Page 43 of Stripping the Sub
“Hold still, beautiful,” he said, placing the clamp on the nipple he’d been pinching.
Ellie sucked in a breath at the harsh bite. He’d chosen a pair with fairly tight springs, so they delivered a lot more pressure than the ones he’d used on her previously.
“Good girl,” he murmured, quickly placing the other one. He attached the light chain to the base of each clamp, keeping it nice and taut. Now, if she moved too much, the chain would press against the bars and increase the pressure on her nipples, which were already turning a nice, dark pink.
She looked down at them and blinked in consternation as she realized what he’d done.
Michael grinned wickedly. “Now I’m going to finish my search. You should probably stay as still as you can.”
Walking back around to her side of the bars, Michael positioned himself behind her and gave her ass a sharp smack.
Ellie jumped and then squealed as her movement made the short chain on her clamps pull tight, stilling immediately as the impact was felt. Her panting breaths as she assimilated the pain had Michael fighting down the urge to speed up the scene. While his cock might want him to hurry along, he wanted as much time with Ellie as he could get. He wanted to make this scene fucking amazing for her.
After all, it was their first scene as a kind-of couple. Hopefully setting the stage for later things to come.
He hooked his fingers under the edge of her skirt and dragged it up over her ass before crouching down behind her, placing the creamy skin of her cheeks right at his eye level. With her legs spread apart, he could actually smell the sweet musk of her arousal, as well as peek between her legs at her glistening pussy. She was soaking wet. Poor pussy wasn’t going to get his attention right away though… in fact, not any time soon at all.
His hands skimmed over the outside of her legs and then back up the inside, until he reached the base of the plug in her ass.
“Hmmm… you seem to be hiding something here…” He teased, gripping the base and twisting it.
She moaned, squirmed, gasped, and stopped as the clamps did their job. Michael slowly pulled the plug out, making her tense and relax as her anus moved over the widest part. His cock ached as he pulled the plug almost all the way out and then pushed it almost all the way back in. Ellie cried out as her muscle was stretched, growing and shrinking as he moved the plug back and forth, fucking her tight little hole with it.
Michael’s own breaths were coming short and fast as he toyed with her and her arousal increased. “You like this, don’t you, Ellie?”
“Yes Michael,” she said immediately, breathless with sexual need. She shivered as he leaned forward and actually sank his teeth into the curve of her ass. Not too hard, but not too gently either. Just enough to leave an impression and making her ass throb from the bite. Michael rather liked seeing his mark on her ass.
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Holy crap, he’d actually just bitten her!
And Ellie had liked it. It was a different kind of pain than she was used to. Sharp but with pressure, aching but without a sting. Her pussy clenched as he twisted the plug, pushing it almost fully into her as it spun, igniting her nerve endings and making it nearly impossible for her to hold still. If it weren’t for the nasty clamps on her nipples, she’d be writhing.
The clamps bit down tightly, new waves of pain throbbing every time she accidentallymoved enough that the chain pulled against the bars in front of her. Ellie had always liked predicament bondage and this was no exception, no matter how her poor nipples protested the abuse. The pain slid through her, mingling with her arousal and excitement and making her pussy ache to be filled.
“OH!” A shudder went through her, from head to toe, as Michael manipulated the plug. Somehow it almost felt like he’d hit her g-spot… like, if there was a backside to her g-spot and he’d moved the plug just right. He did it again, and Ellie moaned, her fingers wrapping around the bars and clinging to try and keep herself from moving too much… or her legs from buckling at the intense sensation.
A warm hand cupped her leg, just underneath her ass, as if he was helping her maintain position, as the plug slid snugly back into its home. Ellie whimpered in disappointmentas her body fizzed and popped with needy pleasure, knowing her orgasm probably wasn’t coming any time soon.
Behind her, she felt Michael’s movement as he stood.
“But you haven’t checked everywhere yet!” she protested, her lower body spasming in agreement. Even though she didn’t think he’d let her cum, she’d wanted his fingers in her pussy… wanted him to touch and stroke her… and, okay, make her cum.
Damn sadist.
Michael just chuckled as he gave her ass a little slap.
“I’ll get to it later,” he said. “Right now, I’d like to reward you for being such a good girl.” Oh, okay. That sounded pretty good. Ellie liked rewards. “What’s your favorite impact implement?”
“A leather strap,” she said immediately. “Or a rubber one. I like the straps. I can take more of the leather than the rubber.” Which was pretty much the case for everyone, so it wouldn’t be a surprise to him.
Leather was more thuddy, while rubber could be utterly demoralizing when wielded harshly. Ellie was already feeling high on endorphins right now, so she could go for either. The initial shock, the lingering burn, the throbbing ache… she wanted it so badly. Pain reached down inside of her, stirring her pleasure, fulfilling her darkest desires, and providing an ache which could last for days.
She could hear Michael moving behind her, but unlike earlier she didn’t feel compelled to look. In fact, she felt completely comfortable, trusting he was getting a strap to whip her with. It was almost like being in a meditative state; waiting for what came next but without any sense of urgency. Just happily existing, already satisfied with knowing satisfaction was coming. She felt so good, so relaxed, so happy… Normally it took her a while to achieve this state of mind during a scene, but right now she was practically singing her joy in her head.
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes…
“What’s your color, Ellie?”
