Page 85 of Ruined Vows

My eyes pop open to look down to find nipple clamps dangling from my nipples, sparkling rhinestones that glitter in the dim lights of the club. Right when I go to take a breath in, he flicks the bottom of the jewelry and I end up making a sharp gasping noise.

Now my body’s alive with sensation everywhere. It zings back and forth between my clamped nipples, full-of-cock vagina, and heated back where Isaak’s still leaning over me. As he retracts, I immediately lament the withdrawal of his soft chest hair brushing against my back.

But then he’s distracting me again by flicking my nipple clamps. The dangling gemstones tug in a way that makes me bite my bottom lip as my nipples harden and extend beneath the clamp. It hurts, yes, but the nerve sensation is stronger.

And it only gets stronger still when Isaak starts really fucking me again while also putting enough space between us on his outthrusts to reach down and spank my ass.

I all but feel my eyes roll back in my head as pleasure threatens to roll through me in great spasms. Right before it can, though, Isaak pulls out.

I’m so far gone, I can’t even protest.

I might be drooling for all I know. But it doesn’t matter. Because I don’t have to worry about what’s happening now or what comes next. Isaak will take me there. He’ll take care of me.

Oh god, it feels so free to be able to trust someone else besides just myself.

I’ve been so tired. So fucking tired carrying this whole load myself. More tears slip from my eyes as my body gives itself over completely.

There’s a buzzing in my ears as I sink into a deep, dark, safe place.

Something warm starts swatting against my ass. I like how warm and stingy it is. See, I knew I could trust Isaak to take me where we needed to go next.

I continue to cry. Such fresh, cleansing tears.

I’m so loose and free here in the buzzing dark with Isaak’s hands on my body.

All I ever want is Isaak’s hands on my body.

I could stay here always. I never want to go back out there to the cold world. I vaguely remember that there were worries that disturbed me earlier.

But they aren’t here right now. It’s just me and my Isaak here. Just me and my Isaak.

And feeling so good and right and free and easy.

Here in the gooey, blissfulnow.

THIRTY-ONE

ISAAK

I uncuff Kira,and she’s so docile and blissed out, it’s almost like she’s been drugged. It’s just like Marcus said it would be. Which means, holy shit, I really got her there.

I got her to sub space.

Kira’s dreamy eyes drift up to mine and they’re full of such adoration. Whoa. Marcus said to watch out for that, too. He said a sub in this state will do anything you want. Sounds a little dangerous to me. That’s why aftercare is so important, he said, to help bring them back to themselves.

So after I finish uncuffing her, I heft her up into my arms. She cuddles against my chest and makes the most satisfied little noise. Like she’s never been happier anywhere else in the world, even though there are dried tears on her cheeks.

God, it makes me feel like even more of a dick for how I’ve been today. I don’t look at Marcus or anyone else as I take her to one of the aftercare stations in the back. It’s quieter there, so I sit down with her in my lap on one of the deep couches and pull one of the soft blankets over her. Everything is laundered every day, so I know the soft blanket I’m pulling over her is clean.

She’s started shaking against my chest, and I’m not sure if it’s because she’s cold or because of the release of so many endorphins all at once.

“You did so well, beautiful,” I whisper against her forehead. “You were perfect.”

I stroke my fingers through her curling hair and cuddle her to my chest with my other arm underneath the blanket.

This, too, is a first for me. I’m not sure if I’m doing it right.

She doesn’t say anything but just keeps nuzzling her face against my chest.

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