally.
There was nothing that was hidden from him at this moment, and just as I had experienced the night before, I felt free and not oppressed or demeaned at all.
Suddenly, I felt his touch graze my skin just around my breasts. He was circling them with something cold. Teasing and using his fingers to twist my nipples, pinching and pulling.
There was a slight twinge of pain, but it also brought a sigh of pleasure. His lips encapsulated my nipples, and his teeth bit against them. More pain, but even more arousal.
As quickly as he began touching me, he stopped. There on my stomach, rising and falling quickly with each rapid breath, was the cold again. I realized it was a small chain he was using to taunt me.
He drew a path from my breasts down my stomach toward my lower belly. He led the chain between my thighs and just grazed my mound. I moaned with the excitement that was building. I writhed as much as the ropes would let me. He simply groaned softly.
Once again, he stopped. He took one hard nipple between his fingers as he clasped the clamp on, and then the other. An immediate bite brought a gasp from my lips, but I had to admit that the initial shock turned to an immediate stimulation between my legs.
I felt a tingle run throughout my body. The ache proved that I was aroused with the sensation of pain and pleasure. This was an unexpected sensation. His fingers then began to play there, between my legs.
He caressed my engorged bud, opening my lips, moving in and out as he gently tugged on the clamps. I could sense that he was watching me for my response, but I didn't care. I moaned and arched my back – as much as I could. God, it feels so good!
I was edging and could feel the beginnings of an orgasm. "Go ahead, beautiful. Let it flow."
That was all I needed. I let myself go as he continued fingering me and flicking my clit and tugging on the nipple clamps. The marvel of pain and pleasure together was electrifying and thrilling.
I began the ride of a first wave of orgasm. His mouth was on my centre, sucking and licking as I climaxed. All the while, the sting of the clamps edged me ever nearer to a second and third orgasm.
Just when I didn't think I could take any more, he entered me. "Take me, Baby Girl. Take me!"
"Oh, God, Yes, Sir!" I arched my hips toward him as he thrashed against me. I have never been multi-orgasmic, but this time, I could not tell when one began and another ended.
His hardness filled me, and his hands held me tight against him. My juices seeped around him as he groaned. Closer to the edge, he pulled out leaving me wanting even more. I whimpered.
His mouth wrapped around my nipples causing more of a bite as the clamps pinched harder against the soft skin. Part of me wanted to scream, "Stop!" yet another wanted him to do more. His fingers entered inside me again. He pressed against my G-spot while a thumb rubbed against my clit in circles, harder and faster bringing me to the edge ready to climax again.
Instead of me cumming then and there, he stopped again. I whimpered and cried, "Please!"
Nothing was said, but he placed his hardened sex against my clit. I gasped as he pulled the clamps on my nipples and entered me.
The exhilaration of the mixture of pain and pleasure was sending me into a spinning maelstrom of passion and desire needing to be met with fire and intensity.
I knew nothing that was happening. I was merely a body experiencing raw primal sex. Each sensation of the biting clamps, each thrust, each rub against my sex formed a building flame that seared through my very core. I was swirling in a place where only sensations were present.
I screamed loudly.
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