Claire Sinclair in bondage

By: GlobeTwo

Chapter 7,

She lost all sense of where she was. Of self. Of anything except the powerful spasms gripping and shaking her until she thought she would fly apart. And then her head snapped back, the chain tightened and the clamps flew off leaving a flood of glorious release. She howled in ecstatic fury.

 

Everything faded to black except this man, his cock inside her, and the uncontrolled riot of sensations that plucked at every nerve and muscle. He held her to him, her body riding his, until the last of the spasms had died away from both of them. Then he eased her back down on the bed, slid carefully from her body.

 

When he pulled the nipple clamps away, he soothed each tortured bud with his mouth through the first surge of pain. Then he lay down on the bed, curling her against his chest while her heartbeat returned to something like normal and her breathing evened out. He caressed her back, her very sore buttocks, and her arm with incredible tenderness.

 

Then he cupped her chin, tilted her head. He turned her to see the other faces waiting. “Who do you want to be next?” he asked.

 

Claire blinked and smiled slyly.

 

The room was thick with silence. Charlie became impatient and ran his fingers into her hair. Three men stood over the bed and their eyes were lust stoked furnaces. Loosing patience completely Charlie tugged on her hair.  “Who’s next?”

 

Claire jutted her chin silently to the man in the middle of the trio. “Andy.” Charlie said and he got off the bed and took a seat so he could watch.

 

Andy moved with the efficient grace of a Olympic athlete; his firm hands were immediate manipulating the girl as if she was his toy. Claire was malleable and passive, letting out tiny sharp grunts and soft mews as his fingers moved her limbs. He arranged her on the bed on her stomach, pillows propped beneath her, turning her head so she could watch him as he admired her nude body.

“I’ve been waiting for this,” he told her. “I know how much it turns you on. As much as it does me.”

Naked, he stood at the side of the bed, fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking it slowly. He smiled when she ran her tongue over her lips.

“I know you want this in your mouth, Claire. And you suck it like the perfect playmate. I think your mouth was made just for my cock. But tonight I have someplace else to put it. Spread your legs.”

He reached between her thighs and probed between the folds of her pussy, making a sound of satisfaction when he found her soaking wet. Drawing his fingers back, he painted her lips with her juices.

“Lick your lips,” he ordered. “See how good you taste.”

 

Obediently, she ran her tongue over the surface of her mouth, loving the heat that danced in Andy’s eyes as he watched her.

He slipped two fingers inside her again, bending over her slightly, his hand still on his erection as he slid his fingers in and out of her wet channel.

“Don’t move, no matter what I do. Stay completely still.”

 

He pulled his fingers out and moved to her clit, stroking, stroking, and Claire had all she could do to hold still. Electricity jolted through her, the first tendrils of the climax stirring deep inside her. Gritting her teeth she forced the pleasure back, dropping into subspace where she cocooned herself in a sensual web.

When Andy moved away, she simply laid on the bed in erotic limbo, waiting for his next move, his next command. She sucked in her breath when she felt the dildo slipping its way into her pussy a little at a time until the tip touched her womb.

 

“Feeling good?’ His voice was thick with lust.

 

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

Fuck me, Sir.

Then his fingers were probing at her bottom, cool gel thick on them, pressing

into her tissues. She sucked in her breath.

“Yes, Claire.” His chuckle was like a sexy tune. “Tonight I’m going to fuck

you in the ass.” He bent over her so his mouth was next to her ear, his breath a warm breeze against her skin. “Oh yeah, you are mine to command. And to give pleasure to. Do you understand?”

 

“Yes, Sir. I do.” Oh, she definitely did. Pleasure swamped her as she realized what he was telling her. She was his, completely, and he was going to anything he wanted with her. This time she didn’t have to be afraid.

 

And she wasn’t, only filled with anticipation and desire.

 

She waited impatiently while he bound her wrists at the small of her back.

Then he was between her thighs, pulling her to her knees, opening the cheeks of her ass, prodding at her tight opening with the head of his cock. Inch by inch, he pushed into her. The dildo in her cunt made everything so much tighter. So much more pleasurable.

And when he placed his hands on her hips and began to move, the coil of her release began unwinding in her body, rising rapidly, and threatening to swamp her. The walls of her pussy fluttered in anticipation, and her nipples ached and throbbed. Her body wanted that orgasm she was forced to deny. She had all she could do not to come at once.

 

Her mind screamed. Not until he tells me.

 

But oh god, he seemed to take forever, every slow glide of his shaft in and out exquisite torture. The pillows balanced her, allowing her to thrust back with her hips. The pleasure was incredibly intense, invading every inch. And she hung there, aroused beyond belief, in playmate space waiting for him to give her permission.

 

In, out, harder, harder, the dildo sliding back and forth with every movement of his cock, until she was sure she couldn’t last another minute. Faster now, harder still. His hands tightened on her hips and his pace increased.

 

Oh, please, Andy, I need to come so badly. Her brain screamed.

 

And he read her mind. “Now, Claire,” he shouted. “Come now. Right now.”

They exploded together, her pussy clutching convulsively at the dildo, his cock pulsing inside her ass. Nothing existed for her except the consuming sensations and this man.

 

This man.

 

On and on it went, hard spasms gripping them as they rocked together. And

then finally, it was done.

He flicked the knot on the rope binding her wrists, freeing them, and collapsed forward, catching his weight on his arms. His heart beat furiously against her back, his breath rasped at her ear. Her own heart was pounding wildly, and she wasn’t sure she’d ever be able to draw a normal breath again.

 

Long moments passed before their bodies went slack and satisfaction wrapped around them. Andy had made no move to withdraw from her body.

 

“You are a great fuck,” he said, as if reading her thoughts. “I could fuck you for the rest of my life.”

 

She sighed. “Me, too.”

 

He kissed her cheek and nudged her head so she could see another man standing by the bed. “I guess Jeff is next.”

 

Jeff watched Claire take in the table he had brought closer to the bed. The surface was cluttered with many straps and manacles, an array of discipline items, and a variety of toys for naughty girls and lads.

 

“You’ll enjoy this,” he said, reassuring her as much as commanding her. “You know what safeword is?”

 

Claire’s eyes were roaming over the leather and metal spread out; each device seemed to have a magnetic pull towards her. She tried to focus on his question. Safeword? She shook her head and her hair danced.

 

“A safeword,” he chuckled. “It’s what you say when it hurts so much you want it to stop.” Claire’s eyes were still on the table full of toys. Her pupils widened as her brain tried to imagine the purpose of some of the stranger shapes. “What’s your safe word?” Andy insisted. He picked up a short thick paddle.

 

“Bunny,” she whispered.

 

“Bunny,” he repeated. Very cute. But you’re not going to use it are you? We’re going all the way.”

 

“All the way,” she repeated. Her eyes followed the paddle as he slapped it rhythmically against his hand.

 

“Good. Real good.” He tossed the paddle onto the bed and pulled her toward him, gripped her face, and licked the entire surface of her lips. Very slowly. Her lips were like satin, smooth and warm. He could spend hours just tasting them. He outlined the edges with his tongue before pressing against the closed seam and thrusting inside.

 

She opened to him willingly, her own tongue dancing with his. Her flavor was better than any bourbon he’d ever tasted, seeping into his system and flowing straight to his cock. His balls ached and his blood pounded as he tilted her head to give him a better angle.

 

And he hadn’t done anything yet but kiss her!

 

Hell. He couldn’t remember the last time, if ever, he’d felt this addicted to a woman. He’d better keep his wits about him or he’d lose the control so essential to this master and slave relationship.

He allowed himself another moment to trail his mouth down the column of her neck and suck on each rosy nipple. Then he forced himself to pull away,fisting his hands to get his breathing under control.

 

Jeff looked at her, flushed, her breasts heaving with each breath, and wondered if he’d ever get enough of her. “Lay face down on the pillows. Spread your arms wide.”

Obediently, she arranged herself as he directed, hernicely rounded ass presented for him. He ran the palm of one hand over each cheek. Squeezing and lightly pinching. Claire raised on her tiptoes and wiggled her ass.

 

“You’re so cute,” he chuckled.

 

He studied her for a moment then brought the flat of his hand down on her skin. She jerked slightly, startled, but made no sound. He smiled at the reddened marks of his fingers on her skin.

 

“I think a little discipline might be in order here.” He bent low and put his mouth next to her ear. “But you enjoy the punishment, don’t you, Claire? The

pain ramps up your desire.” When she didn’t answer him right away, he spanked her again. Then his fingers dipped between her thighs to the folds of her cunt and found them coated with her cream.

Oh, yeah. She definitely was into this. His cock flexed.

 

“Well?” he prompted.

 

“Yes,” she breathed. “I do.”

 

“I can accommodate that.” As he talked to her, his hand smoothed down her back and over her ass again in long slow glides. “I can give you the kind of pain that will bring you incredible pleasure. Last time was just a taste.”

He stood up and looked at her for a long moment. Then he reached to one side of the bed and lifted a leather cuff attached to it. Buckling carefully around one wrist of an outstretched arm, he pulled a similar one from the other side and fastened it in place. Now she was completely immobilized. She could move her legs, but she wasn’t going anywhere and her movement was very restricted.

 

Man, this was definitely going to be good.

 

He studied the display of instruments against the wall, finally deciding on a flat paddle and a crop. His hand itched for the cane, but Claire was so soft and sweet he’d have to work her up to it.

 

Jeff slid the paddle lightly back and forth across her ass, teasing her with the anticipation of its kiss on her body. She shifted her feet again, rising on tiptoe to lift herself to him. His cock throbbed in answer. He would punish her and tease her and then fuck her senseless.

“Ten strokes with the paddle,” he said.

 

Lifting the instrument, he smacked one ass cheek, paused, then smacked the other one. Again. And again. Every stroke of the paddle brought a corresponding pulse to his cock, a tug to his balls. His body was hot but not from exertion. Just the sight of her reddened ass made him want to throw the damn paddle to the side and plunge inside her.

His gaze was locked on the quivering flesh of her buttocks. With each kiss of the leather on her flesh, low moans rolled from deep inside her. After five strokes, she began trying to evade the paddle yet at the same time he understood the sounds she made were as much from arousal as from pain.

 

Eight strokes.

“Ohh,” she cried and danced on her toes, trying to pull away from him, then lifting to him. When he finished with the paddle, he dropped it onto the table and probed her with his fingers again. She was drenched, and Jeff wondered briefly if he could make her come just by disciplining her. Something else to work on.

 

He leaned over her again, brushed her damp hair aside and kissed her cheek streaked with perspiration. Her body still quivered slightly with the aftereffects of the paddling.

“So responsive,” he murmured. “And your ass is such a gorgeous shade of red.”

 

He slid his hand over the flaming skin and thrust his fingers back inside her.

 

Immediately, the walls of her pussy clamped down on them, and he felt tiny spasms ripple through her.

“Don’t come,” he warned. “Not until and unless I tell you to.” He shifted his hand so one finger touched her clit. When he brushed it back and forth, she tensed and whimpered. “If I decided to I would stand here for a long time and tease this puffy bit of flesh and still not let you come. And just to make sure you know who’s in charge I think a little more discipline is in order.”

 

She squeezed her thighs against his arm, still making those delicious little sounds.

He picked up the crop and ran it along the backs of her thighs and the crease where thigh and buttocks met. Then down one leg and up the other. “Let’s see if we can make that beautiful ass even redder.”

 

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