Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
Asad
Well, he had her in the room. Now what?
He should have been formulating a plan on the way back to the hotel, but all of his attention had been taken up by concentrating on driving while playing with her pussy—and not allowing himself to be distracted watching her play with her breasts.
Doing things on the fly was not his norm, although apparently, it was for this week.
Which was more enjoyable than he would have thought.
Having a fake girlfriend came with some serious perks.
Things he couldn’t do at the club because they were at the club.
Since he never took his interactions outside the club, playing in the car or getting his cock fondled in an elevator was completely out of the question.
A week ago, he would have said none of that mattered to him. He liked his life the way it was—he liked his scenes the way they were, he didn’t need anything more—but he was really enjoying getting a taste of it. It was something to savor because next week it was going to be gone, which was fine.
Asad was all about seizing the moment. He would enjoy it while it lasted. And he’d use it in the club the next time he scened with Morgan there. After this week, he was going to be much more comfortable doing so with her than he would be with any of the other submissives.
Standing with her hands clasped in front of her, she stared at him with wide eyes, waiting to see what he wanted her to do.
Her nipples were little pebbles pushing against her dress, her lips were slightly parted, and from the way she was standing, he could see that she was squeezing her thighs tightly together to put pressure on her pussy.
His dick was aching to be inside her, but since they’d just bought a bunch of toys, he didn’t want to disappoint her. What was the point of the purchase if he wasn’t going to use them? The fact he was more interested in fucking her than in scening with her was a little concerning.
Then again, going to the Outlands, then the drive home had been one massive tease. If he counted all of that as foreplay, he didn’t feel quite so disturbed by his impatience.
“Okay, naughty girl. Get undressed while I get these bags unpacked. Strip. Slowly.” That would get them started.
Sitting down in the chair, his gaze locked on Morgan, Asad pulled the bags onto his lap and started to unpack them one by one, pulling them out of their packaging and removing tags.
Looking a little uncertain, Morgan reached behind her to unzip her dress.
She was flexible enough to handle it on her own and doing so thrust her breasts forward in an enticing way.
Reaching up, she pulled one shoulder off, then the other, holding the fabric over her breasts until both her arms were free of the sleeves, then she let it drop.
The bra she was wearing was a lacy forest green that made her skin glow in contrast, and when she shimmied the skirt over her hips, he could see that the underwear matched.
His dick throbbed in response.
“Very nice, baby. Now the bra.” He cracked open the packaging for the nipple clamps. Not because he was going to apply them immediately; the timing was just fortuitous.
Slipping off the straps first, she reached behind her to undo the clasp, and the bra dropped away, revealing her pert nipples.
“Touch yourself.”
He couldn’t remember ever requesting a strip tease of a sub, but on the other hand, he’d never had his hands full like this at the beginning of a scene.
There was something intimate about it, but he tried not to let it bother him.
This whole week with Morgan was different, more intimate than what he usually did, which was fine.
They both knew the score.
So, he might as well enjoy it while he could.
Morgan let out a happy sigh as she ran her hands over her breasts, cupping and fondling them, then moaned when she pinched her nipples.
The little buds were crushed between her fingers.
Asad suspected she hadn’t been able to get the stimulation she’d wanted when she was playing with them in the car.
But he didn’t want her enjoying herself too much while he was still getting the toys out. That didn’t seem fair.
“Now, the panties,” he ordered. Morgan pouted at him, and for a moment, he thought she might actually disobey, but then her hands moved, gliding over her stomach. She hooked her fingers through the waistband and pulled them down.
The little tease bent forward at the waist. If anyone had been sitting on the bed, they would have gotten a fantastic view of her pussy.
All Asad got to see was the top of her head.
Something she’d done purposefully, he realized, when she straightened back up, and he saw the mischievous expression on her face—she glanced at him nervously, but he wasn’t upset.
He enjoyed ‘bratty’ Morgan. It was more like ‘playful’ Morgan, but he had a feeling she was trying to be bratty. Testing the boundaries, as it were.
The packages were all open now, all the toys at his disposal. He wanted to clean the vibe and plug before he used them on her, but that still left him with plenty of options.
“Very pretty, Red, but I think your nipples could use some decoration. Come here.” Her eyes lit up at his words, and she came forward eagerly. She’d seen the clamps he’d chosen.
Clover clamps could be nasty little things. They tightened when they were tugged on, and they were Morgan’s favorite. Asad liked them a lot, too, though they meant keeping an eye out to make sure they didn’t stay on too long. He wanted them to hurt, not harm.
Still sitting in the chair, he reached up to cup her breast. With the way she’d been pinching and tugging on her nipple, there was no need to stimulate the little bud to further hardness.
He applied the clamp, enjoying the way she went up on her toes for a moment, closing her eyes as the tight grip of the clamp bit into her sensitive flesh.
A thin chain hung between the clamps, dangling against her stomach as he fastened the second.
Eyes still closed, lips parted, Morgan panted for breath as her body adjusted to the crushing pinch of the clamps. When her eyes opened and she looked down at him, they were practically glowing with her need. Asad smiled.
Morgan
The clamps gave her poor nipples all the pressure they’d been aching for and then some.
It hurt, it always hurt, but it felt so good, too, the pain going straight to her pussy which was already dripping.
If she could just rub her thighs together, her clit was so swollen and slippery, she’d probably be able to get herself off with just that…
As if he could hear her thoughts, Master Asad’s gaze sharpened.
“Spread your legs, baby. I want to see that pretty pussy.” Not like he didn’t have a good view already since he was sitting in front of her.
Her pussy was basically at eye level. She obeyed, spreading her legs, since she knew seeing it wasn’t the point.
When he ran his hand up her inner thigh, her hips canted forward, and her hands fluttered in the air as she tried to keep her balance.
“Hold on to my shoulders, Red. You don’t need to tip over. ”
Relieved, Morgan rested her hands on his shoulders, shuddering and moaning as his fingers found her pussy again. This angle was much easier for him to toy with her body, and his finger slid inside her, pumping and twisting and setting her nerve endings ablaze with hot need.
“Oh!” She rocked on her feet, able to do so since he was letting her hold on to him. His thumb rubbed against her clit, and she felt her knees buckle. “Oh… please…”
The unsteady position made her feel like she might fall over if it wasn’t for his fingers in her pussy, and she shuddered, her muscles clamping down around him. She was already so aroused, she was on the cusp of climax.
“Come for me, Red. Come all over my fingers.”
That command was all she needed to push her over the edge.
She cried out, her muscles clenching around him, fingers digging into his shoulders, as waves of pleasure crashed over her.
Her head tipped back, and she cried out, shuddering, her knees buckling.
A strong arm wrapped around her, helping her stay on her feet as the hot ecstasy filled her and retreated, leaving her floaty and quivering.
“Good girl.”
Morgan moaned again. She felt Master Asad getting to his feet, his clothing sliding against her bare body, his fingers slipping away from her pussy.
Her hands slid from his shoulders down to his chest, resting against the muscles, and she could feel his heart beating fast beneath her palms. The scent of feminine arousal filled her nose as his fingers pressed against her lips, and she opened them obediently.
Licking and sucking, she cleaned his fingers, raising her gaze to his as she did so.
With his arm still around her, helping to keep her upright, he held her close, watching as she licked her cream from his digits.
She leaned into him, pressing her breasts against him, as she twisted her head to get every last drop.
The sweet-salt flavor was faintly citrusy and not unpleasant.
Her confined nipples throbbed as they were caught between her body and his, adding to both her pain and pleasure.
In the wake of her orgasm, the sensation was almost too much, yet she loved it.
As soon as his fingers were clean, Master Asad dropped his hand and claimed her lips for a kiss, tasting her on her lips.
His tongue delved into her mouth, dancing with hers, and she moaned, opening for him and letting him take over.
The kiss deepened, as though he was trying to lick the taste of her from her mouth.
Morgan shuddered as his hands ran over her body.
She was hyper-sensitive post orgasm, and now that her arousal had been satisfied, the sensations were much starker.
Lifting his head, Master Asad smiled down at her, a cruel glint in his eye that stirred her belly.
“Now, it’s time for your punishment, Red.”
Morgan blinked. She’d forgotten that he’d promised a punishment. She’d been too preoccupied with what he was doing to her in the moment to spare a thought for the future. Now that she’d had her orgasm, her senses were no longer dulled by her desire… and it was going to hurt so much more.
Devious sadist.
Releasing her, Master Asad placed his hands on her hips to maneuver her, stepping around her and turning her at the same time.
Now he had a lot more room to move around her, and she was trapped between him and the chair he’d been sitting in.
Not that she minded. The feeling of being confined by him was comforting.
“These look very nice,” he said, reaching up to tug on the chain between her clamps.
Morgan yelped as the tug on her sore nipples flashed through her, the clamps tightening from the pull. That was the best and worst part about clover clamps—every time her nipples got used to the pressure, it could be increased, and she’d feel it all over again with a sharper and sharper bite.
Master Asad grinned wickedly. “Very nice.”
“Thank you, Sir.” Compliments were always appreciated.
He lifted the chain upward, lifting her nipples and breasts at the same time.
She could feel cool air on her skin where her breasts normally rested against her body.
The urge to go up on her toes was nearly impossible to resist, but he wasn’t pulling upward to make her—he was just lifting her breasts.
“Hold this here.”
Use the chain to hold her own breasts, pulling on her nipples in a way that stretched them out, even as they were crushed by the clamps?
Owie. But he’d ordered her to do so, and it was hardly as painful or humiliating as many of the orders she’d followed in the past. Morgan reached up to take the chain, holding it up with both of her hands, using her thumbs.
Master Asad stepped away, looking her up and down as though he was enjoying the view.
Her nipples throbbed, making her insides ache.
It hurt so much. Her arousal was starting to curl in her belly again, but not enough to entirely offset the pain.
At the moment, the pain-pleasure balance was off and entirely in pain’s favor.
Eventually, she’d catch up again, but right now, she breathed through her nose, her jaw clenched against the burning ache in her breasts, trying to breathe through it and fighting the impulse to rip the clamps from her tortured nipples.
“Good girl. Now, keep holding it there.”
Moving around behind her, he picked up something.
Morgan whimpered when he came to the side of her, and she could see the rattan cane loosely gripped in his hand.
A sense of dread started to fill her as she had an idea of what he was going to do.
He was eying her breasts as she held them upwards, her nipples straining.
The undersides of her breasts were far more sensitive than the top or sides.
Confirming her thoughts, he lifted the cane, gently tapping it against the underside of her breast as he gauged the distance and angle. Morgan bit her lip against another whimper.
This is going to hurt.
Her pussy pulsed in excited response—that was how she was wired.
The impact wasn’t very hard.
It didn’t need to be.
“Oh!” Morgan went up on her toes, her nipples protesting as her hands automatically jerked, tugging on the clamps and tightening them around her poor, tortured buds.
The angle was somewhat awkward, and he hadn’t used nearly the force he could have, but it didn’t matter.
The sensitive undersides of her breasts screamed with the sting, especially in conjunction with her tormented nipples.
His sadistic chuckle rolled through the room.
“Hurts, does it?” The mock sympathy in his voice grated over her nerves, and she turned her head to glare at him before she realized what she was doing and dropped her gaze.
The tip of the cane moved to beneath her chin, lifting her head so he could see her expression.
“No, no, Red, I don’t want you to hide your responses from me.
I want every glare, every whimper, every reaction. I want to be able to savor them.”
The sincerity in his eyes was impossible to deny. He wanted it all from her because it wasn’t just about what he was doing to her; it was about how she reacted to it. Something her previous Masters had never cared about, or they’d only wanted specific reactions from her rather than the truth.
Master Asad wanted her, uncensored. Her pussy fluttered along with the pain still throbbing through her breasts.
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered.