“Please, Dexter, touch me.”
His lips found her neck. “Don’t let go of the tub.”
She nodded. Words had become difficult to form. His kisses continued stoking the flames of the fire inside her. Through his jeans, his erection pressed against her behind. Over and over his lips roamed. No longer foreign, they left a trail of hot coals as she craved more of his touch.
When his nips became bites, she screamed out, “Please…”
“Who do you belong to, Nat?”
He’d said her name. It was almost too much.
“You,” she panted. “I’m all yours.”
“Who’s your king?”
“You, Dexter.”
“Who do you kneel for?”
“Only you.”
Her legs shook as his fingers found her folds. She gasped as one, and then two digits slid inside her. Just as she had with his mouth, she rode his hand, bouncing on the balls of her feet to the rhythm he established. He stoked the fire he’d started, fanning the flames hotter than before. It was as he found her clit that his deep voice confirmed her answer.
“Mine, you’re my Natalie.”
The world spun as she cried out. Fireworks detonated as relief exploded through her system. The pleasure was so intense that it teetered on pain. Her fingers blanched as she rode out the orgasm, her skin covered in perspiration as she came harder than she ever had. Her swollen clit ached as her insides spasmed. Her legs quivered and face fell forward. And then his hands were gone. The sound of his zipper brought her back to reality.
Her breath caught in her chest. Now that she’d come, the idea of him being inside her was terrifying. Yet she’d promised anything.
“Dexter?”
Her hands trembled on the edge of the tub.
“Don’t turn around.”
She closed her eyes. He’d given her what she wanted; now it was time to pay.
As she braced herself for his cock, the bathroom filled with Dexter’s moans. His breathing hastened. Yet he wasn’t inside her.
Natalie longed to turn around, to see what she only heard. Her mind filled with the erotic image of him pumping his erection. She was certain that was what she heard, and then a deep roar vibrated off the walls as warm liquid splashed over her ass and back. It continued as the warmth dripped down her legs.
Nearly two months ago, she’d tensed at his touch. Now his cum coated her skin and all she could do was imagine what it would be like to have seen his hard cock. And then the zipper signaled the end of his pleasure.
“Give me your hand.”
He hadn’t told her to turn around, so she didn’t. She lifted her right hand as he directed her back into the tub.
“One more time,” Dexter said, telling Natalie to lean her head back as he again poured warm water. The memories of that day made her nipples bead as she concentrated on the muscles in his arms, the way they flexed as he rinsed the conditioner from her hair.
Usually, she had her hair trimmed every six weeks. It was overdue, but Dexter liked the way it flowed over her shoulders. Sometimes he’d even braid it. The first time he’d done it, she found the attention intimate. Now when he did it, as with the placing of only one chair, the action frightened and shockingly excited her. It signaled the beginning of a particularly taxing Dexter-time, one that would leave her skin moist with perspiration and possibly bruised.
Today’s Dexter-time had been a braid day. After he’d secured the end, he directed her to the bed. Like a lamb off to slaughter, she willingly obeyed. Whatever he had planned wouldn’t be as bad as it could be if she fought. She’d learned that lesson early in their relationship.
It was funny that in her thoughts she described what they had that way—a relationship. That reasoning helped her cope with the reality.
Once her hands were bound above her head, he removed clamps from his pocket and showed them to her. Lying in the palm of his hand, the shiny silver contraptions looked innocent enough, but she knew the truth.
“Nipples or clit?” he asked.
Her pulse increased. She’d never had a clamp on her clit. What would that feel like? How badly would it hurt when he placed it, and worse, when he removed it?
Dexter’s head shook. “You had a choice.”
“Nipples,” she answered.
He kissed her nose. “You hesitated. You were overthinking. Tell me what you were thinking.” As he spoke he tweaked her nipples, twisting and teasing as they morphed to hard points.
“I was thinking…” It was hard to concentrate as he worked her body, kissing and sucking as her breasts grew heavy. “…about what you said…about the blood coming back.”
“How painful it can be?”
“Yes. I don’t want to use the clamps anywhere.”
“But I do, bug.” He hadn’t used her name since that one afternoon. “And it’s all about pleasing me. You know that I enjoy your pain as much as your pleasure.”
She tugged on her wrist restraints. It wasn’t like she thought she had a choice. “Oh…ouch….” She bit her lip to keep her words from spilling out. Tears filled her eyes as he tightened the clamp around one engorged nipple.
“That’s it.” He leaned down and kissed the tear away. “Your tears are nearly as sweet as your pussy.” He secured the second clamp.
Natalie had learned that if she ignored the pressure, concentrated on something else, the initial pain would subside…until he removed them. He spread her legs, tightening her insides. Maybe he’d let her come. She could concentrate on that.
“No!” Her hips bucked and screams echoed as the clamp tightened over her clit.
Dexter’s lips kissed her folds. “You hesitated. You lost your choice.”
And then his fingers were inside her, working her pussy, bringing more circulation to her clit. The closer the orgasm, the more painful the third clamp became.
How could something feel so good and hurt so much?
“Please, Dexter, don’t make me come.”
“But you like to come.”
Even in the tub, the memory brought moisture back to between her legs. And then Dexter ran his hands over her wet breasts, causing her to flinch.
“Are they still sore?” he asked, pinching the bruised nipple.
“Yes,” she whimpered.
“How’s your clit?”
“It still hurts too.” She couldn’t believe how easily it had become to talk to him, to answer his questions.
“Tell me your thoughts.”
“Before I was remembering today, I was thinking about the time you came behind me.”
His eyes widened. “You were?”
She nodded.
“Go on.”
“You’ve let me come so many times since then, yet you only did that one time. Can I…?” She suddenly felt unsure.
“Can you what?”