Page 54 of Caging Cessie
CHAPTER 15
Cessie gasped and flinched. As willing as she was, instinct didn’t allow her to hold totally still.
Her master reached up and slapped her left breast.
She was standing in the living room, arms stretched up and out, while her feet were spread wide thanks to a spreader bar attached to the sturdier restraint-type cuffs that were now around her ankles in addition to the anklet-style ones with the jesses. Suspension cuffs hugged her wrists, while the jesses on her arms had once more been moved up to her forearms.
The ropes on her wrists were attached to eyehooks in a beam above her head. She had a good view of the beam, the ropes, and Leon kneeling at her feet thanks to the large mirror now positioned in front of her and slightly to one side.
When he’d opened the door to the cabin she’d been on her knees with the hood on. She wanted to be his Cestrayl. Wanted to eat from his hand and be blindfolded everywhere but the cage.
Instead, he’d opted for the flip side of the visual stimulation coin—instead of seeing nothing, she was now watching a reflection of herself.
Leon once more swiped her clit with a soft, dry cloth, removing the thin layer of arousal fluid. Again, her hips jerked in response to the harsh-seeming touch.
“Hold still,” he commanded.
With a whimper, she obeyed, tightening her leg and abdominal muscles.
He gently pinched and tugged her clit, his grip firm thanks to the lack of slippery fluid. She whimpered but held still.
“Good girl. Now for the clamp.”
Cessie watched in the mirror as he slowly raised one of the belled tweezer clamps from yesterday between her legs. His body blocked her view once he leaned in, so she closed her eyes.
Soft pressure gripped the sides of her clit. Tighter, tighter.
Her hips jerked as she cried out, and the sound of the bells now dangling from her clit—a distinct tone differing from that of the wrist or ankle bells—rang through the cabin.
Leon gave it one gentle tug, then tightened it just a bit more by sliding the catch further up the long legs of the tweezer clamp.
Pain and pleasure slipped through her in equal measure. Cessie floated through the sensations, feeling her heartbeat in her captured clit.
Leon rose and kissed her before gripping her hair and forcing her to arch back. The position thrust her breasts forward and he bent to them.
He took her nipple in his mouth, painting her skin with his tongue before gently gripping with his teeth and pulling. She looked down, watching her skin distend.
He kept pulling, the grip of his teeth not quite a bite, but harder than the clamps yesterday had been. Finally, he pulled too far and her nipple slid from between his teeth, the hard edge compressing her sensitive flesh.
She gasped as pleasure pulsed through her. Her hips jerked as her sex throbbed, and the bells on the clit clamp rang frantically.
Then he repeated the bite and pull with her other breast. She whimpered softly in anticipation of the pain, all the bells ringing when her nipple finally slid free of the prison of his teeth and she jerked reflexively.
“You have such pretty, sensitive breasts.” He stood before her tall and imposing, his gaze on her breasts. He had each nipple gripped between a finger and thumb. “Once we have a playroom at home, I’m going to train you to come from nipple play alone.”
As he rolled and tugged her nipples, each small motion causing a flare of electric pleasure, she had no doubt he could train her body to respond to his touch that way. It was only when she was helplessly humping the air that he released her, sliding around behind her.
“You haven’t come since we got here. You must be desperate to come. Desperate for my cock.”
“Yes, Master, yes.”
“Then beg.” There was no mercy in his words. “Beg me to fuck you.”
“Please fuck me, Master. I need your cock inside me. Your fingers. Anything.”
“Anything?”
Footsteps retreated, but only for a moment. Something clinked softly. Then she heard a glove snapping on and her ass clenched.
