Rod of Correction_ Taken and Tamed(33)

His mouth found its way right back to where it had been, but now, in addition to its delicious sensations, he began pumping very strongly in and out of her. Minutes later, without missing a beat, he reached out and positioned her legs over his shoulders, which widened them further; he knew some women liked that feeling of being extra-exposed.

Sunny was apparently one of them. The soft mewls she’d been issuing occasionally doubled in volume and frequency, he scaled back his oral assault just a bit. He’d lifted her restriction on coming, but that didn’t mean he was going to encourage her to do it quickly - quite the opposite.

He then reached under his pillow where he’d hidden things for just this purpose, took hold of something small and conical in shape, bringing it between her legs as he removed his fingers momentarily, dipping the tip into her natural lubrication, replacing his fingers and adding a third just to spice things up. Hearing her whimper as he forced her to accept that sizeable invasion, he popped just the barest tip of a small butt plug into her bottom hole.

Sunny jerked away automatically, not at all prepared for what he was doing.

Abandoning his most pleasant pursuit, he let his voice drop as low as it would go as he rumbled just two words: “Submit, Sunny.”

That set off a flurry of petulant sounding moans, liberally dotted with frantic panting and wails. These he ignored in favor of seating the plug within her, which he did without allowing her time to get used to it, knowing that it was more than small enough for him to settle it within her in one stroke without hurting her. Surprising and somewhat distressing her, probably. Hurting her? So he did just that, and before she could mount much of a protest it was all over, and the plug was in to stay until he removed it. Or not.

Resuming his place, he continued what he had been doing to her all along, and her responses had easily been reduced by two thirds or more, as her eager mind and sensitive body tried to come to grips with the insulting, insistent butt plug, as well as the additional intruder inside her pussy, which had forced it more widely open than it had been in a while, he would guess.

He didn’t make any accommodations to the rhythm or power of those thrusting fingers in consideration of her full behind, either. He absently reached down to squeeze one cheek, just to add another level of things for her to think about, another layer of sensations all piling on top of one another as he guided her towards what he hoped would be an epic orgasm.

It didn’t take long for her to recover from any of those things, he was gratified to realize. She was very close as she sailed well past her previous level of arousal. He decided that it was time to employ the last trick in his arsenal.

He gave her pussy a long, slow, demanding kiss, flicking the very end of her clit with his stiffened tongue, leaving her very close to her peak, simultaneously reaching up to pinch her nipple as hard as he could, not letting her recover before doing the same thing to its twin.

Forgetting herself – having been pushed well beyond the limits of thought – Sunny howled her displeasure, barely able to stop herself before she ripped his hand away from her breast, which would have been an extremely bad idea. Luckily, she stopped herself, her hand hovering over his but not touching it.

“Sunny!” he snapped, knowing she’d already stopped herself, but wanting her to know he’d seen what she had almost done. She snatched her hand away at the sound of his voice, but that wasn’t nearly enough for him. “You will put your hands over your head, and you may not make a fist while they’re up there.” He threw that detail in to give her something to concentrate on, another distraction for her mind. “And you are and not bring them down until either I tell you you may, or until you come.”

She whined as her hands rose to assume the required position. She was surprised at his little addendum order; as soon as she got her hands up there, all she wanted to do was ball them into fists, damn him! It was all she could think about, at least until he began to worry her nipples again, and then they quickly gained prominence.

He wasn’t content with just pinching and tugging them as if he wanted to pull them off. He wanted to return to what he had been doing before, and so he replaced his fingers with clamps that were really just clothespins with rubber coating on the tips. They applied a very painful amount of pleasure without biting into the flesh they compressed.

As he applied the first clamp she made a tremendous racket, not that he let that deter him in the least. He didn’t even bother to remind her to submit – she was not going to have any choice in the matter anyway.

He slunk back down her body, reaching up occasionally to jiggle her breasts, causing the clothes pins to waggle back and forth, and stirring up another round of tearful moans. He was of a mind to pull them slowly off her and then reset them, but he decided that was enough for now.