Cherise Sinclair - Breaking Free

When he finished, she lay on her back with her ankles fastened high on each side, her knees bent and in the air. Hell, he’d turned this into a rocking gyn table. Only with her hips directly under her feet, she was way more exposed than any medical table.

From the murmurs of the people around the room, they appreciated Sir’s rope job much more than she did.

Not that he’d notice his audience. His attention was completely on her. Studying her expression, he ran his hand down the inside of her thigh, sending shivers through her. “I really like this position,” he said, a slight smile on his face, and the enjoyment in his eyes warmed her. His finger slid through her wet folds, and she inhaled sharply. “Look how open you are.”

He gave the sling a push, letting it rock while he walked over to the wall. The winch turned with a clacking sound, and the sling rose until she swung at chest height. Way too high for him to use his cock.

Her hands gripped the chains beside her shoulders. He hadn’t restrained her hands, she realized. Maybe if she didn’t move, he wouldn’t remember.

He walked around the sling to kiss her, taking it deeper, harder, forcing her response. By the time he pulled back, her fears had disappeared under the wave of heat. Smiling, he flicked the nipple clamps. The bells tinkled, tweaking her breasts, sending hot need burning from her breasts to her clit. Her fingers tightened on the chain, catching his attention, and she stiffened. Please, no restraints.

Pulling her hand free, he nipped her fingers before curling them back around the chain. “I’m not going to bind your arms, sugar. You’ll feel better knowing they’re free, but I don’t want your hands to move from the chains. Am I clear?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, able to smile at him as relief surged through her.

“Good girl.” He strolled back down to the foot where the V between her legs was spread wide for everyone to see. Her nipples burned from the clamps, and now he stroked her legs, moving closer and closer to her pussy and to where her clit throbbed in cruel need.

Nolan smiled at the sight before him, Beth’s body stretched out and open, quivering with urgency and anxiety. Her eyes were wide, her fingers clenched around the chains. Her breasts, swollen and tight, stood up proudly from her chest, the peaks dark red from the nipple jewelry. He smelled both strawberries and her arousal as the sling rocked gently. His gaze dropped to her pussy. The swollen labia opened widely and pointed to where her clit peeked out from under its hood. Begging for him.

It wouldn’t be the only thing begging shortly. He’d placed her at just the right height for his fingers and his mouth. He bent slightly and ran his tongue up through her folds. Her inhale was louder than the dark music of Rammstein coming from the speakers.

He toyed with her, stabbing his tongue into her vagina to enjoy her taste, circling, then running up and over her clit. He used his fingers to open her even more, holding her labia apart and tonguing her bared clit until the muscles of her thighs tensed and her hips tried unsuccessfully to lift.

He moved away, leaving the swing rocking and Beth squirming in frustration.

Pulling on a latex glove, he lubed his fingers generously. Rimming her back hole with a finger, he spread the cold lube. He chuckled when she tried to jerk away only to discover how well he had her lower half restrained. Setting his finger against her anus, he slid in a quarter of an inch.

Eyes widening, she struggled and got nowhere. “No!”

“Oh, yes.” He pushed his finger in farther.

Oh, God, he had his finger in her ass. Slick and cold and such a strange feeling. Nerves she hadn’t felt before started to fire as he eased out slightly, then in farther. “No…” she moaned. Having him touch her there was too intimate, left her too vulnerable. She’d never let anyone do this to her before.

The thought of using her safe word crossed her mind, and then his mouth came down on her clit, sending the sensations there instead. But as he moved his finger, in and out, the tiny fucking motions sent need rioting through her body. Tongue, finger, tongue, finger, her mind couldn’t process the sensations, and her whole lower half tightened, more and more.

He pulled his finger out and pressed two against her, right at the very entrance. Her anus clamped shut, refusing admittance. He waited, flicking his tongue over her clit, his touch too gentle to give her release, driving her mad with impatience. She tried to lift her hips, and the inability to move drove her higher again.

Then his tongue came down on her clit, rubbing it in a demanding stroke, right over the top, the sides, the top, and she was almost…almost… His two fingers drove into her rectum in one hard stroke, and she broke with a scream of shock, the waves of sensation tangling together in her lower half, shooting electric blazes through her whole body. Her pussy tried to buck against his lips, and nothing would move. She could only lay there and shiver, and come and come and come.

As she shuddered with the aftermath, he moved away, disposing of his glove. He returned to lean on the side of the sling, rocking her slightly. Still stunned from the way he’d made her climax, she just watched him, content to have him close. People moved around the room and were undoubtedly watching. She couldn’t bring herself to care.

His fingers toyed with the jewelry lying on her breasts, making the tiny bells chime. “You know,” he said in a musing tone of voice, “I think you’ve started to get off too easily.” He bent and licked over one clamped nipple, his tongue hot. He blew over the wet peak and smiled as she shivered. “From now on, you need to wait for permission to come.”

“What?” she asked in disbelief. During the party as part of the game, that had been bad enough. But here in the club? She could barely get off. Well, before Sir, she could-

He grasped her chin and commanded, “You don’t come until I say you can. Is that clear?”

“But…but what if I do? Master?”

“Then you will have disobeyed me.”

Oh, God. She stared at the heavy rafters above her and tried to imagine not coming when his mouth was on her. Or when he was in her, so big and thick. Just the images alone made her wetter. Try to hold an orgasm back? Her vagina clenched.

He tugged on a nipple clamp, jerking her attention back to him with a rush. “Time to take these off. You ready, sugar?”

Before she could yell no, he’d unfastened the first one. Blood surged back into the nipple. Pain. Ow, ow, ow . She sucked in a breath, her hand starting to-

“Keep your hands on the chains, sub.”

She hissed with the erotic agony, the intense sensation almost pleasure but not quite. Before she’d recovered, he did the other one. Her hands clenched around the chains. He wet his finger, rubbing each peak. Pain and pleasure twined together, the sensations way too intense. She shut her mouth over the moan.

“Very pretty.” He gave her a hard kiss. “And you kept your hands on the chains. Good girl.”

He walked back around to his toy bag and started rummaging in it. She couldn’t see, dammit. Finally he returned, back between her legs. He put lube on something. Oh, that wasn’t good. She craned her neck. He met her gaze and held up a butt plug. Her mouth dropped open.

“Just a little bigger than my two fingers,” he said. “Now that I know how excited you get, I’m looking forward to taking you that way too.”

That way? Like anal sex? Master Nolan was huge. Her back hole contracted as if in protest. “You’re too big,” she whispered.

“That’s why we’re starting off with this size.” He smiled at her, ran his finger down her clit. “Tomorrow you can have a size larger.” Without waiting for her response, he slid the thing right into her.