stool, her wrists cuffed overhead, but instead Adam pointed toward the stool. “Lie face up on the stool so your lower back is straddling it. I’m going to lift your legs and strap your ankles to the bar.”
Carly tried to obey, feeling awkward and uncertain as she lay back on the stool. Grasping her ankles and pulling her legs upward, Adam secured them into the cuffs and then hoisted the bar up again. The position wasn’t precisely uncomfortable, as her neck and shoulders rested securely on the stool, but the position left her feeling very vulnerable.
Leaving her alone, he returned a moment later with a hank of rope, which he wound around her wrists, forcing her hands down to her chest, where they rested as if in prayer between her breasts. As it always did, the feel of rope against her skin sent shivers of warm, wet desire moving through Carly’s loins.
Leaving her yet again, Adam came back with a black pair of clover clamps, which he held so she could see. Pinching her nipple between thumb and forefinger, he opened one of the clips and let the rubber-tipped metal pincher close over the distended nipple.
Gripping the other nipple, Adam closed the second pincher over the hard nubbin. Carly winced and let out a breath as she struggled to adjust to the pulse of pain in her breasts. Her nipples throbbed in unison in the tight grip of the clover clamps. A tug on the chain between them made her moan in pain as it caused the clips to tighten even more against her sensitive nipples.
Letting the chain drop, Adam pushed at the ankle cuffs that secured her to the bar overhead, forcing her legs wider to fully expose her cunt. In spite of her predicament and her pain, or partially because of them, she felt her labia swelling in anticipation of his touch. She flashed back to the night before, to the sensual, dominant way he’d taken her over in the car, wresting a powerful orgasm from her that had left her stunned.
The sudden, sharp smack to her spread labia pulled a scream of startled surprise from Carly’s lips. This was followed by a moan as Adam licked his finger and pushed it inside her, curling it in a way that sent a shudder of need through Carly’s frame as he grazed her clit with his palm.
The rope, the clamps, the stroke of his fingers all combined into a powerful erotic sensation that made Carly begin to pant. From her position, she could see no higher than Adam’s crotch, where his erection bobbed so close to her face that if she strained she could have licked the shaft. Not that she dared.
“Go on, slave. Recite the rules.”
The rules, the rules. What rules? Jesus god, that feels so good. He smells so good. My nipples hurt.
Another smack against Carly’s spread cunt, harder than the first, ripped through her nerve endings, making her gasp in pain.
The rules! Say them!
“I will not sit on any furniture,” she began haltingly, and then remembered the rest, “without express permission or direction, oh!” He was doing that amazing thing again with his hand that he’d done in the car.
Concentrate, concentrate .
Taking a deep breath, she willed her brain to reconnect, her vocal chords to function, her mouth to form the words.
“I will ask…” She groaned and gasped as he stroked her toward orgasm. A sharp slap elicited another cry.
“Focus,” Adam admonished from above.
“I will ask,” Carly continued breathlessly, “for permission to eat, oh, oooo…” His fingers were doing an erotic dance over her labia and sliding into her wetness. The pain in her nipples had eased to a dull throb. “Drink, sleep, use the toilet, shower, speak and, oh! Oh, oh, oh!”
“And what, Carly? And what? Tell me.”
The blood was rushing in her ears and pounding in her temples. And what? What was next? Oh god, oh fuck, oh god… His palm ground against her clit, his fingers moving inside her like a cock. He was standing close, so close his erection brushed against her body. She could smell his musk and her
Carly tried to obey, feeling awkward and uncertain as she lay back on the stool. Grasping her ankles and pulling her legs upward, Adam secured them into the cuffs and then hoisted the bar up again. The position wasn’t precisely uncomfortable, as her neck and shoulders rested securely on the stool, but the position left her feeling very vulnerable.
Leaving her alone, he returned a moment later with a hank of rope, which he wound around her wrists, forcing her hands down to her chest, where they rested as if in prayer between her breasts. As it always did, the feel of rope against her skin sent shivers of warm, wet desire moving through Carly’s loins.
Leaving her yet again, Adam came back with a black pair of clover clamps, which he held so she could see. Pinching her nipple between thumb and forefinger, he opened one of the clips and let the rubber-tipped metal pincher close over the distended nipple.
Gripping the other nipple, Adam closed the second pincher over the hard nubbin. Carly winced and let out a breath as she struggled to adjust to the pulse of pain in her breasts. Her nipples throbbed in unison in the tight grip of the clover clamps. A tug on the chain between them made her moan in pain as it caused the clips to tighten even more against her sensitive nipples.
Letting the chain drop, Adam pushed at the ankle cuffs that secured her to the bar overhead, forcing her legs wider to fully expose her cunt. In spite of her predicament and her pain, or partially because of them, she felt her labia swelling in anticipation of his touch. She flashed back to the night before, to the sensual, dominant way he’d taken her over in the car, wresting a powerful orgasm from her that had left her stunned.
The sudden, sharp smack to her spread labia pulled a scream of startled surprise from Carly’s lips. This was followed by a moan as Adam licked his finger and pushed it inside her, curling it in a way that sent a shudder of need through Carly’s frame as he grazed her clit with his palm.
The rope, the clamps, the stroke of his fingers all combined into a powerful erotic sensation that made Carly begin to pant. From her position, she could see no higher than Adam’s crotch, where his erection bobbed so close to her face that if she strained she could have licked the shaft. Not that she dared.
“Go on, slave. Recite the rules.”
The rules, the rules. What rules? Jesus god, that feels so good. He smells so good. My nipples hurt.
Another smack against Carly’s spread cunt, harder than the first, ripped through her nerve endings, making her gasp in pain.
The rules! Say them!
“I will not sit on any furniture,” she began haltingly, and then remembered the rest, “without express permission or direction, oh!” He was doing that amazing thing again with his hand that he’d done in the car.
Concentrate, concentrate .
Taking a deep breath, she willed her brain to reconnect, her vocal chords to function, her mouth to form the words.
“I will ask…” She groaned and gasped as he stroked her toward orgasm. A sharp slap elicited another cry.
“Focus,” Adam admonished from above.
“I will ask,” Carly continued breathlessly, “for permission to eat, oh, oooo…” His fingers were doing an erotic dance over her labia and sliding into her wetness. The pain in her nipples had eased to a dull throb. “Drink, sleep, use the toilet, shower, speak and, oh! Oh, oh, oh!”
“And what, Carly? And what? Tell me.”
The blood was rushing in her ears and pounding in her temples. And what? What was next? Oh god, oh fuck, oh god… His palm ground against her clit, his fingers moving inside her like a cock. He was standing close, so close his erection brushed against her body. She could smell his musk and her
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