Claire Sinclair in bondage

By: GlobeTwo

Chapter 8,

With the first blow from the paddle, Claire had tumbled into the familiar embrace of erotic agony, confident that Jeff would not abuse the trust she gave him. Her entire ass was on fire, the heat radiating into her pussy, her thighs, and her very swollen clit. Oh, god, when he rubbed her clit the way he did, she had to bite down hard on her lip not to lose control. Jeff knew exactly how to administer discipline, to create the right level of pain for maximum arousal.

Her nipples were like hard diamonds and her pussy throbbed, cream wetting her thighs. She wanted his cock inside her so badly she was ready to beg for it.

Please fuck me, please fuck me, please fuck me.

But she knew that the wait would be worth it. And the discipline only increased the anticipation.

When she felt the hard length of the crop skating over her skin, her entire body clenched.

 

Yes. Jeff was apparently a master at punishment, administering just the right amount of pain for the maximum amount of pleasure. It had been so long.

So long since she’d been in this erotic no man’s land of total bliss. The remembered caress of the pain, the throbbing of every pulse point in response…

Yes. This is what she’d missed.

The hard length of the crop came down on her ass with a sharp bite, and a corresponding gush of arousal flooded her pussy. The next stroke and the next. One burning cheek, then the other. There was no rhythm, no cadence, so she couldn’t even anticipate when the next one might fall.

And over it all, the insistent pulsing waves in her cunt.

 

“Ten strokes,” he announced again. “Two more to go.”

 

Whack! Whack!

Oh, god, she was on fire everywhere.

His mouth touched her ass, scorching her as he trailed kisses over the tormented flesh. Then his tongue, a soothing swipe on one side then the other.

 

His hands slid across her buttocks, up her back, and down her outstretched arms.

 

“Real good, Claire,” he murmured, his breath warm against her ear. “I think I’ll give you a little reward.”

 

Oh, yes, thank you, thank you. Anything.

 

He released the cuffs on her wrists and massaged each arm slowly before turning her over and lifting her so she was sitting on the edge of the bed. His gaze raked over her body.

“You have the most gorgeous breasts.” Lust thickened his voice.

 

He cupped the mounds in his hands, bent his head, and pulled one nipple deep into his mouth. Claire had to fight against the wave of desire that surged through her. She wanted to run her fingers through his thick hair, but he hadn’t given her permission to do anything but sit the way he’d placed her, so she balanced on her palms and prayed for control.

 

He took a long time with her nipples, first one then the other. When at last he lifted his head, he slid his hands over her hips to her ass and pinched the still burning cheeks.

 

“Red’s a good color for you,” he teased. “Don’t move. Stay just like that. And look directly at my eyes.” He stood before her naked, she couldn’t stop herself from dropping her gaze to take him in. His magnificent cock rose thick and straight from his body, the heavy sac of his balls hanging below it against his thighs.

“I thought I told you to keep your eyes locked with mine. Bad, bad girl. Do you need another punishment session?”

 

“I-I’m sorry, Sir. It’s just…” She clenched her fists.

 

His smile was sensuous, and a wicked gleam shone in his eyes. “I’ll forgive you this time. But only because you’re so good for my ego.” He stepped forward and moved her slightly back on the bed. “For the last couple of hours, all I could think about was how your mouth felt on my cock. It pushed everything else from my mind.”

He stood between her legs, holding his shaft, lightly stroking up and down.

 

“Th-thank you, Sir.”

 

“I want you to do it again, Claire. But now I don’t want to come in

your mouth. Now I’m going to fuck your cunt. But because you took your discipline so well I’m going to let you come twice.” He stroked her cheek gently, rubbed his thumb across her lower lip, then spread her thighs wide. “Sit just like that.”

She watched as he stepped to the table, studied the items on it, and returned with a dildo in one hand and a set of clamps in the other.

“These will look great on your nipples,” he purred, placing the dildo beside her. He pulled each nipple in turn, rolling and tugging before tightening the little gold vises on each one.

 

Claire bit her lip as the first streaks of pain shot through her breasts, then sighed as the pleasure overrode it.

 

He nudged her onto her back, picked up the dildo, and eased it into her very drenched pussy. She sucked in a breath at the sensation, glad to have something, anything, filling her.

 

“Here’s how it goes,” he said, pulling her upright again. “I’m going to turn this on, and while it does its work, you’re going to suck my cock. But when you’re about to climax pull back. I will let you come and then I’m going to fuck you and make you come again.”

 

He reached between her legs and pressed the bottom of the dildo. The moment the vibrations began to rocket through her, she knew it wouldn’t take long for her to crest. Jeff put a hand on the back of her head and urged it toward him. She took his erection in her hand and licked it, swiping her tongue up one side and down the other before taking the length of him into her mouth.

His hand kept her head in place, giving her no chance to do anything but work him as hard as she could. An exercise in discipline because the vibrator was driving her to a point of no return. She felt every sensation throughout her body, even to her very sore ass. The desire in her swirled and twisted. The more intense it grew, the harder she sucked his cock.

Her entire body shivered delicately as pleasure ripped through her, the walls of her pussy clutching and clamping at the vibrating dildo. Sensations racked her from head to toe, and still his hand was firm on her head, his cock filling her mouth. She tried to monitor herself so she pulled back at the right moment, and when she felt ready to explode she cried out around the thickness in her mouth.

 

“All right, Claire.” He released her head. “Now.”

 

He tipped her back on the bed, her legs spread even wider. He bent over her, watching her face, one hand massaging her clit.

Oh, oh, oh!

 

“Keep your eyes open, Claire.”

 

She wanted to close them, but she didn’t dare, instead keeping them locked on his face, flushed with erotic desire. His eyes hot and demanding. Cresting the wave she crashed, spinning and whirling, her entire body shaking. She tried again to squeeze her legs together, but Jeff would have none of it.

 

“Wide open, Claire.” He stroked her clit over and over while the dildo did its work. “God, you’re beautiful when you come.”

She was still shivering with aftershocks when he pulled the dildo from her, sheathed himself in a condom and, still standing, plunged into her.

Oh, oh, oh!

He was so big. So thick. So enormous. She was glad he’d made her come before entering her or she might have had trouble taking him. But she was wet and soft and her pussy molded around him.

 

“Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered. “And grab my shoulders.”

When she did, he pushed into her even deeper, his hands gripping her tender ass. Her internal walls were still pulsing from her unfinished orgasm, and he was pushing her toward the peak again.

“Get ready,” he whispered.

Using his strength to hold her against him, he pounded into her, thrust after trust, riding her like a stallion with a mare in heat. Her nipples cried out from the clamps, and his fingers tormented her burning buttocks. But every part of her focused on his cock inside her and the intense pleasure building and building and building. He seemed to know exactly when she reached that point again.

 

“I’m there, sugar. Come with me.”

As if she could hold herself back. He drove into her once, twice, his body stiffened and this time they spun out together. She could feel the hot gush of his seed through the thin latex as he erupted, and she was right there with him, drenching him with her own liquid.

 

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.

Everything faded to black except this man, his cock inside her, and the uncontrolled riot of sensations that plucked at every nerve and muscle.

Jeff 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, and went to dispose of the condom.

When he removed the nipple clamps, 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 face to his, and kissed her so thoroughly she felt it clear to her toes.

Two hands gripped her shoulders and the last man tugged her off the sheets. He half carried, half guided the stumbling exhausted towards the large frame structure that had held the harness. Her head rested over his shoulder and her cheek press into the coiled leather rope he draped over his arm.

 

“I’m so tired,” she murmured as the first shackle clicked over her wrist.

 

“This will wake you up,” the man chuckled gleefully and the others echoed agreement.

 

The second wrist was shackled. “Please,” she begged uncertain what she was pleading for.

 

Another shackle locked over her left ankle and then a final snap over her right. He came close to her and kissed her and fondled her with brazen lust and when the kiss broke he popped a red ball gag into her mouth. His chest mashed into her lush breasts as he lifted her hair and buckled the gag in place.

 

“This is gonna be fun Claire; just wait.” He unfurled the whip and gave it a quick snap right in front of her. “Ready?” he asked. Then he frowned. “Shit I forgot.” He strode to the side of the frame and hoisted two ropes like a stage hand lifting scenery. Claire’s limbs stretched out until she was spread eagle in the frame like a beautiful bird in a spider’s web. “Now we’re ready,” he chuckled and disappeared behind her.

 

The first stroke kissed the bare skin of her shoulder and it stung like a flash of lightning. Claire began to thrash in her bonds and she screamed murder into the gag.

 

Breakfast the next morning found the girl ravenous. Stacks of waffles dripping with syrup and Nutella disappeared into her pretty mouth. Coffee loaded with sugar and cream followed along with fruit of every color and shape. She smiled happily at Olivia who was showing her prints of some of the shots from the work yesterday. Claire giggled girlishly. “I can’t believe it!” she squealed and she gobbled down more waffles. Syrup dripped down her cute little chin.

 

“Can I watch you make the sketches?” she enthused, mumbling around a mouthful of waffles.

 

“I wouldn’t want it any other way.”

 

Claire held up one photo, getting Nuttella and whipped cream all over the edges. “I really look like Bettie Page don’t I?”

 

“Yes you do,” Olivia agreed.

 

The young girl beamed as she devoured more waffles.

 

 

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