15. A Bargain is Made
A Bargain is Made
Sam
She wasn’t sure how Q would react to the offer of being restrained in exchange for clamping her nipples, but his expression lit up with interest. His lips spread in a slow, seductive smile, and he nodded.
A trade for a trade.
Who would really be in control? She wasn’t sure. On the other hand, she wasn’t sure it mattered. One of the things that had been drummed into her head during the classes was there was no one right way to kink. Everyone had to work out what worked for them.
Maybe with her and Q there wouldn’t always need to be a clear person in charge. There were times when she would probably want him to be and times when she would want to be. Right now, she wasn’t feeling the push to dominate strongly enough to reject the clamps.
Especially if she got to cuff him and play with him after.
Dropping the cuffs on the bed, Q picked up the nipple clamps. They were a standard pair with rubber tips, a little screw on each that made them adjustable, and a chain dangling between them. Sam kept them on the tightest setting now, though at the beginning she’d found it too painful.
Now, she liked the painful grip of a tight squeeze, enhancing her pleasure by the contrast. Her nipples tingled at the sight of them, a physiological response from knowing exactly how it was going to feel.
“Offer your breasts to me, pretty girl,” Q said, moving to stand between her knees again. The edges of his lips were still curved into a smile, but his expression had turned more serious, more intense, his gaze hot with lust.
Heat surged through her, washing over her, and Sam straightened, arching her back and thrusting her breasts forward. Her hands cupped the soft mounds, lifting them.
“Yes, Sir,” she said cheekily, even as she obeyed. Q chuckled, apparently amused by her sassy tone.
“Good girl.”
Heat flushed through her and she would have pressed her legs together if he hadn’t been between them. Moaning, Sam closed her eyes as he rubbed his thumb over her right nipple, teasing the little bud to further hardness.
Then the rubber tip of the clamp closed around it, and she hissed with the sharp prick of pain that stabbed through her breast. Somehow having clamps put on her was very different from putting them on herself. It wasn’t that it hurt more, exactly, but the lack of control made it less predictable.
The cold metal of the chain bounced against her stomach as Q moved to her other breast, rubbing his thumb over that nipple before applying the clamp.
The twin points of pain throbbed on her breasts as her tightly compressed nipples protested the treatment, even as her pussy creamed.
The dichotomy of erotic pain—it hurt so good.
“Just as pretty as I thought it would be,” Q murmured, brushing his fingers over the tips of her nipples where they protruded from the clamps.
They were even more sensitive with the clamps on. Gasping, she shuddered and let her head fall back as the sensations went through her. Q tugged on the chain, tormenting her with the pleasure-pain, and making her want to writhe.
Taking a deep, shuddering breath, she opened her eyes and met his gaze. She dropped her hands away from her breasts, letting them fall. The slight bounce made the chain jiggle and tug on her nipples, though with much lighter force than when Q had been pulling.
Lifting her gaze to his, she grinned.
“My turn.”
Q
Flat on his back in the middle of Sam’s bed, Q was perfectly happy lifting his hands so Sam could secure them to her headboard.
First of all, he was curious to see what it would be like to have Sam in control outside of class.
Second, because she’d decided to straddle his chest while she was securing his hands.
He was looking at the undersides of her breasts, watching the hypnotic sway of the chain as it hung from her nipples.
While some of her weight rested on his chest, if she moved a bit farther up, he’d be able to get his mouth on her pussy.
Instead, he couldn’t touch anything with his hands or mouth, but the visual feast was a tease of the highest order.
The already soft leather of the cuffs was lined with even softer fur, adding to the sensations already arousing him.
As soon as she sat back, releasing his wrists, he tugged to test the cuffs. They were tight enough he wouldn’t be able to pull his hands through them, but loose enough that they didn’t hurt or squeeze. No need to worry about losing circulation.
His heart rate kicked up when she wriggled her down, so she was straddling his hips instead of his chest. With her hands planted on either side of his chest, her breasts hung down beneath her, the hard nipples turning darker and darker pink, and the chain between the clamps brushed against his skin, cool on his heated flesh.
Lifting her hips, Sam shifted, so she came down atop his erection.
Q groaned, and his hips surging upward, hands jerking uselessly on his restraints.
The hot weight of her pressing down on his dick sent pure pleasure rocketing through him, and it was a hell of a tease.
The thin fabric separating her pussy from his dick was wetter than before, and with her on top, he could feel her a lot more acutely.
“Fuck, Sam.”
“That’s Ma’am or Mistress Samantha, to you,” she teased, her tone only half-serious.
Moving her hands to the tops of his shoulders, she curled her fingers so she could drag her nails across his skin, from his shoulders over his chest, barely avoiding his sensitive nipples.
Her nails dug in just enough to scrape and sting, but not truly hurt.
His nipples ached from the lack of attention as she went around them rather than touching them.
“Fuck me, Ma’am.” Panting as he tensed underneath her, a shiver went down his spine when her nails dragged over his stomach.
Sam laughed softly, and Q grinned up at her.
She looked fucking hot, straddling him, silvery clamps dangling from her red nipples, curls falling about her shoulders. If in high school, Q knew he’d end up here one day, he would have happily traded away prom night for this moment. However, high school Q hadn’t had this wild imagination.
Sometimes, truth really was stranger than fiction.
“Take off your panties, ma’am.” Though his tone was perfectly respectful, it came out as an order. It didn’t matter that he was restrained on his back, beneath her, and calling her ma’am. He saw her reaction, the way her lips parted on a quick intake of breath, breasts heaving, pupils dilating.
He might be on the bottom, but he could still boss her around as long as she was willing.
“Pretty sure I’m the one in charge,” she said, but even as she said the words, she got to her feet, so she was standing over him. The soft surface of the bed made her wobble a little, and Q spared a moment wondering what it would be like if she fell down atop him.
I would be smothered in boob.
Yup, I volunteer as tribute.
Sam shimmied out of her underwear, which was really just as good as being smothered in boob.
The incredible view of her pussy with her legs spread above his body showed off the glistening folds, wet with her arousal.
She bent her knees, smoothly dropping back down onto them with her thighs pressed against his sides.
Leaning forward, she reached for the drawer.
The stretch of her movement brought the chain between her clamps dangling over his face, and Q took the opportunity to lift his head up, taking the metal firmly between his teeth, and tugging.
Sam gasped, and the hand not reaching for the drawer came down on his shoulder and dug in, making him buck beneath her.
Fluttering her eyelashes, she took a moment to compose herself, then glared down at him, her gaze glancing off where the chain was still between his teeth.
“If I wasn’t so turned on, I might be really pissed off right now,” she said matter-of-factly.
Laughing, Q released the chain, and Sam finished stretching out to grab a condom from the drawer. His cock throbbed in anticipation, but her nipples were looking very dark red, and they’d been in the clamps for a while. As much as he wanted to fuck her, he wanted that taken care of first.
“Take the clamps off, gorgeous girl,” he said, jerking his chin up at them. “Then let me kiss those pretty nipples and make them feel all better.”
Sam paused, condom in her hand, and for a moment, he thought she was going to do exactly as he said… then she shook her head, and her lips curved into a smile.
“You are awfully bossy for being the one tied up.”
He grinned back at her wolfishly, tugging gently on the cuffs.
“Doesn’t hurt to ask for what I want.”
Rocking back onto her heels, Sam’s body pressed down on his groin again as the chain gently tapped against her belly.
Q thrust his hips up, rubbing the underside of his cock along the wet lips of her pussy.
He groaned at the fantastic wet heat that coated the length of his dick.
It was a hot flash of pleasure that promised ecstasy once he was buried inside her.
“I suppose it doesn’t.” She wriggled atop him, grinding on him as she ripped open the condom wrapper. “But I’m the one in charge right now. When you’re on top, you can do things your way.”
Q bit his lip against telling her he was perfectly happy with doing things her way, considering the direction she was going.
She knew her limits better than he did, had taken more of the classes, and knew the dangers of leaving clamps on for too long.
If she felt she was still in the safe zone, he wouldn’t try to convince her otherwise.
Especially during a moment like this when she really was the boss.
Shifting back a little more, Sam placed the condom on the tip of his cock and rolled it down. Feeling her fingers brushing against his shaft, Q groaned and thrust his hips, helping her push the rubber over his length.
When she reached the base, Sam wrapped her fingers around the root of his cock and tilted it toward her pussy.
Q tried to push upward again, his body straining toward hers, but she was holding him in place.
He had to wait as she ran the tip of his cock up and down the folds of her pussy, teasing him, before finally sinking down on him.
The wet heat of her pussy wrapped around him, the muscles clenching, then releasing, massaging his cock as she took him in.
He tugged uselessly at the cuffs again, his body demanding to be free to touch her, to hold her, to tease her the way she was teasing him… but he couldn’t. There was nothing he could do except lie back and let her have her way with him.
It was fucking hot as hell.
Sam
Fuck.
Q was big. Thick enough her fingers barely touched and long enough she was a little worried he might be too big as she sank down atop him. Granted, being on top also made her a little tighter than usual, her muscles tensing as she lowered herself, no matter how wet and ready she was.
Her nipples throbbed in the tight confines of the clamps.
They would need to come off very soon, but she’d wanted to establish that she was currently in charge.
Plus, she liked the feeling of the chain swaying, tugging gently on the tortured buds, while she worked herself up and down on Q’s cock, taking him a little deeper with every stroke.
She moaned and shuddered, her muscles clenching around him as she sank onto him until her swollen pussy lips and clit finally rested against his groin.
It was though she could barely take a breath as her body adjusted.
Squirming, she rubbed her sensitive folds and nub on his body, making him groan and jerk inside her.
Reaching up to her breasts, she opened the clamps and whimpered as the blood rushed into the crushed nubs.
Leaning forward, she let her breasts hang down over Q’s face, shifting the angle so her nipple reached his lips.
Immediately, he opened and sucked the tortured bud into his mouth, his tongue laving over its throbbing surface as it plumped.
The warm heat of his mouth helped soothe some of the sting.
Sam rocked her hips, rubbing herself against him, squeezing his cock, before pulling her nipple free and offering him the other one. When she glanced down, his gaze met hers, hot and full of need. He gave her nipple a final suck before releasing it.
“Fuck me, Sam,” he ordered.
This time, she didn’t protest his bossiness. She was too aroused. Too needy. And she enjoyed hearing him boss her around, even liked that he was restrained, and she was on top when he did it. The exchange of power flowing back and forth between them was ticking all of her boxes.
Pressing her hands to his chest, her thigh muscles flexed, and she rose and fell atop him. Pleasure spiraled through her, the friction of his cock moving inside her pulsing hot waves of need across her body.
“Fuck.” That was no order. It was a hoarse exclamation of passion as Q arched beneath her, his hips thrusting up to meet her fall, filling her over and over again while she rode him.
Leaning forward, she let her oversensitized nipples brush against his chest, the coarse hairs abrading the tiny buds.
The change in position pressed her clit more firmly against his pubic bone, so she rubbed against him every time she fell, grinding her most sensitive bits on his body.
Each new sensation piled atop the previous one, tightening her muscles, pushing her closer and closer to climax.
The sound of metal against wood preceded the creaking of the bed as Q strained beneath her, his groans of pleasure nearly drowning out the other sounds.
Sam pushed down against him, her nipples pressed to his chest, her hips moving as she worked herself back and forth on his cock, rubbing herself against him… using him for her pleasure.
He cried out, his voice filling her ears, as he thrust upward.
She could feel him pulsing inside her, even as her body throbbed around him.
Ecstasy spiraled out of control, bursting inside her and swamping her senses with pure erotic bliss until she collapsed atop him, replete and humming with satisfaction.