Nipple clamps.
“Are you going to use them on me?” He reaches in and pulls out what looks like a long metal chain with a clamp on either end.
“Yes,” is all he says, before throwing the empty box to the side and coming back to hover over me.
“Been dreaming about using these on you since the first time I had you.” He dips his head low, and pulls my nipple between his teeth for a few seconds before letting it go.
“Holy shit.” I breathe through the light sting. “Is it gonna hurt?” I watch him trail the cool metal over my breasts and around my nipple.
“No, darlin’. It’s gonna feel good. Everything I do to you is gonna feel good.” He clicks his tongue against his teeth as he reaches for my nipple. Squeezing it tightly between his thumb and finger, he uses his free hand to press one of the clamps open then places it over my erect nipple. The smooth metal tingles to begin with as he releases the clamp, letting it squeeze down slowly before slightly tightening it with a small screw on the side.
I draw in a sharp breath through my teeth, the sting unlike anything I’ve ever felt before pushes me out of my comfort zone.
“How’s it feel?” he asks, pulling back to have a better look.
“It stings.” I start to pant, not sure if I’m in pain or highly turned on, and have no idea what I’m talking about.
“Good.” He moves over to my other nipple. Repeating the same actions, he squeezes my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, before slowly and gently releasing the clasp onto my swollen nipple. He fiddles with the tightening screw before resting back.
“Fucking hell, darlin’.” His finger circles my left nipple, trailing it over the clamp, down the metal chain over to my right nipple. “It’s even better in real life.” He leans down and flicks his tongue over my nipple.
His cock grows harder against my stomach, but I can’t give it too much thought. I’m lost in a haze. He repeats the same action back over to my left nipple.
When he’s happy with his work, he slides down my body, trailing soft, wet kisses on my skin. His beard scratches along my stomach, as every inch of me comes alive. Every touch and each breath brings me to the crest of something bigger.
“Spread wider for me, darlin’,” he orders. When he settles his body between my legs, his warm breath dances over my skin. Doing as I’m told, I part my legs, exposing myself to him.
A hiss passes his lips as his eyes settle on my exposed pussy.
“I want you to come on my face. Been thinking about it every day for the last month,” he tells me before running his nose between my legs, breathing me in.
“Oh, God, Beau.” My hips leave the bed as I squirm against him, seeking more friction.
“Ass to the bed or I will tie your feet.” He looks up, his eyes glass over with a new level of power and I drop my ass fast. “Good girl.” He takes his gaze back to my pussy before ever so lightly flicking his tongue over my clit. It’s like it almost didn’t happen.
“More,” I whimper. Forcing my ass to stay on the bed, I pull against my restraints instead.
I’m like a starved woman, just needing to be touched.
“Patience, Mackenzie.” He grins back up at me, and I have to curb my desire to kick him.
“Beau.” I can barely recognize my own voice. My plea sounds pained.
“Trust me, darlin’. This is going to be worth every agonizing second.” He dips his face back between my legs and blows a warm breath over everything except my clit.
Fucker.
I’m so wound up, I don’t know if I can keep it up.
“Please, Beau.” I’m at his mercy and the longer he keeps playing with me, the more my mind starts to daze.
“What do you need, darlin’?” His fingers wrap around my ankle, before slowly sliding up my leg.
“Yes, more. I need more.” His hand rises over my knee, up the inside of my thigh, before slightly grazing my bare lips.
“Ughhh.” I release a pissed-off groan when he doesn’t apply any pressure. His soft chuckle tells me this isn’t going to end any time soon.
“The more you fight this, the more I’m gonna hold this off.” I still my body, and try to clear my mind.
Okay, I can do this. Relax.
I let a slow and deliberate breath out, forcing my body to focus on what he’s doing and not what I need. Every delicate stroke, every almost brush, it’s like every spot he’s not touching is more alive than where he is.
“That’s it, darlin’, let me play you like you were made to be played.” He presses his lips on the inside of my thigh, and carefully guides himself up. His beard draws out the anticipation. Where his lips or tongue don’t touch, the rough hair scrapes, bringing a whole new level of sensation.
“Mmmm.” Pleasure pulls a low moan past my lips as heat blankets me in a heavenly fog. He’s barely touching me, yet I’m certain any minute now, I’m about to come.
“You’re fucking beautiful, Kenz. Lying there tied to my bed. Nipples pulled tight with these clamps.” His fingers slide up over my stomach in a slow leisurely pace and lightly tug on the cord
“Ahhh!” The sharp sting lights a new fire in me, burning a path straight to my clit.
“Relax into it, darlin’.” He tugs a second time, igniting the path over again.
“Please. Oh, God, please.” I arch as he pulls, relaxing when he releases.