Chapter 4
Chapter Four
Drew
Clamps, condom, plug, and lube.
He chose rubber-tipped adjustable clamps since he didn’t know Naomi’s pain tolerance. Plus, he didn’t get off on hardcore sadism. Knowing her nipples would be tightly pinched, the blood flow restricted, making them extra sensitive when the clamps came off, was exactly his speed. For the same reason, he chose a medium-sized plug, something that would stretch her but not challenge her… too much.
If she’d been hesitant at the idea of a plug, he would have gone for the smallest size, but since she had responded with excitement, he felt secure in choosing a size up from that. And the lube was necessary.
Turning around, he admired the pretty picture she made, standing there naked with her legs a little more than shoulder-width apart, watching him with an eager expression. Her hands hung at her sides, waiting. Either she was turned on enough to forget to be bratty, or she’d realized she’d get what she wanted sooner if she was a good girl.
His cock pressed against the front of his jeans, eager to be released, which was the reason he was keeping his clothes on right now. Once they were off, it would be a hell of a lot harder to contain himself.
“Good girl,” he said, enjoying the way the edges of her lips tipped up in a small smile at the accolade. Yeah, she liked being called that.
He had a feeling she liked being called a ‘bad girl’ just as much, though.
Sauntering back to her, he opened up the clamps as he moved, letting the chain drop from the plastic so she could see it hang down. The little clinking sound it made wasn’t inherently threatening, but her eyes widened all the same, her tongue flicking out to nervously wet her lower lip. Drew held them up for her to see.
“Over to the bed,” he said after showing them to her. “I want you to sit on the edge of it.”
There was plenty of other equipment in the room he could have utilized, but with her sitting on the bed, he should be able to kneel in front of her and be right at breast height. Besides, he wasn’t really the fancy equipment kind of guy. He enjoyed watching others do it, but he’d always preferred to keep it simple.
Noami scooted over to the bed and sat down, her legs slightly open. Following her there, Drew grinned as he knelt down in front of her, pushing her knees farther apart so he could wedge his body between them. Dropping his purchases on the bed beside her, he reached around her to curve his hands under her butt and yank her forward, so her legs spread wide open. She made a cute little squeaking sound as she was moved so her breasts were directly in his face.
“Perfect,” he murmured between the soft brown mounds, giving her a kiss in the center of her cleavage. He could feel her shiver against him at the touch. “Keep your hands on the bed. Don’t move them.”
Moving his mouth over her skin, he made his way to her left nipple while his left hand moved from her ass to come up and cup her right breast. She moaned, arching her back and thrusting her breasts forward as his mouth closed around the hardened bud, tongue flicking the sensitive nub. Squeezing her other breast with his fingers, he manipulated the soft flesh, pinching one nipple while his teeth scraped over the other.
She whimpered, squirming slightly against him as he played with her breasts, taking his time to knead, lick, suck, and bite. When he moved his mouth to the other nipple, he switched hands so he could pinch and tug at the one he’d just abandoned. Moaning with pleasure, Noami’s head dropped back, the little noises she was making in the back of her throat going straight to his cock.
Drew tugged on her nipple with his teeth and his fingers simultaneously, hard enough to make her gasp.
Finally, he released her from both, pulling back enough that there was a bit of space between them. She panted, staring at him with a heated, needy gaze.
“Hold up your breasts for me, pretty girl. I want you to offer them up to me.”
Something flashed in her eyes, but she didn’t tell him no. Instead, she lifted her hands from where she’d been digging her fingers into the edge of the bed and moved to cup her breasts. The hard buds of her nipples pointed directly at him, wet from his mouth, darker than they’d been before he’d begun tormenting them.
Fuck, she was so damn beautiful.
“You’re gorgeous,” he said, reaching down to caress her offered breast with one hand, giving her nipple a little pinch to make her whimper for him.
She didn’t hold back with the sounds she made, and he fucking loved that.
“Now, ask Daddy to decorate your pretty nipples.” He grinned as something flashed through her eyes again.
It was clear she was calling him ‘Daddy’ to indulge him, but he could work with that. By the end of the night, he was determined she’d be so used to it that she was crying that out instead of his name without thinking about it. She was open to it, which was the important thing.
And he was going to show her how good it could feel to let him take care of her.
Her chin tilted up even more as she stared stubbornly back at him, realizing that he was challenging her and rising to meet it.
“Please decorate my nipples, Daddy. ” The little emphasis she put on calling him Daddy was husky, sexy, looking for the biggest effect it would have on him. Yeah, she knew it did it for him, and even if it wasn’t her kink, she liked knowing she was giving him what he wanted.
“Of course, sweet girl. I’m so glad you asked.”
Before she could make a sassy retort, he was cupping her right breast, his hand underneath hers, and attaching the clamp to her budded nipple, squashing it flat. She hissed, head jerking back as the pain hit her nervous system, leaving her squirming in aroused torment.
Naomi
The ‘Daddy’ thing was getting easier, maybe even kind of hot—mostly because she liked seeing the heat that flared in his eyes when she called him that—but ow. The clamps he’d chosen weren’t too harsh, which was her preference, but he had left them on the tightest setting, completely flattening her nipple.
Pain and pleasure clashed inside her as the throbbing delight from his fingers and mouth gave way to a burning, throbbing sting of having the little nubbin crushed by the unrelenting clamp. It hurt. She barely had time to take a few breaths, trying to get used to it, before he repeated the process on the other nipple.
Tears sparked in her eyes as she panted through the erotic agony, squirming against the bed, feet brushing over the rug beneath them as she tried to adjust. His hands cupped the bottoms of her breasts, holding them up while he watched her face intently, and she clung to his wrists to keep from trying to yank the clamps off.
Fuck, fuck, fuck…
The initial agony would fade in a few moments, she knew from experience, but waiting for it to happen was pure erotic torture. She panted for breath, fingers digging into his pulse points, their gazes locked as the initial flare of torment slowly faded, and she was able to relax, bit by bit.
Her breathing slowed as she relaxed, though her nipples throbbed in the tight confines of the clamps, making her pussy pulse in rhythm with the sensation.
“Ow,” she finally said, pouting up at him.
He grinned down at her, brushing his thumb over the now extra-sensitive tip of one nipple, making her whine in response. It hurt and felt good at the same time.
“Very pretty, sweet girl. You look good in clamps.”
Didn’t matter that it hurt; she preened at the compliment.
Then his finger hooked into the chain, tugging them upward, and she squeaked, abruptly standing to relieve the pressure on her aching nipples.
“Ow! Daddy!” She pouted at him again, hoping he’d take some pity on her.
He chuckled.
“Time for your plug and spanking, naughty girl. Maybe next time you’ll hold back some of that sass.” Keeping his finger hooked into the chain, he circled around her, making her turn with him before he sat down on the bed.
“Unlikely,” she muttered as he pulled her over his lap by her nipples, only releasing the chain once her upper body was hanging off his thigh, her breasts pulled down by gravity. Once he dropped the chain, it clattered down to brush against the floor and her chin.
She put her hands out in front of her, bracing herself against the floor to keep her balance better. Not that she thought he would allow her to fall. He had a firm grip around her waist with one hand, his thighs slightly spread to keep her atop his lap, but with her head hanging down like this, it still felt precarious, even if that was an illusion.
Ass high in the air, she moaned as he ran his hand over the mounds of her cheeks, fingers dipping down to briefly brush over the sensitive outer lips of her pussy. They tingled in response, her inner muscles clamping and pulsing against nothing, her body begging to be filled.
But she knew he was going to fulfill every filthy promise he’d made her.
Nipples had been sucked and clamped, but he still needed to plug her ass and spank it… then she was going to have to ride him.
Have to.
Fuck, she was going to ride the fuck out of him and enjoy every second of it. If he wanted to give her that much control, she was going to ride him until he was limp. If her legs would support her through that. While she was imagining how she wanted to ride him, he’d gotten the lube open and slicked up his finger, placing it against her bottom and rubbing the tip against her crinkled back entrance.
“I’m going to start with a finger or two, then I’m going to fill this pretty little ass with the plug before I spank you. Say ‘yellow’ if you need me to slow down or ‘red’ if you want me to stop.” His tone didn’t allow for any disagreement, and since his finger was currently pushing against the tight ring of her sphincter, Naomi wasn’t going to brat back at him. Timing was everything, and this was very much the wrong time.
“Yes, Sir, Daddy.” The words came out in a rush as his finger pushed in, stretching the little hole, making her forget what to call him at first.
He chuckled, sliding in deeper, and she squirmed on his lap as he stretched her, pushing his finger into her tight ass down to the knuckle.
“Daddy, Sir works too. I can accept that.” He twisted his finger inside her, making her whine, her muscles clamping down against him.
Her pussy was begging for some of the same treatment while her ass automatically wanted to try to eject the invader. It felt good, but not exactly quite in the way her body was craving. Her pussy was empty, empty, empty, her neglected clit throbbing in time with her overly stimulated nipples, and he was taking his sweet time.
Pulling back, his finger slid almost all the way out, then she cried out as he began to push a second one in beside it, stretching her further. The discomfort warred with her pained nipples for attention, and it was beginning to win as her nipples numbed and the burn of the stretch increased. She moaned, wriggling on his lap, her inner muscles squeezing and clenching in reaction.
His fingers moved back and forth inside her, stretching her, twisting and igniting the pleasurable nerve endings as fucked her ass with the thick digits. Naomi was starting to whimper, lifting her hip to meet the thrusts of his fingers when he finally stopped and pulled his fingers away. She sagged over his thighs, panting and waiting for the plug.