Chapter 10
Chapter Ten
Rae
Seated in front of Brian, his hand cupping her chin, Rae felt small and vulnerable in the best way possible. Because he also made her feel safe. Protected. Like she could be vulnerable. Which was part of why he was so dangerous to her, but at this moment, she appreciated it.
They’d clearly laid out the boundaries—they both knew this was just for tonight, and he knew she wasn’t going to call him ‘Daddy’—so she could relax and enjoy.
Well, mostly relax. The alcove meant they didn’t have total privacy.
On the other hand, unless someone actually came in, they were unseen, and all of their friends were currently preoccupied.
And once they were done in there, they could go back out to the regular Dungeon.
If they both went all the way back to the villas, there was always the chance of being seen coming or going.
This way, they were around. However, the thought of either her or Brian having to dive through greenery and out to the beach in order to avoid discovery would have made her giggle if she wasn’t too preoccupied with squirming under his firm gaze.
“You don’t like my present?” he asked, sweeping his thumb across her lower lip again, his eyes darkening. She wondered if he was remembering having his cock there.
“I don’t like the way your present is being used. Sir.” There was seriously something wrong with her, getting sassy at a time like this instead of being sweet so he’d give her an orgasm. Yet, as usual, her mouth got away from her.
She just had to push, push, push, just to see what happened.
Though, granted, a lot of the time, what happened was also something she liked, even if it did delay her orgasm.
But every once in a while, it might be nice to be able to keep her mouth under control.
Just so she could get what she wanted a little sooner.
Or to keep herself out of trouble when she didn’t really want to experience the consequences.
“Well, then. You don’t have to use it.” His smile widened as she groaned when he reached into his pocket. The buzzing hum between her legs disappeared, leaving her squirming again as her clit cried out in protest.
Yup, she’d just had to test him, hadn’t she?
Her orgasm was looking further away than ever. Rae did her best not to whimper, not wanting him to know just how much he was getting to her. Sometimes, it felt like he saw her a little too clearly as it was.
“Up, babygirl, I want you bent over the spanking bench so I can spank that pretty ass. See if I can’t spank some of that sass out of you.”
“As if that’s ever worked,” she muttered, even as she moved. Then yelped when his hand came down on her outer thigh—more out of surprise than pain, as the sting wasn’t too bad. She just hadn’t been expecting it.
“I’ll just have to try harder tonight, then.
” He raised his eyebrow at her, his gaze considering.
“Stop, stand there.” The order came just as she was about to turn away, and Rae froze.
Brian tilted his head at her, still considering, then spun in a slow circle, looking at everything the alcove had to offer.
There was a wall where implements were hanging, most of them wooden, and several cabinets.
Brian walked over to one of those as she watched, nervously wondering why he’d changed his mind.
However, she didn’t think he’d changed his mind about spanking her, just possibly about the order he was going to do things.
The waiting made her nervous even as it turned her on, just like it had before.
Her gaze kept skipping around to all the possibilities, wondering which one he was going to choose, imagining what each of them would be like.
Unlike before, her arousal was already highly primed after being teased with the vibrator for so long.
It hadn’t quite been edging since he’d never let her get anywhere near orgasm before backing off, but…
something close. She wasn’t sure there was a name for it.
Teasing. Tormenting. Torturing.
“Strip.”
Rae jumped at the order. She hadn’t realized she’d gotten lost in her own little world of thoughts. Now Brian was facing her, holding something in his hand that dangled with very thin chains.
Nipple clamps.
Her tiny buds puckered in anticipation.
“Even the panties?” she asked as she began to slide her dress off, revealing her breasts and hard nipples, now aching from the slight stimulation of fabric brushing against them.
“Especially the panties.”
No more vibrator, then. She didn’t know if she was relieved or disappointed. Maybe a little of both.
Hooking her thumbs into the underwear, she pushed them down her hips, letting them drop to the floor with the tiniest thud as the vibrator inside landed.
Her clit felt extra sensitive against the night air, the slight breeze blowing coolly against her wet, swollen folds, despite the lingering warmth from the day.
“Good girl. Now, I’ve got something else for you to wear.”
Her nipples budded even more tightly at his approach, her breasts lifting with each of her breaths. The little nubs tingled, and she resisted the urge to squirm again as he hefted one breast in his hand.
“Such pretty little nipples. They deserve some decoration.” Brian’s thumb swept over the hard bud, his fingers gripping her breast, and she wanted to moan at the firm touch. It was just enough to set all her senses ablaze but not enough to hurt.
Lifting the clamp to her nipple, he closed it around the base of the bud.
He was using rubber-tipped tweezer clamps, and he pushed the ring around the tweezers close enough to her nipple that she cried out at the sharp ache.
Tweezer clamps were hardly harsh as clamps went, but they could still pack a bite—especially when she was as sensitive as she was feeling right now, and he’d applied the clamp so quickly.
She’d barely panted through the initial sharp wave of pain before he was applying the other, leaving her nipples as twin pulsing points of erotic stimulation on her chest. When he brushed his fingers over the tips, Rae moaned and arched her back, thrusting them out at him.
“Very pretty. Now, spread your legs for me, babygirl.” Brian crouched down in front of her. Rae was so distracted by the twin sensations, her body adjusting to the tight pinch on her nipples, she didn’t realize at first that there was another cool chain brushing against her stomach.
Not until that same burst of pain, that same pinch, hit her clit.
It hadn’t been two clamps—it was three.
Fucker.
“Oh, God…” She swayed. Firm hands gripped her hips, holding her in place so she didn’t fall over. The movement pulled at her nipples and clit as the chain bounced slightly.
“Turn around.” Still crouched in front of her, Brian used his hands to move her around the way he wanted. “Bend over and put your hands on the bench.”
She moaned, shuddering, as the movement of bending forward made her breasts sway, which pulled on the chain, which tugged on her poor, tortured clit.
The little bud was going to be so sore by the end of this.
Her head hung down, her hair brushing against the insides of her arms as she panted, trying to adjust to all the new sensations coursing through her.
Digging her fingers into the leather of the bench, she rocked slightly on the balls of her feet, trying to adjust.
Brian didn’t give her much time to get used to it.
He had obviously gotten to his feet because the next thing she knew, his hand was coming down on her ass.
Hard. Hard enough to make her jerk forward—which meant her breasts moved, which meant the chain moved, and everything tugged again.
It wasn’t just the sharp smack that hurt—it was everything.
The effects of that one smack rippled through her, making her cry out, her nipples and clit throbbing in response.
Again, he didn’t give her time to recover before his hand came down again.
Her toes tried to curl as pain and pleasure pulsed through her in equal measure. The clamps hurt, but they also felt good, the tugging stimulating her even as it made her want to whimper. The spanking also made her want to whimper in an entirely different way.
His hand came down again and again, with the same effect each time, making her pant and moan, going up on her toes as her body struggled to deal with the assault on her senses.
The skin of her ass was turning hot, though somehow, that made each new smack easier to deal with.
The tugging on her nipples and clit was pulling her closer and closer to orgasm,
“Still feeling sassy, babygirl?” he asked, running his hand over her roasted cheeks.
“I’m not not feeling sassy,” she replied, with as much energy as she could. The truth was, she wasn’t feeling sassy; she just wished she was. He really had spanked it out of her, as much as she didn’t want to admit it.
Brian just chuckled in response, his hands still running over her bottom, then up to her hips.
“I guess I’ll have to see if an orgasm or two will do it then.” The sound of a condom wrapper opening crinkled behind her, and Rae shivered in anticipation.
Yes, please, Sir.
“You think you can fuck my sass out of me?” Yes, that was a challenge. One she already knew he was going to meet.
“I’m certainly going to try.” His hand smacked down on her ass again, making her rock forward with a little cry as the chain and clamps went to work…
and when she rocked back into place, his dick was there waiting for her.
Rae cried out again as he thrust in, his hands wrapping around her hips to hold her, the thick length of his cock pushing in deep with one hard thrust. She was soaking wet.
Between her own juices and the lubricant on the condom, he had no problem burying himself inside her.