Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Nick
It was taking Avery longer than he’d thought it would to get the clamps—although it wasn’t like he knew where her clamps were. Left alone for a few minutes made him second guess everything.
Not what she wanted—he understood what she wanted—but he worried he wouldn’t be able to give it to her.
He didn’t know what he was doing yet. Hell, they’d only had two classes, and they’d spent one of them talking.
Nick hated feeling like he didn’t know what he was doing, but he didn’t want to let Avery down.
Maybe he should have told her he wanted to wait until class to try anything at all, but the nipple clamps seemed like something he should be able to do. At least, they had when he said it. Given a few minutes to himself, all he could think about was all the ways he might fuck up.
Putting them on wrong. Olivia had explained and demonstrated, and they’d even practiced on some bottle nipples, but that wasn’t the same as a real nipple. A bottle nipple couldn’t say ‘ow’ and let you know t you’d placed the clamp too close to the tip. Which was apparently a very real thing.
You’ll practice on her on Monday.
Yeah, in a supervised class where someone can show me what to do ahead of time.
You’re going to disappoint her if you back out now.
Crap. That was the real problem.
When he heard her returning, he twisted in his seat on the couch, still trying to figure out what he was going to do.
The sight of her short-circuited his brain.
The racing thoughts didn’t grind to a halt.
They flew off the racetrack as if there had been a mass collision that sent everything hurtling through the air.
Seeing her naked wasn’t anything new, but he hadn’t been expecting it. Turning around to see a naked Avery, when he’d been expecting a fully clothed version, sent the blood rushing back to his cock. His deflated erection went from zero to sixty so fast, he felt dizzy.
The seductive smile on her face as she slinked toward him contributed to the appeal. She knew exactly what she was doing and how he was reacting, which was fucking hot. The confidence she wore as easily as she wore clothing was one of the sexiest things about her.
He couldn’t take his eyes off her as she came around the couch. Instead of climbing back into her previous position, she knelt at his feet. Knees apart, back straight, she lifted the hand holding the clamps, which were connected by a little chain.
“Sir.” Her eyes were lowered, but the smile playing on her lips made it clear she was enjoying herself.
Fuck.
That shouldn’t be as hot as it was.
Avery
On her knees, excitement and happiness humming through her veins, Avery could barely keep her breaths even.
Olivia had been right. She’d been so right. Avery was submissive. Kneeling naked at Nick’s feet while she called him Sir and handed him a pair of clamps to use on her… she couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this good. The last time something had felt this right.
Vanilla sex with him hadn’t been bad. Not at all. It had been incredibly good.
But this… this was a different need. A different craving. One that vanilla sex hadn’t satisfied. A need it hadn’t been able to touch, much less fulfill.
“Uh, rise so I can…” Nick waved his empty hand, coughing before speaking again, this time with more authority. “Rise up, Avery.”
Avery pressed her lips together against her amusement.
She didn’t find him any less sexy because of his moment of hesitation.
Witnessing him overcome, hearing the change in his voice as he moved into a more dominant headspace was hot.
Intimate. Something no other woman would get to see, no matter what happened between her and Nick.
Even if they didn’t work out, this time with him, these moments were all hers.
When it came to kink, he was a virgin, and she was so ready to pop his cherry.
A moment of hesitation here or there was nothing but reminders he was new to this.
She was going to thoroughly enjoy watching him come into his own.
Rising onto her knees, she glanced at him questioningly, her hands hanging loosely at her sides. The new position gave him much easier access to her breasts, and he leaned forward, using his free hand to cup one of them.
“When was the last time you used these clamps?”
Avery hesitated. Peeked at him again. His expression hardened, the look in his eyes suspicious.
“Um… Tuesday after you went to work.”
“I see.”
Her hands moved behind her back automatically, responding to the displeased tone of her Dom’s voice. It didn’t take a genius to figure out the reason she’d used the clamps—she’d been masturbating.
The gentle hand caressing her shifted, the fingers closing around her nipple and pinching hard.
Avery moaned as the flash of pain and pleasure shot straight through to her needy core.
Nick had been rough before now, but not so deliberately sadistic, and every part of her body happily responded to the difference.
“Naughty girl.” His voice was low, rough.
Avery closed her eyes, taking in deep breaths as he tugged on her nipple. The desire and pain pulsed through her, making her muscles clench in anticipation.
“No more playing with yourself without permission.”
“Yes, Sir.” The reply was automatic, but the surge of pure pleasure at his command was a rush that came from deep inside, filling her up and sending her soaring.
She’d needed this so badly. She hadn’t realized how badly until this moment when it was finally happening.
Her mind had hidden the problem because it had been too painful to acknowledge.
Another time, she might have been resentful at the command, but now?
Nope. Turned on. One hundred percent turned on.
Not that she should need to ask permission often, considering how high Nick’s libido was. The only reason she had on Tuesday was she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about everything he’d been learning in class. Thinking about what he was going to do to her soon, she had needed her clamps and BOB.
She had a feeling she wouldn’t need BOB for a while after this. If Nick even gave her permission.
The idea he might not sent another fizz of excitement through her.
That was the reaction that occasionally made her question what was wrong with her brain chemistry. She shouldn’t like being told if she could masturbate, right? It was a solitary activity for a reason.
And yet, she did.
Nick
Fuck, he was making this up as he went along, based on a few things that had been said in class, but if Avery noticed, she wasn’t saying anything or reacting negatively.
And the way she looked at him…
Yeah, okay, he was getting why kink could be fun. He didn’t think he’d ever had a woman look at him that way.
It was lust, but it was more than that—lust, trust, anticipation—as though she was hanging on to the edge of her seat, waiting to see what he would do to her next. Waiting for his command. He fucking loved it.
Cupping her breast again, he did his best to keep his expression impassive as his gaze flitted back and forth between watching where he was placing the clamp and keeping an eye on her expression to make sure he wasn’t doing it incorrectly.
Savage satisfaction filled him when she made a small sound in the back of her throat, eyelashes fluttering, her expression reminiscent of Sam’s in class, but so much more.
It felt as if all the blood that had rushed to his dick was pulsing there, making it hard for him to think.
Sliding his fingers along the chain to the other clamp, he used his free hand to pinch her unadorned nipple, making it even harder before placing the clamp on it, closing the rubber tips around her nipple, catching the plump bud in its grip, and crushing it.
When he leaned back to admire his handiwork and the half-lidded expression on Avery’s face as she panted, her lips parted, Nick had to admit he really fucking liked the visual.
The tips of her nipples peeked out from the black rubber surrounding them, pink, swollen, and rapidly darkening. According to Master Law, the clamps cut off circulation, trapping the blood in the nipples, which was why it hurt so much more when they were removed.
Granted, having them put on had hurt a whole hell of a lot, but Avery’s reaction hadn’t been anything like Nick’s. Her expression was pained but also filled with desire, lust, and euphoria he’d never seen. A light in her eyes that hadn’t been there until now.
The difference in their reactions was stark, and his cock was painfully hard at seeing hers.
Her tongue swept over her pink parted lips as her breathing evened out, sending another surge of desire through Nick, and he focused on her open mouth.
Getting to his feet, he quickly shucked his clothing before sitting back down and reaching out to wreathe his fingers through her hair, pulling her head forward.
They’d played a little with oral during foreplay the past couple of weeks, but this was different.
That had been in bed, mutual explorations of each other’s bodies.
This was Avery on her knees, nipples slowly darkening to red while she pleasured him with her mouth.
Worshipped his cock with her tongue, her hands on his thighs, lips sliding down the shaft and swallowing him whole.
“Fuck!” Nick’s head tipped back, falling against the back of the couch. The hot, wet pleasure engulfed him, and his fingers tightened their grip in her hair. She hummed, and the vibrations added to the sensations consuming him.
He felt powerful with Avery on her knees before him, moving her head in time with his hand, giving him her submission.
And it was a gift. Avery was not the woman who allowed someone to boss her around, to control her this way unless she wanted them to.
Knowing that and seeing how much she enjoyed giving up that control and letting him take the lead gave him an understanding into the lifestyle he hadn’t had before.
It wasn’t about forcibly taking control. It was about being offered control willingly, being trusted with it.
Some people might not handle that kind of pressure, but for Nick, the pressure was comfortable.
He thrived in the heat and the stress, energized by it.
Knowing he held the key to Avery’s pleasure, that she wouldn’t self-pleasure without his permission and would happily kneel and pleasure him without expectation of a return…
That kind of trust, that kind of intimacy, was something he’d never experienced, and it was like a drug.
Now, he understood the euphoria he’d seen on her face because he felt it and wanted to share in it.
Pulling her hair, he lifted her head off his cock, tipping her back so he could look into her pleasure-glazed eyes, filled with heat and need.
Her lips were still open, poutier, and swollen from use.
Leaning forward, Nick took them in an aggressive kiss, pulling her toward him and using his other hand to leverage her onto his lap until she was straddling him the same way she had been—only this time, both of them were naked.
“Ride me, Avery. I want to watch you cum on top of me.”
Avery
She didn’t need to be told twice.
Hands on his shoulders, she glanced down briefly to make sure she was in the right spot. His cock was pointing straight up, ready to impale her, his hands on her hips to help her lower onto it. Avery moaned, clenching as she found the tip and slid down.
Being on top was not one of her favorite positions outside of kink, but with someone like Nick, who was controlling her movements, even though she was technically in the power spot, it could be sexy as hell.
Especially because it made his penetration feel so intense.
Her muscles were tighter, clenching around him as she slid down, making him feel even larger than he did in other positions.
Avery was grateful for his hands on her hips, helping control her descent onto his lap.
She moaned, squirming when he filled her, her body sizzling with pleasure.
When he lifted one of his hands from her hip, tugging experimentally at the chain between her clamps, pulling on her nipples, she cried out and clenched around him.
“Ride me, Avery,” he repeated.
Rising, he slid out of her, then she fell down on him again.
Thighs moving, hips circling, she stared down at him while she did as he said.
One hand on her hip, the other pulled and tugged on the chain, sending hot flashes of pain through her nipples.
The pleasure and pain were mingling inside her, merging and pulsing to create a sensation unlike any other.
Nick used the chain to pull her closer, drawing her to him, so he could kiss her. Everything inside of Avery melted.
When his hands slid up to her breasts, cupping and caressing, she whimpered against his lips, then cried out when he opened the clamps and the blood began to circulate in her crushed nipples.
He swallowed her cries as his palms covered the tormented nubs, warming and soothing them as her pulse pounded in her ears.
All the while, she rose and fell on his cock, moving faster and faster, her need driving her toward the peak of ecstasy.
Closing his fingers around her breasts, Nick ended the kiss, squeezing hard, then shifting his grip so he could sweep his thumbs over her highly sensitized nipples.
“Good girl.” His voice was rough, gravelly, and the accolade was the last thing she needed to tip her over the edge.
Crying out, pleasure ripped through her, ecstasy tinged with pain as he manipulated her nipples, making her writhe atop him, grinding down on his lap, her swollen clit throbbing with sweet release.
She felt him jerk inside her, throbbing as each jet of cum spurted, filling her, adding to her rapture as he surged beneath her with his own climax.