His words triggered something in her and Beth started to shake, her breath catching in her throat as her p*ssy
spasmed. It was almost as if…
As if she were going to come.
Her eyes, which she’d squeezed shut, snapped open. Beth met Master James’s gaze. Even if he hadn’t silenced her with the clothespin on her tongue, she wouldn’t have known what to say, how to explain that she might have been about to orgasm from a combination of the physical pleasure-pain of the clothespin and the emotional pleasure of his domination.
His eyes widened slightly, then narrowed.
With her eyes open she saw him pick up the other clothespin, watch him bring it to her unadorned breast. He plucked her nipple for a few seconds before quickly applying the clothespin.
Beth bit down, teeth making the clothespin dig into her tongue, the ache from that combining with the sharp pain at her breast.
Master James grabbed her, one hand around her neck, the other pressing against her trembling stomach. His touch grounded her, stopped her from shaking apart, at the same time it added another layer to the sensations that washed over her in wave after wave.
Beth was whimpering, a soft helpless sound she couldn’t hide behind closed lips. Her whole body was moving from the force of her labored breaths. Each trembling breath made the clothespins on her breasts dance, and the faint breeze touched the drenched flesh between her legs, which so desperately needed his touch.
His hand at her neck tightened, not enough to cut off her air, but enough that she could not ignore that she was his—owned, possessed, controlled. She suffered because he wanted it. She ached with pleasure because he wanted it.
The hand on her stomach slid up to her breasts, sliding under the clothespins to knead each breast, increasing the circulation and preventing her tightly held nipples from going numb.
“You’re going to come for me. You’re going to come from having those pretty nipples tortured.”
Beth shook her head, skull thumping his thighs. She wasn’t able to come simply because a Dom demanded she do so. Even when it meant disobeying a direct command she hadn’t been able to.
Don’t make me disappoint you.
“You will come. Your body is telling me it’s ready. The only thing standing in the way is your fear, your doubt.”
Knuckles bumped over her nipples, catching the barely exposed tips in an exquisitely precise touch reminiscent of what he’d done to her clit.
“I will not let you fail. I will not let you disobey my command. You will come for me.”
He will not let me disobey.
Though all her experience said otherwise, Beth believed him. Believed that he would make her come, believed that her body would obey him even when her head couldn’t make sense of it.
She stopped worrying, stopped thinking about the rules.
Master James grabbed both clothespins, twisting her nipples a quarter turn. Beth screamed, hips lifting, offering her naked, wet p*ssy
to him even as he caused her such exquisite pain.
When he released the pins, a fresh wave of feeling—no longer distinctly pleasure or pain, but something greater than both—zipped through her. He repeated the motion—twist, release, twist, release—until Beth’s head was thrashing against his lap, pulling against his hold on her neck.
One final time he caught hold of both pins in one hand, grasping them firmly.
“Come for me.”
He jerked both clothespins free. She had only enough time to inhale before shock waves of acute pain danced through her reddened nipples.
But it was sweet, sweet pain. She let out a small sob, her arms tensing with the need to rub the sensitive tips, before an entirely different feeling overcame her.
A dark, pain-fuelled orgasm sank its claws into her. What had been pain a moment ago became pleasure. Her skin was alive, the air brushing over her abused nipples a caress as powerful as if someone had been licking her. Beth’s p*ssy
spasmed, the need to have something filling her, for there to be something inside her for her body to clench around, the only sour note in the song of pleasure Master James had drawn from her body.
With no other physical stimulation, the orgasm faded more quickly than the previous ones, yet this was more intense, because it had come from someplace deep inside her, not just her body but her mind.
Master James pulled the clothespin from her tongue, then gently tilted her head up, massaging the tense muscles at the back of her neck as he did.
Beth curled her upper body forward, tears stinging her eyes, her hands slowly releasing their hold on his legs.
The instant she let go, a wave of fear washed over her, as if she were suddenly alone in rough seas. Turning on the pillow she wedged herself between his legs, wrapping both arms around his right leg and burying her head on his thigh.
His stroked her hair and back, whispering softly as she calmed.