it’s been a long long while since I attacked this story…and then the spark reignited in the shower on Thursday morning…so for those of you waiting to see what comes next? Here you go. I’ll hope to wrap up this story before October goes…~nilla~
She served Him.
If not happily, if with a certain amount of sullen compliance, well…who would be happy about having nipples secured to clamps, secured to the collar around her throat?
He’d unhooked her hands, thankfully, though the heavy chain cuffs remained. She wasn’t sure how she would have accomplished the task of feeding Him the tiny tidbits of roast beef, succulent steaming broiled potatoes, glistening green beans with almonds, with her hands pegged behind her back.
Unfortunately He also made her serve the ever-smug Reggie. She just wanted to bite him, and he knew it. He cast her amused glances, tugged her nipple chain a few times and generally pissed her off just by breathing.
But she got through it.
Even more surprising, she got turned on by it. The weight of the chains around her wrist, the firmness of the collar, the pinching pain of the clamps on her tits somehow twisted inside of her until she was aching to be fucked. His voice broke her reverie, as she stood by His side waiting for the next command.
“Time for dessert, slut.”
She wondered what delightful treat He would eat in front of her. With the cock gag firmly in place, she was able to enjoy only the scents of the food He and Reg consumed. Drooling was a constant worry.
He pointed to the small space between his legs and the table. Now what? His fingers worked the clamps, releasing her right nipple. A sudden, sharp slap of pain made her bend over, moaning.
“I know, it hurts more when it comes off. You’ll just have to learn to breathe through it. You’re very pretty in your agony, you know.”
The second clamp came off and she squealed. Oh fuuuuck!
The blood rushing back into her tortured nips was filling them, swelling them, aching with the influx of fluids. She could feel them puckering into fat, painfully hard points. His fingers rolled and massaged them, hurting and soothing simultaneously. Her forehead pressed to his shoulder, her tits hanging down between them, eyes squeezed tight, she was horrified to realize that the drool was leaking from her lips. She’d forgotten! There was too much to remember…drool and pain and…
She refused to admit to how excited she was. How alive. In a week, this stranger had totally changed her. Aroused her and brought her fully aware of every breath she took. His hand slid between her thighs, rubbing her pussy. Shamefully, she could feel her hips rocking, setting a counterpoint to His delicious strokes.
“She’s humping your hand?”
“That she is.”
The men were amused, but she was too lost in sensation to care. Until He stopped. She growled through the gag, drool running freely down her chin. His laughter made her want to pull His ears off!
“Up you go, slut.”
As suddenly as that, she was lifted, tipped back onto the table. He stood between her sprawled thighs, His cock suddenly free of his khaki’s and pushing at her pussy. He took her thighs, pulled her towards Him, impaling her on his shaft until her butt hung just off the edge of the table. He paused as His cock filled her totally, hitting all the right places. Her pussy burned to be used. She felt the throb in her clit, in her throat, and deep under her belly button. She wanted Him. Wanted Him to use her.
“Ask me for your dessert, slut.”
Her eyes implored Him to continue but He held there, making her capitulation complete. Around the gag, she choked out the words, the sound guttural and incoherent.
His smile was that of a wolf, coming upon a fat and juicy rabbit. Hunger flamed in His eyes, fingers bit into her tender skin as He pulled away from her pussy, then slammed back inside her moist hot tunnel. She could hear the sucking wetness as He moved in and out of her, then all rational thought fled as the first wave of release threw her into a senseless abandon. The chains on her cuffs rattled as she grabbed His wrists, urging Him faster, harder, deeper. His thrusts answered that plea, driving into her with an urgency bordering on obsession. His hips bucked, her ass rose, meeting Him. Her hips moved in tiny figure eights, rubbing and squeezing His thickness as she drove up for another orgasmic explosion. She arched, cumming hard, as He pressed into her tender belly, withdrew, then speared her again.
Shaken, shuddering, she felt another ripple of pleasure begin to unfurl, felt His cock barreling into her. His pace increased, and she knew He was close. When He came, she swore she could feel each pulsing explosion as His hot cream filled her.
She must have passed out. When she woke she was on the floor under the table. He’d disappeared somewhere, for she was alone. The gag, collar and cuffs were gone, though the memory of the nipple clamps remained on her tender bits. She felt between her thighs, somewhat amazed at the heat and wetness still there.
“Good, you’re awake. Clean yourself up now, and let’s get to work on the dishes.”
Reg spoke, nudging her with the toe of his sneaker. He dropped a damp cloth onto her leg.
“You can go. I’ll be in the kitchen in a minute,” she grumbled at him.
“I think I’ll just watch and make sure you don’t miss any spots.” His smile gleamed.
“I–you’re a bastard.”
“Yeah. I know.”
His smile was unrepentant. Reaching down, he tweaked one nipple.
“Get a move on girl, He’s got other plans for you tonight and there are a lot of dishes to do.”
Yelping she rose to her feet, slapping his hand away.
“That hurts! Ouch! Cut it out.”
“That’s kind of the point, girl. Clean that. Now.”
He pointed at her pussy. Reluctantly, and avoiding all eye contact, she used the damp towel to clean her pussy, down the crack of her ass, her thighs. He came forward, palmed her.
“Good. All nice and clean.You know, good girls get rewards.” He slipped a sliver of chocolate between her lips. The taste exploded in her mouth. Her belly reminded her just how long it had been since she’d had food. Reg guided her into the kitchen as she moaned in happiness.
“I think I just had a mouthgasm” she muttered.
He laughed, tugging her through the doorway. A plate sat at the island, a smaller version of what He had for dinner. Reggie pushed her towards it.
“Go eat. Then get to those dishes. I’ll be back in an hour.”
She looked at the pile of dishes and plates on the counter. Pots and pans tumbled over the stove top, and in the sink. Reg might have been a damn fine cook…but he was also a master mess maker. She would have sighed at the task ahead of her, but the call of the plate was too strong. Without even looking back at the departing man, she slid onto the stool and lifted the first forkful into her mouth. Eyes closed in ecstasy she chewed happily for a moment. Remembering the task that beckoned behind her, she quickly finished the rest of her meal, and turned reluctantly to the overflowing sink.