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“I want you on your back in the middle of the bed. Tonight, Melda, I’m going to use bondage and a lot of toys. Can you handle that?”
Paula swallowed as the questions bombarded her—what toys? Impact play? She fought them all down, but one. “Master, isn’t it too soon to play? Your ribs still ache after a PT session, and your leg isn’t healed completely.”
He chuckled. “As much as I like the way you keep an eye on my recovery, this is for me to decide. To reassure you, my ribs are fine, and my leg is getting stronger every day. Besides, I’mnot going to do the strenuous exercise here tonight…” She filled in the rest of that sentence that trailed off.
Paula closed her eyes and leaned into his caresses. “Yes, Master.”
“Lie down on the bed, face up, my beloved Melda, arms to the side and legs spread.”
She rose and crawled on the bed.
“My beautiful woman, I’m going to punish you for the way you drive.” He reached under the mattress and pulled out the first velcro restraint and bound her right arm. His warm hand landed on her right ankle, adjusting her position and binding it next. “In some ways, you are a very competent driver, but weaving in and out of traffic is a safety factor, and other drivers are not as able. They can’t react as fast as you, and they don’t have your training. You must take that into account.” Her left ankle was next. “You’re right about cell phones being distracting in traffic, and it is against the law to use them, but you’re not a traffic cop.” He ended his round at her left arm and fastened the last cuff around her wrist. “You tried to force people to follow your rules. Today, I’m going to let you experience force.”
She tensed. What was he planning?
“Today on the road, you cursed at seven people for their driving. You’re going to give me seven orgasms to atone for that.”
Orgasms? He was going to punish her with orgasms? Paula bit back a laugh.
Heat started to spread through Paula’s body as Jackson massaged her breasts and kissed her sensitive neck, his soft lips a contrast to the light stubble on his face. Paula tried to arch into his touch but was held back by the restraints.
Jackson moved down her body and blew air over her heated nipples. Her areolas pebbled, and her nipples puckered. Sheliked it when he played with her nipples, but he didn’t touch them, simply massaged the globes.
He continued downward. Oh good, finally, but instead of paying attention to her weeping pussy, he kissed and sucked down her leg, lingering at her knee and ankle.
Forced orgasms? Orgasm denial seemed more like it!
Paula couldn’t hold back a whimper as Jackson trailed kisses up her other leg and stopped at the good part to pepper kisses on her belly while stroking her inner thighs. If she could move a little, she could direct his touch where she wanted him, but he had done a fine job restraining her.
When he settled his mouth over the sensitive spot between her legs, it took all of three licks of his wicked tongue to have her go off like a bullet.
Jackson chuckled against her sex, sending vibrations over her contracting flesh and adding to the sensations. “That was one. My job is going to be very easy, I think.”
She couldn’t have commented on his statement if she wanted because at the same moment he drove his fingers into her slick entrance and massaged her G-spot, making all the muscles in her lower body go taut. He flicked two fingers on the spot, and she swore she could feel the calluses on his trigger finger—it turned her on. Jackson lowered his head and sucked on her clit in time with the rhythm of the fingers inside her, and she went over the edge again.
Her head collapsed against the pillow, and she wondered when she’d lifted it. She felt wonderfully limp and satiated.
Some punishment this was!
She opened her eyes to discover him hovering above her face, his lips close to hers. He swept his tongue over her bottom lip, demanding entrance, and she parted her lips willingly. He plunged in her mouth. He tasted tangy with her arousal and an underlying masculinity that was all Jackson. Her nipples hadsoftened with her orgasm but went back to hard and aching in seconds when he began playing with them.
Jackson ended the kiss and whispered, “Two.”
Something jingled, and it was the only warning she had before something tightened around her right nipple. Her eyes flew open, and she was met with his beautiful blue and focused gaze. The bite grew, and she pulled against the restraints. A throbbing numbness seemed to have a heartbeat connection straight to her pussy. Her left nipple received the same attention, and when that clamp was attached as well, Jackson said, “Look, Melda, how gorgeous you look with jewels.” He put a few pillows under her head so she could see. “Someday, I want to pierce these beauties.” Her nipples had been adorned with clamps from which shiny little gems dangled. Jackson toyed with the small weights, sending sizzles of pleasure through her. She was ready to go again, but Jackson took his time playing with her breasts, her nipples, and the clamps before grabbing a big wand from the nightstand and laying it between her breasts. He reached again and cold liquid drizzled on her hot core.
Lube? She bet she was drenched by now.
When Jackson picked up the powerful wand and it buzzed to life, she let that thought go. When he pressed the wand against her sensitized clit, all coherent thoughts left her brain, and this time she screamed with her orgasm.
Jackson gave her little time to come down from this third one. Before she had her breathing under control, she felt more lube as he rimmed her asshole and pressed something round and small inside her. It felt different from a butt plug, and she wondered what it was. The muscles now used to the intrusion gave way easily, and she welcomed the sensation. Then there was another one, a little bigger. And another after that. What on earth was he doing to her? She was almost accustomed to the feeling when the damn things came buzzing to life.
After the fifth orgasm, Paula couldn’t take it. “Please, Master. No more!” she begged.
“Ah, now you understand, even with something pleasant, being forced isn’t necessarily a good thing, is it? I’m sorry, Melda, but seven it is to complete your punishment.”
Was he really sorry? The gleam in his eyes suggested he was enjoying himself. Jackson paused, evidently waiting for her safeword. Even when driving home a lesson, he always checked her compliance.
“Green, Sir.”
