Cathal Chapter 19 #3
She made an affirmative sound but didn’t speak. I went to the bathroom and washed my hands. When I came back, I thought of what I wanted to do next. It would require her to be on her back.
“Miss, it’s time to roll over. Let me untie you, and then we’ll get you situated,” I told her soothingly, slipping into my masseuse role again.
It took mere minutes to reposition her, with her cuffs back on. She never asked to keep them off nor to remove her blindfold. She did hiss when her ass touched the sheets. I’d reddened them good. She’d feel it for a little while.
I stared at her tits, enticing me to play.
They were their usual full selves with those pert pebbles that begged a man to pinch, suck, lick, and bite, which I did without warning.
Bronagh’s sighs and cries of delight pushed me to give her more.
Being able to make her feel that good satisfied a deep need inside me.
I worked her tits until she climaxed. As she finished coming down from the high, she panted out.
“God, Cathal, you’re driving me crazy. Please, uncuff me. Let me touch you. I want to make you come.”
I smiled as I got into my nightstand drawer again. She heard me.
“What are you getting now? I can’t stand it,” she whimpered.
“Yes, you can, mo ghrá. Or are you about to use your safe word?” I asked.
She hesitated only moments before shaking her head. “No, no, safe word.”
“You’re being such a good girl for me. Thank you. Let me see your beautiful orgasm again. I have something special for you.”
“What?” Her tone was excited.
I answered by crawling onto the bed, lying next to her, then sucking her closest nipple into my mouth.
I worked it, then moved to the other. I did the back and forth until she was wound up, and that’s when I applied the first nipple clamp to her nub, twisting the screw until she hissed after the initial cry of shock abated.
I kept stimulating the other nipple until I felt her begin to relax, then I screwed on the second clamp.
I used the butterfly screw type, which was better for beginners.
If she ever advanced to the hardcore ones, those would change to either clover clamps, which were non-adjustable, or even clothespins.
Both were intense if you were new to them.
I’d had them applied to me, so I knew from experience.
A chain connected them. I licked and kissed my way down the middle of her body.
As I did, I found her clit with my hand and started to tease her with strokes, lazy circles that soon changed to pinches and tugs.
When my mouth got to her distended clit, I sucked and applied teeth to it.
As I did that, I randomly tugged on the chain attached to the clamps.
“Jesus, it feels like fire is running between my nipples! And you’re gonna drive me over the edge, teasing my clit, too!” Her cry was tense, yet exhilarated.
I lifted my head. “Oh yeah. Let’s see.”
As Bronagh called out in anticipation of what I’d do next, I swiftly applied a butterfly clamp and screwed it tight to her clit. Bronagh’s breathing turned ragged, and she muttered words I couldn’t understand.
With all three clamps in place, the tugging on the chains, which included another one running from her clit clamp and attached to the nipple chain, caused her to go stiff before her body trembled and Bronagh screamed, making my ears hurt.
She came so hard, I saw her squirt. I greedily lapped her cream up, which extended her release.
Finally, I knew I couldn’t wait any longer.
“Miss, you’ve done well. Since you did, and I was tipped very well, I’m gonna give you an extra-special deluxe massage that’s better than what I planned to give you,” I told her hoarsely.
As I said it, I fumbled to unbuckle her wrist cuffs.
Then, I did the same to the ankle ones. I fumbled because I was so damn excited to give us both what we wanted and needed.
As soon as she was free, I got between her spread legs and shifted her ass into the air by pushing her legs toward her chest.
“Yes, oh yes, do it!” Bronagh begged.
Her hands came up, and she clawed off the blindfold. While she did, I positioned the head of my cock to her opening and slammed my cock into her pussy in one thrust. I sank through tight, still spasming walls that strangled my cock.
“Fuck!” I shouted.
Her wild eyes met mine. Her nails clawed at my chest as I pounded in and out.
“This is a special inner massage technique,” I barely got out before I dropped the role-playing and fucked my wife. It was too hard and intense to be called lovemaking. I planned to do that with her, though, before we were through.
“More! Fuck me harder,” Bronagh demanded.
“You want it harder?”
“Y-yes.”
“Then beg me. Beg me like a sub would,” I got out between gritted teeth.
We’d talked about what it meant to be a Dom and a submissive. I’d given her examples. The orders I gave her tonight were mild ones, but they let her be introduced to the simplest dynamic of a D/s relationship. I wanted to hear what she’d say.
“Oh, please, Daddy Sir, give it to your little Miss hard. Make me take it until I can’t take anymore. I want you, Daddy Sir, to fuck me until I come all over your cock and this bed. Make me squirt.”
Bronagh had never spoken to me like that.
It snapped something in me. I let out a roar, the kind I made when I was in the mood to be a primal.
I jerked my cock free. She cried out her denial, but I picked her up, flipped her bodily over onto her elbows and knees, and thrust back inside.
I dripped with sweat as I fucked her like a machine.
The whole time, Bronagh kept yelling, begging, and hollering, “Daddy Sir,” and egging me to give it to her harder. I felt the storm in my core rushing to overtake me. However, moments before it did, Bronagh came up on her hands, threw her head back, and screamed, “Caaaaathal!!”
Her pussy grabbed my cock, making it impossible for me to move, and wrenched the cum from my balls as she did what she said she wanted to do.
She drenched me and the bed and made me scream as I came.
Pump after pump of my seed hit her cervix.
As she drained me, I hoped one of those little fuckers found her egg.
As the last of my energy leaked away, I found the strength, barely, to collapse so we were on our sides.
I don’t know how long we lay there, catching our breath, before I remembered the clamps.
And just like that, my spent cock jerked.
Her moan when I withdrew made me smile. I eased her onto her back.
“We need to take these off. I’m doing this one first,” I said, touching the one on her clit. She didn’t know what to expect, but I did. I maneuvered so that when I removed it, I could suck on her distended clit, to help with the pain of blood coming back.
“Damn, that hurts!” she whimpered.
“I know. Here, let me try something else on your nipples.”
I got off the bed long enough to grab the candle on my stand. It was different from the others. It wasn’t just meant for light. It was the special kind that can be used for wax play. I hadn’t known if I’d try it tonight or not.
“Are you going to…” she murmured, then faded away.
I quickly unscrewed the first nipple clamp. As she hissed, I let warm paraffin wax drop from a good eighteen inches above her nipple. That let the wax cool enough that it felt warm, maybe slightly on the edge of hot, but wouldn’t burn her. And the warmth soothed the pain of the clamp’s removal.
“Oh, oh, that was much better,” Bronagh sighed.
“Good, then this will be too,” I told her as I unscrewed the last one and dropped wax again.
She sighed again. As she lay there, I poured some around her tits and then down the center of her chest and belly.
“Cathal, that feels relaxing. I can’t believe it.” Bronagh said in wonder.
“Imagine if I poured it all over your body. You’d be so relaxed.”
“If you do that, you’ll have to scoop me out of this bed.”
A huge yawn followed her statement, then her eyelids drooped. I put the candle aside, put more of the massage oil on my hands, then crawled back on the bed. I worked the hard wax over with the oil until it softened enough to release the hold on her skin. Then it peeled right off.
“I’m so tired. Wow, that took it out of me. But you did all the work,” Bronagh said, nuzzling up against me.
“It’s all those endorphins hitting and your stress leaving your body. Just let yourself go. We’ll have to take a bath to get all the oil and wax off you, but it can wait if you want a nap.”
“Mmm, that sounds good. Can we do it in the tub? I love when we’re in there together.”
I rubbed her soft skin as she lay there with her eyes closed.
“Bronagh, leanbh, I’d love to soak in the tub together. And that was incredible for me, too. I hope tonight was an alright introduction to some of the things we talked about.”
“Alright? It was fantastic. I enjoyed every bit, other than the pain of the clamps coming off, but the wax helped enough that I can handle it.”
“Good. Now, rest, because soon you and I have a date with the tub, and then it’ll be time for round two. We’re not coming up for anything but food.” I warned her.
“Oh, Lord help us,” she moaned, but she did it with a huge smile on her face.
I decided to close my eyes for a few minutes to recharge. She’d drained me in the best possible way, but I knew I’d recharge quickly.