“That’s it. If I ask what color you are, you can also say green, which tells me you’re good and I continue what I’m doing. Got it?”
“Yes, sir.”
After checking all the restraints a second time, he stepped back. Displayed for all to see, Bella felt a sense of vulnerability wash over her. But her dom didn’t remain distant. He moved in close, running his hands over her body, tracing all her contours and curves.
“You’re stunning like this,” Dan murmured, his focus on her face, though his hands didn’t stop. “Blue eyes wide, lips pink and glistening from the sweep of your tongue, trembling in anticipation but with just the right amount of uncertainty. You’re beautiful, Bella, but even more so at my mercy.”
A shiver ran down her spine as he caressed her breasts, lightly pinched her nipples then tugged them more firmly. She angled her head away as he trailed wet kisses over her shoulder and the bend of her neck.
The room beyond the ropes faded. The hum of voices, music, and the strident sounds of play melded into white noise. All she could hear was his soothing, deep voice, the weight of his words palpable.
“Under my control, you’ve experienced sexual highs, the breathtaking peaks of erotic pain, and the sting of discipline. Tonight, I’m going to unveil the intense pleasure of a blend of all three. The line between pleasure and pain is faint and can be hard to differentiate, but keep in mind that you always have the power to stop it.”
Her body ached for more of his touch, her heart racing with anticipation as she braced for what would come next.
Dan pushed aside the lace, baring her breasts, then bent and sucked on the peak made taut by his fingers. He drew hard until liquid desire rushed to the achy place between her thighs and she moaned helplessly. When he raised his head, he blew a warm stream of air across the wet bud then circled it with a fingertip.
“Such a beautiful rosy color,” he murmured. “Let’s keep it that way, shall we?”
She wasn’t sure what he meant until a clamp closed around it. The biting pressure made her gasp as tears welled up in her eyes.
“Breathe, Bella. In and out, concentrate only on that until the pain recedes.”
She did as he asked, wanting to please him and be the good girl he so often called her. It wasn’t easy and took several determined breaths before the pain leveled out and she could focus on something else.
“Better?” he asked, hands ceaselessly stroking and soothing.
“Some.”
“Only some? These are adjustable tweezer clamps for beginners.”
On second thought, perhaps it wasn’t a bite but more of a pinch. Although startling initially, it no longer seemed as intense.
“It’s much better now, sir,” she admitted.
“That’s my girl,” he crooned, his warm mouth claiming hers in a lingering kiss. “You’ve got one more to go,” he then said in warning.
This time, she was prepared when the other clamp closed over her nipple, causing a notable but tolerable pressure. Just as she was getting used to the sensation, the clamp sprang to life, vibrating the compressed flesh. The odd sensation quickly became quite nice. However, the contrast between the two sensations, one harsh and one pleasant, was distracting. She couldn’t fully immerse herself in either sensation, which she suspected was how Dan had planned it.
Watching her response, a small smile curved his lips. “How are you doing, beautiful?”
“I’m not entirely sure.”
“Let me put it another way. What color are you, Bella?”
She didn’t hesitate, not even close to asking for a break or to stop. “I’m green, sir.”
“Perfect,” he murmured against her parted lips. “I’ll be back.”
He disappeared from her view but wasn’t gone long. When he returned, he crouched in front of her. She looked down but could only see the thick mop of curls on top of his head. She felt him separate the open lace crotch of the teddy, his fingers warm and light on her pussy. The cold metal that came after, clamping down hard on her outer labia, was the opposite. It hurt a helluva lot more than the nipple clamps.
“Yellow, master,” she gasped.
His head fell back, and he looked up at her. “Too much?” Somehow, he could tell this wasn’t newbie anxiety but genuine pain, and, without waiting for an answer, he said, “I’ll back it off.”
The pinch dialed down from ten to five, instantly.
“How is it now, baby?”