Page 37 of Little Paper Games
“Watch,” he urged again. With an arm around my waist, he made me relax against him as the video continued. The man had moved the woman to a board of some sort, laying her out and tying her to it with intricate knots. Instead of looking constricting, they looked comfortable somehow. I’d never watched anything like this before. They looked beautiful across her skin.
I noticed Jude’s fingertips making patterns over my thighs as I watched. The man in the video tied a high-powered vibrator to the woman’s pussy and then stood back as he turned it on. The woman arched against the ropes and cried out in bliss.
That… That looked like heaven. My hips wiggled of their own accord, right against Jude’s hardness.
“Good girl,” Jude whispered against the back of my shoulder, his lips buzzing against my skin. I felt overheated.
When the flogger came into view, I tensed.
“She wants it,” Jude reminded, his hands moving up and down my inner thighs as we watched.
“Won’t it hurt?” I asked softly. I knew that this was a thing for some people, but I wasn’t sure I was one of those people.
“In such a good way,” Jude answered huskily. The flogger smacked against the women’s thighs with a snappy thud, and I groaned.
“I don’t understand,” I breathed out, realizing she was actually arching back towards the toy.
“A little pain isn’t bad, Kenna. It can be sweet.” How could pain be sweet? He must have seen the question in my eyes.
“Would you like a little taste?” he asked, his lips kissing up my shoulder to the back of my neck. The place where all my sexual shivers seemed to begin. I couldn’t speak. Watching the couple on the film, Jude’s voice, his touch… It was all so much. I nodded once.
“Good.” His fingers moved up my ribcage, opening my lace robe further before cupping my breasts.
“God, I love seeing my hands on you like this,” he groaned. My eyes met his in the mirror, and we held the connection. My body felt poised for this pain he was going to inflict.
“Relax,” he coaxed against my skin.
His fingers found my nipples and teased them. He quickly grasped both taut peaks, hard, and twisted. The pressure started first, then pain. But it wasn’t like other pain. My eyes popped open wide.
“Just a little more, beautiful. You can take it,” he urged. My breath caught in my throat, and I found myself wanting to take that little bit more he spoke of. The pain wasn’t pain. It was…
It was sweet. As he twisted and then tugged my nipples out, my back arched, and I moaned loudly.
“Let go, Kenna,” he moaned with me.
His cock was rock hard behind me, grinding against the flesh of my ass. He twisted my nipples just a little further, and I felt like I was flying. The pain was there, but he was right. It was sweet. It wasn’t too much, it was good. My back arched. My head fell back against his shoulder.
“Look how wet you are,” he groaned against me. I closed my legs, but he smacked my inner thigh.
“Ow!” I gasped.
“Hush, it’s good pain, isn’t it?” he urged. He wasn’t wrong. It didn’t hurt. The tingling sensation from that little swat moved over my thigh like sweet fire. Straight to my clit. My hips circled and searched for contact.
“What do you want?” he asked softly. His fingers were more insistent, tugging and plucking at my nipples.
Giving them moments of reprieve before twisting and tugging again until I whimpered and moaned. My head swam with want. I couldn’t answer.
I took matters into my own hands, letting one hand move low between my legs. A single fingertip slid between my lips, and I hesitated. My eyes popped back open, finding his in the mirror again.
A moment passed.
He nodded.
My finger swirled over my clit.
Finally.
“Watch.” I could feel his voice more than hear it against my skin. My eyes lifted back to the video, watching the man take the woman. He had her bent over now. Her hair fisted in his hand, yanked back as he fucked her. There was a power in the video I hadn’t experienced before. I found myself wanting to know more.
