Unsure, Tamara shook her head, unable to talk around the lump lodged in her throat. Having knowledge of things such as nipple clamps was one thing; experiencing them firsthand was another. The spanking had started light and enjoyable and ended much harder, yet she found all of it titillating. But the intimacy of lying across his knees and feeling the flat of his hand connecting with her vulnerable backside made that an awesome, desirable experience. Just looking at the metal clamps attached to the strange canister produced a shiver of alarm; not that she feared he’d hurt her, but that she would fail this test.
“Give me a color, Tam.”
The command, delivered in his usual warm, friendly tone held an underlying note of steely insistence. Tamara chose the safest answer. “Yellow, Sir.”
“Good girl. It would have displeased me if you avoided the truth.” Connor dropped the two oval objects attached by a short cord he held in his other hand onto the bench and then opened the clamp on one of the nipple toys. “These are wireless vibrators. They’re perfectly safe but can get intense.” He clipped the clamp on her nipple, the slight pinch more arousing than painful; that was until he tightened it and she yelped. “Breathe through the pain, it’ll settle in a minute. Use yellow again if they become too much for you to handle.”
Tamara sucked in a breath, both to bear down against the discomfort as he attached the other clamp and to bolster her determination to show him she could handle whatever he dished out. Master Connor’s constant, sharp vigilance in watching her with those assessing eyes was as effective at soothing her nerves and warming her heart as when he gave her
a similar look as just Connor, her friend.
A small smile played around his lips as he picked up the other objects off the bench, boosted her up and nudged her shoulders for her to lie back. The clamps and attached tubes tugged on her already pulsing nipples, but when he pressed the buttons on the bottom of the tubes and tiny vibrations encircled her tips, her entire body erupted into a fiery inferno of need.
“Connor!” she cried out without thinking, her hands automatically rising to cover her breasts. A stinging slap on her thigh snagged her breath, the burn working against her ability to hold out as long as possible.
“That’s Master to you and keep quiet unless you need to use a color.” The rebuke lost some of its effect since his grin had spread into a smile wide enough to reveal a flash of straight, white teeth. He reached up and removed her hands, placing them down at her sides before securing each wrist to a strap he wrapped around each thigh. “How does that feel?” he asked, running a finger inside the cuffs, testing the tightness.
Tamara tugged, the yank against her legs feeling strange and arousing at the same time. “It’s fine,” she answered as he pulled off her heels and brought her feet up to lay flat on the end of the bench.
Connor nodded, lifting his eyes to her face as he ran his hands down the insides of her thighs from bent knees to crotch. “Good.” She held her breath as he looked down and used his thumbs to spread her glistening folds.
Embarrassment warred with a suffusion of pleasure. Tamara tried closing her legs, but a pinch to her labia halted her effort. As he reached for the egg-shaped objects, she finally recognized the dual bullet vibrators from her search for a personal toy. Her entire body quaked as he dipped between her buttocks and pressed the lubed egg against her anus.
“Relax and bear down,” he instructed, lifting his gaze to her face once again as he gave a delicate push against her back orifice.
“Easy for you to say,” she muttered.
“Do you wish to say red?”
A pang clutched her abdomen at the look of hopeful expectation on his face, but she refused to let that hurt cut into her resolve to see this night through. After all, it might be the only chance she would get to experience this side of him. “No way.”
“Stubborn to the end.” With a harder push, Connor embedded the small vibrator inside her butt, his other hand never stilling in rubbing the inside of her leg with soothing caresses. He dipped two fingers inside her gaping pussy, his teasing smile returning to loosen his tight lips. “You’re so wet, this one will slide in with no problem.” With a quick thrust, he proved his point, snuggling the larger of the two toys deep inside her vagina.
Tamara squirmed, trying to adjust to the foreign invasions that shifted along her inner muscles as she moved. Spasms of pleasure tickled her insides, surprising her with the strange but arousing sensations erupting in her rectum.
“That was the easy part.” He palmed the remote and flicked the switch, setting up a series of soft pulses that would have sent her flying off the bench if she hadn’t been bound.
“Oh my God,” Tamara groaned, slamming her eyes shut against the rapid rise of arousal and knowing glint in Con’s eyes. The touch of his calloused fingertips along the sensitive skin of her vulva drew a shuddering sigh and she couldn’t keep from lifting against his hand.
“Like that, do you?” he purred in a silky voice. “How about this?” Dipping his thumb inside her pussy, he stroked each side of her clit, tracing the swollen nub with a touch too light to give her the push she both craved and feared.
Biting her lip, Tamara kept her eyes closed despite the desire to catch what Master Connor was thinking on his face as he touched her. The myriad of sensations rolling through her body from her tortured nipples, down to her throbbing pussy and anus and the continued calming brush of his hand along her thigh threw her into a tailspin of rioting emotions. While she hadn’t been celibate the last few years as she pined for Con, nothing could have prepared her for the firestorm of pleasure his touch ignited. Not even the arousal her most vivid, wildest fantasies had unleashed had come close.
Applying a steady pressure against her clit, he rasped in a strained voice that forced her eyes open, “Give me a color, Tam.”
“Green.” Who needed to think when he’d reduced her to a mass of pulsating flesh and hot neediness?
“Shall I see how many times I can make you come?” He pressed harder against the inflamed piece of aching flesh and stopped rubbing her thigh long enough to up the vibrations inside her swollen orifices.
An orgasm hovered, the small contractions preceding the big bang rippling along both vibrators, but she shook her head, bit her lip and tightened her muscles against giving in to the pleasure. This had to go on longer. She needed to wring as much from his attention, from his touch as possible because who knew what mood he would be in tomorrow? “No, I… I can’t,” she begged, her sweat-slick body straining against the bonds and the escalating pleasure.
God, he looked sexy standing between her splayed legs, his hands working on and in her body, his thick, muscled chest and arms taut with his own struggle, his blue eyes smoldering with a flame of lust he couldn’t keep from her. If that was all she could get from him tonight, then she wanted to draw it out for as long as possible.
“I say you can.” Leaning over her damp, quivering body, he continued to toy with her clit and play around the entrance of her pussy while stroking her thigh as he licked over each turgid, throbbing nipple. His voice turned hard and frustration, either with her or himself flashed in his eyes as he looked up and breathed against her trembling mouth, “Now, little one.”
Instead of kissing her, like she yearned for, he delivered a delicious nip to her lower lip, the prick of pain matching the stabbing needles of agony engulfing her nipples as he leaned back, plucked the clamps off without warning and began milking her clit. The sudden, painful cessation of stimulating vibrations and easing of compression shot her off like a rocket, her astonished cry resonating in the surrounding space. Mind-numbing pleasure spiraled through her body, her hips bucking against his marauding fingers as her vaginal and anal walls clutched at the toys still vibrating against them.
Tamara was still catching her breath, still quaking from the small aftershocks rippling through her when Master Connor removed the vibrators and went to one knee, burying his face between her trembling thighs.