His hand, still fisted within her hair, held her. Gods, she thought somewhere in the sane place in her mind, he kissed the horny up so many notches. In the clash of lips and tongues, his had done battle and conquered hers. He nipped -delightfully – up her chin to her ear. That dangerous tongue of his swirled along her outer shell, sometimes the faintest flutter of a touch, sometimes a full-on lick, before sucking and biting on her lobe. She shivered, moaning, as he whispered dirty things in her ear; how it would feel when his tongue slid over her clit, how it would feel when his fingers explored her asshole. When she was a quaking, shivering mess of unbelievable need, he stopped.
“Good slut,” he said absently, patting her head, and releasing her. Sitting slumped between his legs, she barely noticed him rising and stepping over her. The kitchen light flashed on; she heard the sound of him rummaging in her fridge.
The red-hot haze of lust began to fade, and she shivered. Cold now, she wondered what the hell he was doing. Hearing the snick of drawers opening and closing she frowned. He was going through her drawers. And not the panty kind, either. Just about to call out to him, she was forestalled by his grinning reappearance.
“You have a treasure trove in your whatzinit drawer!” His expression was boyishly gleeful.
“What-zin-it,” he enunciated. “You don’t always know ‘what is in it”…but it’s usually something you’ll need at some point.”
“Normal people call that a junk drawer.”
“Yeah? That’s just weird. WE always called it a whatzinit drawer at our house. It’s not junk, Kat. It’s useful and helpful things. Take these for instance.”
He held out his hand, holding two chip clips out for her to see.
“You’re excited about…chip…clips.”
“I’m excited because of all the fun I’m going to have with them.”
“They have almost no spring. They are not…for gawds sake…nipple clamps. I bet I’ll barely even feel a pinch.”
“I know,” he said, his tone filled with humor. “Which is why it was great to find these!”
In his palm lay two thick elastic bands, the kind that holds thick vegetable stalks together at the grocery store.
“So what I do it, I put on a clamp and…well, you know, I think it would be better to show you.”
He knelt down, and lifted her left breast. A quick pinch made her nipple rise, and he quickly fastened on the chip clip. The slightly pointed tip grabbed up her nipple, and left her with a mild sensation.
“Mhmm, see, just a little nip for your nip. Nothing much at all. But now we add this guy.”
First he removed the clip. He folded the elastic twice, then slid it over the front of the clip. Her eyes widened.
“See? We’ve just tightened the clamping ability by about 100%.”
He squeezed the open end of the clip hard, making the tip open, then guided it to her nipple. This time when he released the tabs, she squealed loudly. He smiled, flicking the pinchy device.
“Now,” he continued, “we mustn’t let your other nipple feel neglected.” With a grin he prepared the second clip and fastened that onto her. Her eyes closed as she whimpered again.
She nodded, not trusting herself to speak. Then yelped as his hand grabbed her hair, and began lifting her.
“Up, slut,” he urged, as if the hand tugging tendrils from her scalp wasn’t enough to make her move.
“Ow ouuuw…” she muttered. She stood, swaying just a bit. The clips wiggled and wobbled but did not fall off, despite her ungraceful rise to standing. Already she was feeling that burn that she craved.
“Open,” he said, smacking her leg. Obediently she opened her legs, standing in front of him, her tits jiggling, her pussy shiny with the silver chastity belt.
“Be right back,” he said, before heading back to the kitchen. A silver spatula appeared in the doorway. “Do you know how much this thing hurts?” he called out, waving it in the air.
“Yes,” she replied.
“Okay, good,” he said. More drawers opened, closed. She could feel the need building, burning. “Are you going to take this thing off of me soon?”
“Soon…ish,” came his muffled voice.
“Soonish?” she muttered. “What does that mean, soonish?” Realizing that she wasn’t being very submissive, and definitely not feeling so, she wanted to yell right back at him. But maybe that wasn’t the best of plans, she decided, as she heard a triumphant “yes!” from the the other room. It only took a moment for him to appear, with whatever he’d found, securely wrapped in a towel.
“Don’t you have a toybag?”
“Of course,” he replied, taking her by the arm and leading her forward. “Perfect. Stop.” Once more he tapped at her thighs, before walking behind her. “You have a lovely ass, slut,” he said, but she couldn’t reply as he’d also struck the back of her left thigh with the spatula. The sound it made was a dull *ting*, but she couldn’t speak, could only draw in the breath, her toes curling in the rug. When she came down, she let out a long hissed breath and a muttered ‘fuuuuck’ .
“I love the curve of it,”
*smack* on the other thigh
“and the bounciness of your skin,”
*smack* on the first thigh,
“and the blushy color from my spanking,”
“and I’m sure going to love the adorable bruises from this pancake turner thingy.”
“it’s…aaaaaah! FUCKFUCKFUCK…a spatula, you know?”
“Did you say something slut? No?”
“Can’t speak? I love those sexy whimpers and gasps,”
“it really gets me hard, you know.”
The tremors came, making it hard to stand. There were tears, and panting breath. Her thighs throbbed, her ass where he’d worked his way up and over all the curvy bits. He tugged her head back by her hair, again, and looked at her face.
“aww, poor little slut. Hurts, hmm?”
“yesss,” she whispered.
“I found a lovely wooden spoon. One of the heavy, thick kind. Wanna see?”
“No. I know which one you …”
*smack* between her thighs, hitting metal and skin. She jolted, the shockwaves of the blow awakening her clit, making her even more aroused.
“I smell you.”
His fingers felt all along her, the inner thighs, and the edges of her pussy.
“Pretty hot and moist down here, little girl.”*smack*
She moaned. *smack*
“Who woulda thunk you’d get that turned on by my hitting your metal casing? Hmmm?”
She jumped as he struck her already tender bum.
“One would think that hurt you?” *smack**smack*
“Ppplease take this off and fuck me, Sir, please.”
“What do you mean *smack* OWWWW!”
“What do I mean oww? That means we’re both enjoying this, my dear.”
He spun her around, making her dizzy, and slapped both tits quickly. He hit flesh and the clamps, making her eyes widen as she rose to tiptoes, yelping.
“Your eyes are pleading…are you asking for more?” He slapped again, each tit receiving several fast blows. Her head fell back, her eyes closed as she moaned deep in her throat. His hand grabbed her throat, feeling the vibrations of her pain, then tightened. Striking her again, he drew the pain sounds through his skin, relishing them, feeling his cock stiffen.
He pushed her to her knees then, and unzipped his jeans.
“Good girls get a reward,” he said, as he press her face to where his cock strained for freedom. He grunted as the heat of her mouth closed around him, and slowly pressed himself across her velvet tongue.