Chapter 16
16
Ashley
Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit.
She was doing this. Really doing this.
She was standing in a sex club, in front of a Dom, who looked like he wanted nothing more than to peel her clothes from her body and fuck her in all sorts of nasty, dirty ways. Every part of her body felt so exquisitely sensitive, she could even feel the cool breeze from the air conditioning wafting over her skin.
Had it been easier when she was drunk? Absolutely. Did she want to stop now that she was making a sober, deliberate choice?
Hell, no.
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, hands hanging by her side. She wasn’t sure what to do next. He wanted her to get undressed, but he was standing so close, his gaze burning hot as he looked at her, and she didn’t know if she was supposed to start stripping or what.
“Turn around, pet.”
Fuck. Every time he called her that, her pussy clenched. She wanted to be his pet. His toy. His little slut. His good girl.
Following his order, she got into position and felt the corset shift as he loosened the laces. Ashley sighed as the tight constriction fell away, taking in a deep breath.
“Hands up,” he murmured, brushing her hair to the side and pressing a hot kiss to the back of her neck that made her bite her lip against a moan.
The corset slid up and away, and by the time she dropped her arms, his hands had already slid underneath them and were moving up her stomach to cup her breasts. His mouth returned to the back of her neck, pressing more hot kisses along her skin. She gasped as his fingers closed around her soft breasts, seeking out her nipples to pinch. Arching her back, she could feel his erection throbbing against her ass, and she covered his hands with her own.
“No, put your hands behind my neck,” he ordered.
Ashley whimpered as she complied. The position left her completely open to his fondling, his pinching fingers. The pleasure-pain of having her nipples pinched, pulled, and twisted zinged through her, heating her insides.
With her hands behind his head, he took full advantage, twisting her buds hard enough to make her cry out as he rocked his hips against her ass. Cupping her breasts, he squeezed them hard, soft flesh spilling out from between his fingers. She gasped, shuddered, and leaned back against him for support as her insides pulsed with hot need.
There was no hesitation in his touch, no concern that what he was doing might be too much for her. It was rough and hard, and every part of her being responded to it with pure arousal. This was what she’d been wanting. Craving. This was the rough touch she’d ached for since their encounter at the wedding.
This was the addiction that had taken hold of her body.
“Sir!” She didn’t know what else to call him. Mr. Black would have been hot, but she didn’t want to remind him of who they were to each other. Lincoln felt… too intimate. So she went with the honorific. And somehow, that made her even hotter.
“Yes, pet?” His teeth scraped over her shoulder, and she gasped, her thighs pressing together as heat flooded her pussy. She was dripping so much cream into her underwear, she could feel the wet fabric, uncomfortable and yet arousing.
“Please…” She didn’t know what she was asking for. She just knew she needed relief. Her breasts and nipples were aching, but it wasn’t enough.
“Let go of me and turn around. Keep your fingers laced behind your head.”
Exposed. Vulnerable.
Her heart was pounding in her chest as she turned to face him, her breasts thrust out. Dark-pink and hard, her nipples stood at attention after his ministrations, begging for more, even though what she really needed was his touch on her pussy.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, his gaze sweeping over her. Ashley would have melted into a little puddle in that moment if she could have. “Hold still, pet. I have some jewelry for you.” Bending down, he rummaged through the bag at their feet, before standing with silver clips with little green beads dangling from them in his hands.
“Are those nipple clamps?” Ashley’s eyes widened. “Um, Sir?” She tacked on the last word when he looked up at her, one eyebrow raised, a sadistic smile curving his lips.
“They are. Have you worn nipple clamps before, pet?”
Ashley shook her head. Her mouth had gone dry. They were supposed to hurt, she knew that, and with her nipples already tormented and sensitive, she wasn’t entirely sure what to expect… but she suddenly wanted to know. Even if it did hurt, she would take it for him. She knew that.
Cupping her left breast, he hefted it and ran his thumb over the turgid nipple.
“Your safeword is ‘red’ to stop. ‘Yellow’ if you need me to slow down.” His gaze caught hers. Held it in a hypnotic demand.
Ashley felt like prey caught in a predator’s gaze, unable to look away, even knowing she was about to be devoured.
“Yes, Sir.”
He closed the clamp around her nipple, and Ashley shrieked, going up on her toes. Fuck, that hurt! She started to move her arms, but her hands grabbed hold of each other at the last second. Panting for breath, the initial harsh sting slowly subsided to a duller ache. Tears had sparked in her eyes after she’d closed them without thinking. Opening them, she met his gaze.
“Good girl. I like seeing you take the pain for me.”
His voice was a croon that went down into her core. Her pussy quivered.
“Now the next one.”
Part of her wanted to protest, but the other part of her wanted to be evened out. One nipple throbbing horribly in the confines of the clamp made her feel off balance. Asymmetrical. Leaving one off would be a harsher punishment than the physical pain. The mental torture would drive her nuts.
Sucking in a breath, she managed not to cry out as he clamped her right nipple. Just like the first one, it hurt horribly at first, then her body adjusted. Now both sides hurt, which made her feel a little better.
“Good, pet. These are beautiful.” He stroked his finger over the tip of her nipple, a sensation she felt keenly. The little green beads quivered in the air as she breathed, making the clamps look like kinky earrings on her chest. “I like seeing you in my jewelry. In fact…” He bent over again and pulled a small box out of the bag.
Inside, clearly new, was a small metal butt plug, a green jewel adorning its end, the same color as the beads hanging from her nipples. Ashley’s mouth dropped open. Sure, she’d read enough books to know that was a thing, but for some reason, she hadn’t expected it.
“You can say your safe word, if you want,” he murmured, watching her expression closely as he twisted open the small bottle of lube he’d picked up along with the box. “But I’m going to want to fuck your ass eventually, pet. You should prepare yourself for that.”
“Yes, Sir.” Her ass clenched, but she already knew she was going to give it up to him. Wanted him to take it. Maybe not tonight, but… eventually.
Everything that was happening right now didn’t make her want him less. It was only feeding her new addiction.
“Good girl. Now take off your skirt and underwear, then bend over.”
Once she was completely naked except for the jewels dangling from her nipples, throbbing in their confinement as they hung beneath her, Ashley grabbed her ankles. Her pussy was soaking wet and basically in his face as he knelt behind her.
The metal plug was cold and hard as he pressed it to her tiny opening. She squeaked as it began to push inside. She’d played with that area, sort of, testing it with a finger, but never dared to do more. The plug hadn’t looked all that big, but now that it was being pushed inside her, it felt pretty damn big.
He moved it back and forth, pressing a little deeper and then retreating before pushing it in again, stretching her little opening. The cold metal heated quickly once it was in contact with her body, so it wasn’t quite as uncomfortable as it could have been, but the stretch still made her want to squirm. Her nipples throbbed in counterpoint to the pressure opening up her rear entrance, and she was thoroughly aware of how vulnerable her entire backside was to him.
“There we go.” The plug pushed all the way in, and Ashley gasped, almost rocking forward and losing her balance. As if he sensed the issue, his hand pressed on her lower back, helping her stay in place.
The plug felt odd inside her. Bigger than it had looked and also heavier. The sensation of fullness was both arousing and strange, and her muscles automatically clenched around the toy because it felt slick enough to slip back out at any moment. At which point she would have to die of embarrassment, so she clenched to hold it in place.
Fingers trailed over the curves of her buttocks and around the outside of her pussy, teasing her and making her moan.
“Very good girl. Now, up on your feet. I’m going to flog you a bit before I fuck you.”
He accompanied his words with a short, sharp slap on her ass that made her cry out as the sting sank in.
Fuck yes. Please.