To her surprise, the taps from the crop ceased. “Oh…” She hoped this meant they were moving on to something a tad stronger. Like more of his hands or maybe his mouth. She whimpered just thinking about it.
“I don’t know what you’re thinking about, but I think I like it.” He fiddled with the beads on the nipple clamps, eliciting a long moan from her. “But it’s time to get these off.”
Maggie whimpered, torn between the freedom from the ever constant bite of the clamps and the ache of want still holding her tightly in its grasp.
Tucker leaned forward and kissed the upper slope of her right breast while his fingers made a quick path down her stomach to the small patch of hair between her legs. Before she could adjust to the new onslaught of sensations, he slipped his fingers between her wet folds and pressed two fingers inside her. With the palm of his hand applying constant pressure against her over-sensitized hot spot, Maggie went from zero to way past sixty in a matter of seconds.
Before her next breath he grasped a clip and removed the clamp from her left breast.
Maggie sucked in a sharp breath. Her vision wavered as pain flooded through her. She opened her mouth to speak and nothing came out. Frozen in this strange overwhelming sensation, her arousal ratcheted higher despite the pain.
“Breathe, Maggie. Your blood is rushing back to your nipple.” His fingers moved inside her as he spoke. Impossible pressure built inside her.
Then he removed the second clamp and Maggie screamed loud and long. The sound hit her ears as dissociated from her body. Had it been she who screamed? She couldn’t be sure. Her body raced to the edge of the cliff and hovered precariously.
Smiling, Tucker removed his hand and dropped the used clamps into a small sink she hadn’t noticed before. Tears sprang to her eyes again and this time she couldn’t hold them back. He was torturing her and that’s all there was too it.
When he returned to her side she didn’t bother trying to hide her face. He reached up and brushed a tear from her cheek. “You’re so lovely like this. So much more than I expected.” More tears slipped free and he continued to caress her cheek, catching each one.
She didn’t know what to think. Her body demanded most of her attention. Between the gaze he’d locked with hers and the pulse of need that hammered through her, she was lost.
“Can I come down now?” Her confusion was ripping her up from the inside out. She didn’t understand what he wanted from her at this point.
“No.”
That was it. One word and no explanation. She wanted to yell in frustration.
He leaned over her shoulder to the frame of the wheel and unhooked it from the wall. “Besides being a beautiful backdrop for your portrait, this device does have other fun uses.”
A sudden panic flashed through her. Fortunately he didn’t make her wait long to discover what he meant. He grabbed the handle and began turning her torture trap. Spread-eagle and strapped to the metal, a sudden rush of air whistled between her legs. He stopped the contraption when he’d turned her completely upside down. She lifted her head and tried to see what he saw. With the angle of the device it proved too difficult to hold her head up and she relaxed back in position. So much for the blood rushing to her nipples. As if her mind wasn’t foggy enough. Now she couldn’t see beyond the bottom of the room and it didn’t take a genius to know he now stared down at her open and available pussy.
“Now this is what I’m talking about.” He opened another drawer and ripped into some packaging. Then his hands were on her pussy, slipping through the folds and spreading her lips wide. “Now I really get to play,” he said.
Maggie shivered under the sudden onslaught that felt so good. Her eyes rolled back into her head. This had to be the strangest scenario she could have imagined. No control, a new fangled torture device and her in a position where he could and would do whatever he wanted to. And she couldn’t care less. Any inhibitions she’d possessed had long slipped away.
Tucker opened her wider and blew on her clit at the same time some cool liquid spread across her opening. Her breath caught in her throat. Then he pushed something inside her. Something not his hands. Wide and firm. She squirmed. “Oh my God. What is that?”
“Be still. We don’t have much time.”
What?
She felt a pinch on her clit. And… Was that metal? Oh. My. God. He’d clamped her clit. Fresh streaks of pain splintered through her pussy and thighs. The almost-orgasm that had begun to fade came rushing forward. All at once everything throbbed. Her pussy, her nipples… Strangely, the extra blood to her head seemed to amplify everything. She had to come. Now.