Page 29 of Fearless
“Your safeword is red,” he told her for the second time. “If and when I find your limits, I expect you to use it. Is that clear?”
His grip on her hair vanished, only to return with vindictive force when he swatted her ass, then grabbed.
“Yes, Sir!” she yelped. His hand was huge and hard, and the sheer sting as he squeezed that sting into her clenching flesh consumed her. Her underwear offered no padding and no protection whatsoever against hands like that.
No more than a link of chain separated her wrist cuffs from the straps around her thighs. It was enough to clink as he spun her via her ponytail and backed her until her butt bumped the edge of the table. She had only enough movement to catch it with her captured hands before he forced his knee up between her thighs.
“Spread your legs,” he told her, deliberately bumping his knee up against her mons.
The table behind her became her only source of balance as she obeyed and what she had once viewed as humiliation became something both dark and new as he took his time looking her over. Her pussy hummed, a needy, greedy thing consumed by echoes of his touch.
His eyes when they returned to hers were filled with echoes of their own. Easing closer, he took firm pinching hold of both her nipples. The pressure was nothing but pleasure. Her eyes almost closed again, but his held her spellbound.
“I am…” Noah coaxed, his fingers plucked and tweaked, sultry milking motions that tugged her nipples through her bra. Already tight, they swelled, growing heavy while she fought back the urge to arch, offering them further into his hands.
She shivered. “I am a… a good girl.”
He gave her breast a rewarding upward slap, the briskness making her flesh bounce and her sex clench amid the ribbons of a molten flood that drenched the gusset of her underwear.
“I am…” His fingers returned to her nipples, but the touch was a shade harsher now. The pulling was stronger, the pinching and tweaking bringing her back onto her tiptoes. She could not stop herself arching now. She couldn’t stop the molten flow growing hotter as it swept through the furrow, licking up through her nether lips, her clit now pulsed in heady time with each milking motion of his stern fingers.
She mewed. “I am s-safe… oh!”
He slapped both breasts, leaving her gasping and squirming on her tiptoes before sagging back down again. Her aching nips sought his tightening hold, she all but pushed herself more firmly into his twisting grip. She pressed her lips, but there was no muffling the sheer pleasure of her moan as he pinched, harder now. Hard enough to bring notes of pain into the musical moan of pleasure that broke from deep inside her.
“I’m loved,” she said, without needing prompting.
Three harsh slaps now, first to one breast and then the other, forcing a ragged cry to chase her moan.
“I don’t have to be afraid of anythi-ing!” Her cry escalated sharply higher in pitch when he switched targets and laid three spanking swats every bit as hard as the others, directly upon her unprepared clit. And she could not—would not—shut her legs. She kept them wide, thighs shaking and straining while his hand gentled, fingers tracing the cotton now molded to her like a second skin. He circled in search of that nub of throbbing desire sheltered beneath the cloth.
He kept that barrier between his flesh and hers, but oh how she felt the wanton burn of his caress. He made her legs shake. Her hips rocked, grinding into each circling pass with tiny motions she hardly knew she was making. He brought her right to the brink of collapsing, her legs too weak to hold her up any more, but right as she felt the first tickling spasms that heralded orgasm—the first she’d felt in so very long—he stopped. Kitty was so crushed, she groaned her loss before she could stop herself.
The sound froze all movement, both his and hers. She stared up at him, positive she was about to get her face slapped for daring to criticize.
“Oh really?” His eyes narrowed, but the corners of his mouth curled in devious speculation. He didn’t slap her. He picked the clamps off the table instead.
“Mm!” Kitty rolled her lips tight together again, determined to stay quiet, but there was no biting back her cry as he took a harsh tweaking hold of her right nipple, plucking tight before attaching the clamp. She wished she’d taken her bra off. She regretted the barriers she’d put between them. Not that her bra spared her anything as each alligator clamp took its biting hold on her, but as he took his fingers away again, Kitty found herself missing the intimacy. It was better to be naked. It was better to be vulnerable. It was better to watch her own tender flesh swelling and darkening beneath his expert touch, than it was to suffer this intoxicating mix of hurt and hunger but see only fabric clamped between the jagged teeth.
Attaching a length of thin chain between the two clips, he pulled her back onto tiptoes by her own aching nipples. “Open your mouth,” he ordered. When she obeyed, he pressed the chain between her lips. “Bite.”
She didn’t groan, but it was a near thing. Biting down, she kept firm hold on the chain despite her agonizing nips.
“If you let go of that for any reason other than to say your safeword, there will be consequences and I don’t guarantee that you’ll like any of them.”
Kitty whimpered, not entirely sure she liked this one. Except her clit was throbbing in steady time with the ache in her breasts and that molten, licking sensation still tickled through her labia, proof of her body’s arousal. It was thick in the air now. She could smell it.
Back his hand went, down the length of her body, pausing at her belly to circle her navel, pausing at the elastic waist of her panties to dip inside, playing with the flesh concealed from him, lingering again at her mons while he traced the plumpness of her sex before finding her clit once more. Every sensitive nerve in her was singing for him by the time he began another round of lazy circles.
“Have you any other criticisms you’d like to make regarding my activities?” Noah asked silkenly.
Her thighs began to shake all over again, which made her breasts jiggle and the bites of the twin clamps torturous. She locked her lips, holding the chain taut against her crying nipples, and didn’t say a word. Whimpers didn’t count. No matter how steadily they mewed out of her, it wasn’t words.
He smiled. “I didn’t think so.”
The circles stopped and his fingers took hold of her, pinching her clit and rolling gently back and forth. Plucking at her, the way he had her nipples, while he reached across the table and selected the last clip.
Her mews turned gaspy as he lowered himself to his knees before her. “You know your safeword,” he reminded. Releasing her clit, he opened his mouth, giving her ample time to realize exactly what he intended before he moved in. The heat of his breath against the gusset of her underwear sent her thoughts scattering like birds taking flight. When his mouth fastened unerringly over her clit, she all but lost her grip on the table’s edge.
