Chapter 1 #8
I squealed and opened my eyes, my hands rising to bat away whatever had caused me pain, but then I realized that it had been him. He’d put the clip right over the top of my nipple, and I watched almost in disbelief as he did the same to my left.
I whimpered as the flash of pain washed across my chest. Despite the ache, I felt my pussy tighten, felt my own wetness return with a fervor that was frightening to realize.
But there was a third clamp.
“Please, don’t,” I begged.
“Spread your legs wider,” he demanded. When I didn’t immediately comply, he slapped the outside of my thigh and I squeaked with shock. A pink mark rose on my skin and then I rushed to obey him. Using his fingers, he spread my folds, exposing my clit.
I watched almost in horror as he took the clamp, opened it, and allowed it to close directly over top of my clit.
I cried out as exquisite pain rushed over me.
I couldn’t help myself as I hunched forward, trying to quell the sudden flash of sensations, but pain and pleasure rose to the surface once more, leaving me a quivering, sodden mess, and there was nothing I could do to stop it.
Gradually, the pain faded to a dull ache.
As the burning agony began to fade, simmering desire sprang to life and I quivered as it raced straight to my core, making my legs tremble with its intensity.
The clamps were tight on my nipples and my clit, forcing me to endure both pain and pleasure in a single breath and I couldn’t get enough of it.
The chains were lax, the O ring hanging down and swinging in the gentle breeze, just bouncing against the skin of my belly, and I drew in a heated breath.
I lifted my eyes and met his hard, dark ones and whimpered quietly at the power hidden in their depths.
He took the O ring then and clipped a long leather leash to it. He jerked it, just a little, and I cried out as it pulled me forward by both my nipples and my clit. It stung hotly for a long moment, but then I leaned forward and the pressure on my body relaxed.
It was a very clear message.
Follow along closely or feel his wrath.
I stood there, completely naked except for my boots.
The clamps kept my nipples hard and tight and the one around my clit teased at my folds, keeping me constantly aroused.
He took the leash and lifted it up, just tugging on the single chain attached between my legs.
He did that once, then twice, making me moan and cry out with each one.
“Do you think you’re ready to come with me yet, little human?” he asked. His expression was seductive, one that promised more pain, but infinitely more pleasure. I wanted to follow him, but did I dare?
I paused before he gently tugged on the leash once more.
“Come now, it’s time to go,” he said softly, his tone expectant even in its gentleness as he stared back at me. He didn’t threaten me, nor did he cruelly tug me along; instead he waited for my obedience, waited for me to accept his power over me.
“You’re not planning to sell me off, are you?” I ventured carefully, and he shook his head.
“No. I don’t believe in forcing women into that kind of business,” he responded. I studied his features carefully. I only saw honesty there, and I took a hesitant step toward him. He didn’t rush me, allowing me to take another before I was standing beside him.
“Is it far?” I asked then, keenly aware of my nakedness and the sheer number of people looking at my bare body with each passing second. He grinned knowingly and shook his head.
“Maybe a twenty-minute walk. Enough to show everyone here your freshly spanked backside and the cum dripping down your ass, not to mention my seed drying on your face,” he countered, and I felt my cheeks redden in response.
“You’re mean,” I responded, pouting a little, and he chuckled, tugging the clit chain just a little harder.
“You complain, little girl, but I think you like it,” he replied, and I turned away with a huff.
“Goddamn alpha males,” I muttered, and he laughed even harder, then slowly began to walk, looking back to ensure that I was following him.
The clamp on my clit was teasingly tight, pinching at my most sensitive place, and after a few steps I moaned softly, the sound low and almost inaudible.
As we walked through the market and up the stairs to the upper level, I couldn’t help but notice the wetness between my thighs.
With every step, I grew wetter, the constant pressure on my clit keeping my arousal always at the edge of a cliff and leaving me breathless.
The chain was short. Short enough that I had to keep pace with him or it would pull taut against my clit, a sharp little warning that I was not in charge of how fast or slow we moved.
He set the pace. I followed. It was humiliating in a way I didn’t have a word for yet, being led naked through a crowded market on a leash like some prized creature he’d just claimed.
And the sick part—the part I was absolutely not going to examine too closely—was that some dark, quiet corner of me didn’t hate it.
I kept my eyes on my captor’s back, ensuring that I didn’t catch any wayward glances from anyone that we walked by.
I knew there were many. I could feel both men and women staring at my nakedness, judging every inch of my body and wondering what it would feel like to run their fingers along my bare skin.
It made me feel incredibly small and humble, but also powerful at the same time.
My thighs rubbed against one another as I walked, slick with my wetness, and I lifted my head, holding it up high as I followed him.
“What’s your name?” I finally asked, and he paused, looking back at me.
“Bane,” he answered. “What’s yours, human?”
“Cara,” I responded.