"You've got beautiful breasts Beth." His lips were grazing her lower lobe again, and a shiver shimmied its way down her spine. Gabriel began to roll her nipples between his index finger and thumb, sending short jolts of pleasure through her and turning them into long, tight nubs.
Beth released the breath she'd been holding as he removed his hands from her and stood. Gabriel then walked back around to face her, crouched down and grabbed the nipple clamps from the floor. He placed the first one on and began to tighten it around her first nipple using the screw at the side of the clamp.
"Tell me if it begins to hurt."
She nodded, breath bated.
Gabriel stopped tightening the nipple clamp, which was becoming sinfully pleasurable and glared at her.
Shit! What did I do wrong?
Their eyes locked and it came to her. "Yes Sir."
Giving her a tight smile and a nod he set back to work. He tightened it until soft moans of pleasure escaped her lips. "Enough?"
The sensations rushing from her nipple had reached the point where they were bordering the line of pleasure and pain so she nodded. "Yes, Sir."
"Good girl." He attached the second one, adjusting until she confirmed it was also at that perfect pleasure/pain point. Once the clamps were on, he grabbed the blindfold and placed it over her eyes, the elastic band around her head securing it in place.
Now what? She found herself becoming a little anxious and the thought that she had similar feelings when she first lost her virginity at age fifteen came to mind. She felt out of control, her mind surrendering to her urges, but this time was slightly different. She could handle not touching him, but not seeing him either was a little distressing.
Without another word, Gabriel scooped her up into his arms and carried her across the room. "I want you to kneel when I put you down."
"Yes Sir."
She had no idea where she was being placed, but her knees slid into separate padded slots. Her heart rate increased. What was he going to do with her? She imagined the anxiety of the wait and not being able to see what was going on would be worse than anything he could do to her. Suddenly her legs began to spread, the slots her knees were in slowly separating.
"Tell me when it begins to be uncomfortable." Gabriel instructed.
"Yes Sir." Wider and wider her legs spread, and she found herself grateful that Gabriel was steadying her with a hand on her shoulder. "Please stop Sir," she said as she began to feel the strain in her inner thighs. There was a tug at the rope restraining her arms and finally she found herself supported as the rope was hooked onto something behind and above her.
"Hmmm. Very nice."
His retreating footsteps had her alarmed again. Where was he going? What was he going for? Was he going to leave her to wait for him? Was that part of the game? She didn't hear him leave, but did he close the door when they came in? She strained to hear, but all she was rewarded with was silence. She struggled against the restraints on her arms, but it got her nowhere and the rope rubbing into her flesh hurt. In her current positions, she was completely helpless and the nipple clamps continued to send pulses of pleasure and pain through her entire body.
She was about to call out to him when she heard one of the drawers of the dresser opening. A surge of relief shot through her. Oh, thank God! Less than a minute later she heard his bare feet moving back towards her.
"You were scared I left you?"
Beth couldn't make out by his tone whether he was amused or displeased.
"No Sir."
"Don't lie to me or you'll be punished Beth."
She didn't have a chance to respond before she heard a faint shushing noise and then felt the sting as he slapped her pussy with something. She cried out more from surprise than from it actually hurting.
"I-I'm"
She didn't get to finish her sentence as she was slapped a second time. A little harder. She was getting wetter by the second. Her pussy felt as though it was on fire.
"Will you lie to me again?"
She shook her head. "No Sir."
She expected another slap, and braced herself for it. She welcomed it even, but instead his hand cupped her mound, massaging the stinging flesh. The soft caress in contrast to the sting felt amazing.
He was leaning over her again, his breath against her neck. She needed desperately to touch him. She struggled against the restraints and was rewarded with a slap of his palm against her wet pussy. She cried out. His palm stung more than whatever it was that he'd used a moment ago.
"You're so amazingly wet Beth. You have no idea how much you turn me on," he whispered in her ear his voice husky and filled with desire. Another chill rushed down her spine and she attempted, with little success due to the position she was in, to buck against his hand.
She licked her lower lip. "I want you Gabriel."
Another slap. Oh-God it stung, but deliciously so.
Shit I used his name! She growled at herself as she was assaulted with another swat. "I'm sorry Sir." But she wasn't.
To her surprise with each slap she was coming closer to her orgasm. Several more slaps came, each one a little harder than the last and she moaned with each one. The sting was growing stronger, but also amplified the delicious feeling. When he'd stop and massage her reddened and swollen pussy lips she'd moan and whimper even louder.
She was rapidly reaching her point of climax as he massaged and stroked her sore pussy. Her moans turned louder and more frequent as he ran the hard thick handle of what she assumed now to be a flogger between her drenched folds. Her body was on edge, and she once more strained against the rope binding her arms.
Gabriel positioned the handle of the flogger at her entrance. Its girth was larger than his cock, larger than any cock she'd ever experienced to be exact and a shiver of anticipation rushed through her. She needed to be fucked - hard, fast, now! And she didn't care how or by who or what.
"Do you want it?" His mouth was on her neck, lips grazing her sensitive flesh.
"Yes Sir, please,” she begged.
He thrust the handle of the flogger into her making her scream out at its sudden and forceful invasion stretched her to her limits. He pulled it out and thrust it into her a second time and then a third and fourth, each time bringing her closer and closer to her earth shattering climax. Finally with a loud moan she released and her juices coursed down the length of the flogger handle. Her body quivered from the aftermath of her sweet release. Never in her life had she experienced anything like this, the pain and pleasure mixing so beautifully together.