Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 57270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 57270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
The next evening, I unbutton her blouse and pull it off, and then her bra. I show her the two silver objects on my palm. Nipple clamps. I apply each one, screwing them firmly into place and giving them a small tug so I know they’re secure. I look up and wait a moment, giving her the chance to say orange or red if she needs to. Her expression is slightly pained, but she doesn’t speak.
I’m not finished yet. I take out two small metal weights on thin silver chain, and I hook each one to the clamps. The tips of her nipples are an angry pink.
“Do you want to say anything, Lacey?”
She shakes her head firmly, though her lower lip is caught between her teeth and her gaze is fastened on the other side of the room as if she’s concentrating hard.
“That’s wonderful,” I murmur, tracing her nipples with the tip of a finger. “You just stay there.”
I go back to my desk and continue with my work. I don’t look at her, but I’m totally aware of her. She’s breathing more sharply than normally so it must hurt. Good. Her silent fortitude is like a drug for me. It’s brutish, liking sweet girls in pain, but it fucking makes my dick hard.
When I go back to her ten minutes later, I see her teeth are gritted against the pain and there are tears in her eyes. I don’t release her immediately. I take a good, long look at what she’s enduring for me, knowing that when I release her she’ll be so grateful to me.
I unscrew the clamps and let them fall into my palm, and she gasps in relief, hunching over and burying her face in my shoulder. I palm the back of her neck and rub my fingers over her scalp.
“Good girl. You did beautifully.” Picking her up in my arms I carry her over to the sofa and lay her out along the cushions. I kiss her nipples softly and blow on them, easing some of the redness. Her arms and legs lock around me and she whimpers and pulls me closer, wanting comfort from the asshole who did this to her.
This is the exact state I want her in when she takes my cock, clingy and grateful for my mercy, and completely vulnerable to me. It’s too soon, though, so I slide down to my knees before her, which I’m sure is anathema to some doms. So is the daddy thing and giving cuddles, but that’s bullshit. You can’t be cruel to a girl without showing her sweetness. I like it, too. When Lacey’s endured so much for me, I want to show her how pleased I am. She described my mind as a calm ocean shore early in the morning, and when no one’s got on my nerves that’s more or less right. Doing this with her, though, smooths it to perfection.
I tug her underwear down her legs and spread her open. I lick her pussy slowly and tenderly, incredibly gentle with her now. Using my middle finger, I explore inside of her carefully. She’s slick with arousal, and though she’s tight as hell, I slip into her easily. Then I feel the barrier. I can push past it safely with just one finger, but now I know. Lacey is a virgin. No man’s ever done this to her before, and yet she’s not scared. She trusts me completely. No thought that I might harm her, and that simultaneously breaks my heart and puts it back together again.
I keep my finger where it is, rubbing her swollen g-spot as I lick her clit. Lacey’s eyes are closed, and her fingers twine through my hair. She so deep into subspace when she comes that she forgets where she is and starts to make long, loud moans of pleasure. It’s a shame to dampen them, but I quickly reach up and put a hand over her mouth as I keep licking her. Inside her pussy, I feel her clench on me rhythmically, and my balls spasm with the need to come deep inside of her.
Soon. I’ll make her all mine very soon.
I’m up on the couch with her before she’s very aware of her surroundings, and I pull her into my lap, enjoying her state of near nakedness. All she’s wearing is a skirt, and that’s rucked up around her hips. I get my hand around her cute little ass as she takes deep breaths and comes back to me.
“How was that, not too much pain?”
Lacey pushes her hair back with both her hands. “Oh, god. I forgot my own name for a while there.”
Good. I don’t want her thinking about anything but me when I’m working her over. There’s one thing I’m not pleased about, though. “Lacey, why didn’t you tell me you’re a virgin?”