Chapter Seventeen
The cameras are rolling, even though he hasn’t done anything to me yet. I’m handcuffed to an ‘X’ shaped cross at the end of his bed. He’s on the chair, facing me and practically eye fucking me. He hasn’t touched me at all, yet this seems to be more torturous than the spankings were earlier.
I want to say something, but nothing seems to be the perfect statement for this situation. Should I say ‘please come fuck me?’… or ‘how about will you just touch me?’… because even the slightest brush in the right spot will put me over the top. I’ve been wound up since earlier and this scene doesn’t seem to be helping matters.
He repositions himself in the chair, leaning back and allowing me to see the giant bulge in his pants. He obviously likes what he sees, yet he refuses to do anything about it and frankly that’s making me fucking insane.
I squeeze my legs together hoping to get a little friction where I need it. “Stop.” He scares me.
“I’m not doing anything.” He stands quickly, but walks toward me slowly.
“You have to earn your release with me.”
“What? That’s crazy.”
“Stop talking. I told you not to talk unless you were spoken to… and have you forgotten to address me properly?”
“I’m sorry.”
“I don’t want to hear it. I want you to fix it.” I stop talking and the room goes back to the silent hell it has been since we got back from dinner. When I think he’s not looking, I try to squeeze my legs together once more, but he turns to catch me.
“That’s it. Spread your legs. I’m attaching your legs too.” I don’t know whether to be scared or relieved he’s coming over to tie me up. At least with this he’s going to touch me… I’ll have human contact since it feels awkward as hell being alone while I’m standing here naked.
“Are you trying to make me torture you?”
“You already are.” He raises his eyebrow before he slides his fingers down each of my arms, touching the insides and somehow making them feel like it’s the most sensitive part of my body.
“You have no idea how much torment I could put you through… but that isn’t what I was hoping to get out of this.” He slides the chair across the floor until it’s directly in front of me. I lose sight of him, but hear the dresser drawer open. My mind goes wild trying to imagine what he’s going to do.
“Nipple clamps. You’ll grow to love them, but this first time will be painful.” Without any further warning, he clamps a weighted clip on both of my nipples. Gravity is not my friend in this moment and even my breathing makes me worried that one will fall off and possibly rip flesh off with it. Fuck my life.
“Since you seem to like the vibrating sensation, I think it’s time for a little play.” The sound forces my eyes to flash open and witness another awkward as hell moment to begin. He’s sitting in the chair, leaning in as he holds a vibrator against my clit. “Don’t come.”
A jolt of excitement rushes through my body as if it’s awake for the very first time. I’m quickly clenching every muscle in my body and a slight rotation of my hips allows me to get a little more pressure. I gasp just before he takes the vibrator away, sitting back in his chair to observe me.
“Why are you doing this?” I’m quivering as I try to get some answers out of him.
“Why are you doing this, Sir.” Shit… I forget the fucking Sir part.
This time I’m barely audible when I repeat myself. “Why are you doing this, Sir?”
“Like I said, you will learn to trust me. Once you do, you won’t be able to handle the pleasure I’ll provide for you.” I take a deep breath and feel the pinch getting more intense on each nipple.
“Please let me start over.” It’s the only plea I could come up with. I can’t even comprehend anything else while I’m strung out like this begging for a breath of his to hit me just right and allow me to release this pent up sexual frustration.
“That’s the plan for tomorrow… but this night is long from over.”
“Please.” I begin to beg, even though I’m not sure what I want.
“Please what?” Shit… I was hoping he wouldn’t ask me. I calm my breathing and work to regain the concentration I need to be on top of my game before I respond. I came here knowing this would all be about sex… and sex seems to be a distant reality at this rate.
“Please touch me, Sir.”
“Touch you?” He reaches up to squeeze both of my boobs, somehow managing to miss the clamps in his grip. “Like this.” His kneading like motion does nothing for me. “Or like this.” He removes both clamps, sending a rush of pain straight to the tip of each nipple. He slaps them both, making me cringe until I realize the pleasure pain is indescribable.
“Holy shit.” My body is writhing using every inch of available slack in the restraints as I chase a release.
“Open your mind to me.” I start nodding as if he’s some sort of royalty and I’m ready to give everything to him. My eyes are closed tight while I seem to lose myself in the moment. The vibrating begins again; I tense up the second he touches me with it. My clit was on fire and pulsing before he even began and now I’m about to fucking lose all sense of control.
I start shaking, my arms and legs threatening to give out as I fight to hold back the orgasm that’s wracking through me. “Don’t you fucking come.”
“Please.” I scream and enunciate the ‘e’ for longer than I normally would have as I beg for him to let me.
“Please what?”
“Please, Sir.” He pushes against me harder, making the pressure unbearable against my clit just before he finally allows me the release.
“Come for me.” And that’s all it takes for me to fucking lose all sense of rationality. It’s as if my body was taken over by a demonic being and it’s fighting to get out. I’m trembling and it feels like every part of my body just cramped up tight only to relax right after.
My legs are weak and my eyes are super heavy, even though I don’t want to look at him right now. I don’t want to see what his face will tell me. “Now you know the basics of what I can do for you. Do you think you can handle more?” He holds my face in his hand, making me turn to look at him. “Open your eyes Camille.”
He’s staring at me when I do. The rawness of this moment hits me hard, but I focus on his eyes to pull me through.
He slowly removes the cuffs from my limbs and then carries me to bed, sliding the covers over my limp body. I roll over and instantly fall into a slumber out of sheer exhaustion from this day.