"You're in charge. If you want him on top, put him there and give him instructions. If you'd rather ride him, that's what you should do."
"I want clover clamps,” she said, releasing his wrists from her thighs. “With a chain between, so I can pull on his nipples while he fucks me. We'll need a condom, too. Please."
Brent brought the condom and clamps, and Jacob sat back on his heels to roll the condom on.
"Should we take the ball stretcher off? Or is it there to keep him from coming?"
"It's helping, but we'll remove it so he can have an opportunity to show you his control."
Dana fondled his balls, looking up into his eyes as she did. Their gaze met and the connection between them fused, making her heart skip a few beats, but guilt made her look down. It was wrong to feel such a strong attraction to someone else's partner.
Needing to do something, she began the process of loosening the ball stretcher, taking almost as long to get it off as she had to put it on.
She looked sideways at Brent, prepared to tell him maybe this hadn't been a good idea, but he leaned in and kissed her forehead, pulling back to say, “I give you permission to like him, Dana. He likes you, too, and it doesn't take away from my relationship with him. Fuck him, make love to him, whatever you want. Don't worry about my feelings; I'm having fun watching. You have my blessing to feel attracted to him, to like him, or even to fall in love with him. I know you, you're my friend, and I trust you with him.” He smiled. “And stop worrying about what you can and can't do. Just don't order him to come—that, and condom use, are your only restrictions."
Returning his smile, she said, “There are more, those are just the only two you thought we might bump up against today. I'm sure you don't want me permanently marking him, or giving him more pain than he can bear—but I understand what you're saying. I do like him, and I'll take you at your word and keep going."
She focused on Jacob again. “I'm sorry I looked down. Brent's my friend, and you make him happy, and...” she stopped; decided conversation could wait, and lay back, using her fingers to spread her lips.
"You don't have permission to touch me with your hands. Put yourself in me, and place your palms on the table beside my shoulders. Go in and be still, no pumping."
He lined up and raised his eyes, looking into hers as he sank into her, leaning forward and deliberately placing his hands as instructed. She felt the connection through his eyes again, his submission clear in the way he looked at her. He got off on this—commanded to remain still, to service her, used for her pleasure and required to suffer his own gratifications. It made her want to push, to see how far she could drive him before the look became desperate.
She rubbed the cool metal of the clover clamp over his nipple before squeezing it between thumb and forefinger. He gasped, and she glanced at Brent a second before moving to Jacob's other nipple, saying, “You've been paying attention to them?"
"Yes, I'm sure they're sore, but don't take it easy on them. He'll be fine."
She situated the clamp over his nipple as if it were a clock hand at twelve o'clock, letting the pressure gradually increase, watching his face as the tension escalated. It would fall forward when she let go of it, twisting painfully, and she debated whether to do it slowly or quickly.
Jacob knew the pain was coming, too—she could see the anticipation growing, could feel his cock twitching fretfully when he realized what she'd done. She looked into his eyes for several long seconds before moving her hand sideways, the heavy clover clamp instantly falling, bouncing to a stop against his chest as gravity pulled it down, stretching and twisting his nipple downward. His eyes closed as he gasped with the pain, his body going tense, his cock jerking inside of her as his hips remained motionless.
She moved to the other nipple, repeating the process. Once the clamp was on, while she was still holding it up, she said, “Don't close your eyes this time. Look at me, let me see your pain."
"Yes, Ma'am.” His voice came out in a gasp, and she clenched around him, his pain sending tremors through her, lighting her up inside.
She held the clamp another six or seven seconds, letting the anticipation build before dropping it, and loved the fight he went through to hold eye contact with her and keep his body still. The look in his eyes went straight to her pussy, and she almost came from the intensity.
He was still hurting, trying to deal with the pain, so she turned the plug up a few notches as she fiddled with the end of the chain on her stomach, his gasps like gasoline on the fire inside her.
"It's going to hurt your nipples when I ask you to start moving."