Safeword: Davenport(50)

"Yes, Ma'am."

She used the back of her arm to push the clamps up, returning them to the position she'd applied them, and his face relaxed.

"Lean down and kiss me."

Bending his elbows, he angled forward and kissed her softly. She trailed her fingers into his hair and used her lips, her teeth, her tongue, to seduce him, to make him relax into the kiss. He was on top, but she was in control, and he let her lead as he held his body as she'd asked.

She gave him a few seconds and let the clamps down enough to get his attention, and when he broke contact to gasp she said, “Show me how much you want me, Jacob. Show me how badly you want to move inside me. Kiss me this time; show me with your mouth."

She pushed the clamps back up as he leaned in and kissed her with passion, making her hips move involuntarily against him, but he held his torso in place.

When she was through with the kiss, she let the clamps down an inch and he pulled away again. “You're a quick learner, I like that. Push back up."

He groaned in pain as he rose, pulling the clamps off Dana's stationary hand.

"Slow please. In and out, long smooth strokes."

She turned the vibrator off and pulled her legs up, wrapping them around his waist, helping the angle. He aimed up, hitting her g-spot, and a climax began setting off her nerve endings. She issued orders one after the other. “Don't stop, Oh, yes—right there. Faster, fuck me faster!"

He kept going through her orgasm, not slowing down, and the rolling pleasure lasted forever. When it ended, it did so all at once and suddenly his movements were too much.

"Stop.” He thrust in and held, his breathing ragged, pain illuminating his face. She flipped the vibrator in his ass to medium and quickly removed both nipple clamps. He bellowed as they came off, bowing his spine, but kept his hands on the table.

She switched the vibrator to high and brought her legs down as she caressed his cheek. “You've got the perfect cock for me—fat enough to open me nicely, but not so long you're bumping my cervix. Give me some smooth, slow strokes.” She groaned in reflex at the sensations, and had him continue until she was wild with need. If she hadn't been in control it would've been torture, but since she could make him go faster anytime she chose, it was a delicious torment.

When her arousal grew beyond what she could bear she demanded he speed up, urging him on until the hunger inside her began to unwind, spinning like an off balance gyroscope. As her orgasm orbited her into ecstasy she shouted to keep going, to not slow down. He did as she ordered; fucking her in a frenzy through the powerful spasms, not reducing speed until she panted out, “Enough!"

When she finally opened her eyes the look on his face showed how hard he was working to keep control, and she smiled as she turned the vibrator off. “It appears you do have excellent discipline. Tell me, what's the punishment for coming without permission?"

He glanced at Brent before answering. “Three months locked in a chastity device, Ma'am."

Wow, harsh, no wonder his control is so good.

"Slow again, like you did at the beginning, please.” She returned the clamps to his nipples, but lined them up right this time, so they hung naturally without twisting. He handled the pain better, but didn't try to hide it from her, looking into her eyes and allowing her to see the depth of his submission.

His leisurely movements felt incredible, and paired with the surrender and affection she saw in his eyes, threatened to undo her. She fell into his gaze and reached up, stroking her fingers through his silky hair, cupping the back of his neck and drawing his mouth to hers, their lips touching as warmth enveloped her heart.

He kept the languid pace with his hips as he buried his face in the crook of her neck. Dana needed more, wanted to be taken, but didn't know how to tell him to do it. She looked at Brent, wondering if she should tell him she needed help, but he said, “You need more, don't you?"

She closed her eyes to answer. “I'm afraid I do."

"Jacob,” he snapped, “Take enough control to figure out how to make her explode again, but not so much you aren't listening for orders."

Jacob said, “Yes, Brent,” and finally removed his hands from the table, looking at her as he did, making sure it was okay. She gave a small nod and he gave her a crooked smile, pushed her legs up, and readjusting his hips so he had more leverage before driving into her, shoving her knees back so he could go deeper, his hips uncompromising as he thrust into her time after time until she was panting with need, right on the edge. He piloted her to the brink and held her there, letting her fly along, floating on a surge of pleasure that never quite crested. It was perfect, and when the wave finally crashed she heard herself screaming, ordering him not to stop as the climax went on and on and on.