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The haze cleared from Simon’s eyes when I brought out the nipple clamps, replaced for a second by fear. Emotions of all sorts continued to flit across his face as I fastened one clamp, then the other onto his sweet, pink nipples.

Simon let out a groan of pain with each one, but as soon as they were in place, I took a step back and upped the intensity of the plug using the remote in my robe pocket. He gasped and jerked, and then the real show began.

I would have bet just about anything that Simon had never experienced the war of pleasure and pain in his body before. This was his first fantasy, and I’d long since decided he’d never played outside of a fantasy. Watching him flinch and moan and strugglefor the very first time as his senses overloaded was the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

I added to all of that by stepping forward to place my hand under his hole, like it was a soap dispenser, and letting the slick that poured out of him fill my palm. Then I stepped back, thrilled at the way his slick continued to drip down in a long, viscous stream, and used his fluid like lube as I stroked my cock.

“Mmm,” I hummed, leaning back against the back of the nearby sofa. “Gorgeous.”

I spread my legs and stroked my length slowly with one hand and handled my balls with the other. Simon’s gaze dropped to watch me, and even though it wasn’t technically part of his order to look at me at all times, it was what I wanted.

“See how thick and hard you’ve made my cock?” I teased him with words. “Do you remember what it feels like inside of you? Do you remember how much it stretches you? Can you imagine what my fat, hot demanding cock would feel like slamming against the mouth of your womb, omega?”

Simon let out a moan, and I could tell the pleasure of my words was joining with that of the plug to override the pain of the clamps.

“Do you want me to breed you, omega?” I asked. “How about I hold you down and fuck you so hard that I force your womb to accept me and my seed?”

“Yes, Master,” Simon panted, fresh tears making lines through the sticky slick on his face. “Yes, please.”

“Mmm, don’t tempt me.”

I stopped stroking myself long enough to get up and move around to the cabinet again. Simon groaned as he lost sight of me. I had the feeling that made the pain creep up a little higher than his pleasure.

I had more of that for him as I took one of the canes from the cabinet, then stepped up behind him and smacked it hard over his ass, leaving an angry, red line in its wake.

Simon cried out and panted heavily, but I stepped in front of him and gave his dick a few strokes, using his slick as lube. That made him shiver and whimper.

“Good boy,” I said, taking more of his slick and resuming my place at the back of the sofa to watch him. I tucked the cane into the sofa’s cushions vertically, then resumed pleasuring myself while I watched him. “So good. Such a gorgeous, filthy, sweet omega.”

Simon whined as his senses and mind became overwhelmed again. I kept a sharp eye on his cock as a gauge of his arousal, but I could also feel it deep within me.

It occurred to me as I got closer to my own orgasm that Simon could feel my pleasure as well as his own. That was a new and exciting possibility. Maybe if we were fully bonded, I could clamp and cane and hurt him to the edge of his limits, then pleasure myself and have him feeling everything until he nearly lost his mind with it.

And if that didn’t make me a sadistic bastard, I didn’t know what would.

The twinge of guilt over wanting to torture Simon that way, even though he would probably love it, signaled to me that it was time to bring things to an end for the night.

“I could look at you like this all night,” I growled through my pleasure, stroking myself furiously as Simon wept and dripped and moaned. “But I want to feel my amazing slave as well as look at you.”

I pushed off from the sofa and walked up to Simon, resting a hand on his stomach. With one hand, I grabbed his jaw and forced his head up so that I could kiss him, thrusting my tongue into his mouth. Simon sighed with acceptance and let me takewhatever I wanted from him. With my other hand, I tugged the chain connecting the nipple clamps. Simon cried out with pain in my mouth.

We were definitely deep, deep into this fantasy. I bent to remove the spreader bar from between his legs and unhooked his wrist restraints. It felt real and vibrant when I carried him over to the curving, leather lounge and threw him forward over the tall end so that his hole was right at the level of my hips.

Simon cried out when I pulled the plug from his hole, then again when I shoved my cock in hard before his muscles could close his hole up again. He kept crying out with every thrust as I pounded into him, concerned only for my own pleasure, but knowing that doing so absolutely scratched the deepest inch in him.

I came with a roar, pumping so much cum that it seeped around the sides of my cock as I pistoned into him. I wouldn’t have blamed Simon at all if he came without permission, but somehow, he didn’t.

That deserved a reward, and as the last of my orgasm faded, I grasped him around the middle and pulled him toward me, bowing his body so that I could reach around and stroke his cock.

“Come,” I ordered him as I fisted him hard and fast.

Simon obeyed immediately, shooting streams of cum over the black leather, his whole body convulsing with each jet. It was a gorgeous sight to see, and I thrust my satisfied cock inside him a few times, prolonging his pleasure.

When it was all over, Simon collapsed in my arms, so spent that his eyes rolled back and he either passed out or fell asleep. I smiled, so proud of him for letting himself feel everything so acutely. He was right. It was hard to submit so thoroughly, but he’d done it, and we’d both reaped the rewards.

CHAPTER NINE

Simon

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