Taking her hands, he wreathed his fingers through hers, his body angling between her legs and settling there so he could lean down to kiss her. Pressing her hands down on either side of her head, he claimed her lips, kissing her deeply. She opened for him, wrapping her legs around his waist, feeling the thick bulge of his erection rubbing against her.
Her body was already heating up in response to his kiss and his touch, her nipples hardening in anticipation, pussy creaming with desire.
Pushing her hands upward, stretching out her arms, one of Mitch’s big hands wrapped around her wrist while the other slid down her arm. He kept kissing her and kissing her and kissing her while his hand curved across her flesh, finding her breast. Domi moaned against his lips, arching beneath him, then whimpering when he squeezed the whole soft mound in a tight grip. Her nipple throbbed, wanting more focused attention as his fingers flexed and kneaded, making her pant as the heat swirled through her.
A moment later, Mitch’s lips and weight left her so he could pull at her clothing. There were only a few small curses from each of them as they were delayed by the necessity of undressing.
Putting her back into position—hands above her head, thighs spread and knees pointing to the ceiling with the flats of her feet on the bed—Mitch leaned over and gave her stomach a kiss, right below her belly button.
“Don’t move, Domi Darling,” he said sternly, using enough of his Dom voice to make her all squirmy.
“Yes, Master Mitch,” she murmured, wiggling to make her breasts shake. His blue eyes glinted with appreciation as he bent over the side of the bed.
Mitch
While he kept most of his toys in his equipment bag so he could grab and go whenever he was headed to one of the clubs, since he’d started dating Domi, he’d begun keeping some in one of the drawers built into the base of his bed. Nothing fancy, a few basic necessities—nipple and clit clamps connected by a chain, lube, a vibrator, a butt plug, two floggers, and a ball gag. He was only going to use about half of it tonight.
Picking up the plug, he took it out of its box and dripped lube onto it, holding it up to make sure Domi could watch the process. She smiled up at him, undaunted by the size of the plug, which wasn’t the largest he had but sure as hell wasn’t the smallest either.
“Lift up,” Mitch murmured, tapping her thigh. Domi’s hips lifted enough for him to put the tip at the rosebud entrance to her ass. “Take a deep breath, Domi Darling.”
He kept his eyes on her face, watching every flicker of her expression as he pushed the plug into her ass—a slow but inexorable push rather than working it back and forth, forcing her opening wider and wider as each millimeter slid into her.
“Fuck!” she gasped, her hips moving upward in an attempt to get away from the plug. Mitch pressed his hand down on her lower stomach, forcing her back down onto it.
“Stay in position, Domi, or I’ll have to punish you.” Funishment, really, but making the threat turned both of them on even more. She whimpered, squirming, straining, and panting for breath as the plug’s widest section reached her entrance. Mitch’s cock throbbed, watching her take the discomfort, the sharp ache. Her pussy was plump and slick above the straining hole he was filling, swollen with her arousal.
When the plug finally slid home, her sphincter snapping closed around the narrowed portion between the plug and the base, she sighed with relief and settled back down.
“Good girl.” Mitch twisted the plug and pumped it slightly, pulling it to stretch her hole before shoving it back in deep. Domi moaned, her hips moving up again but not because she was trying to escape.
The tweezer clamps he had weren’t harsh. Their grip could be adjusted by the little bands wrapped around them. Attached to each other by a horizontal chain that went between the nipple clamps and one long chain from the center of the horizontal chain to the clit clamp, they were perfect for tonight.
Ignoring the urgent need pulsing from his cock, Mitch leaned over to play with and torment Domi’s breasts a little. The soft flesh gave under his fingers, and he enjoyed the little whines in the back of her throat as he suckled on one nipple, plucking the other with his fingers. She squirmed beneath him but stayed in position, though he could see her hands twisting together above her head—especially when he bit down on her nipple, making her cry out at the short, sharp flash of pain.
Moving back, he picked up the clamps. His cock bobbed over her pussy as he secured them to her nipples, pushing the band up toward the rubber tips and squeezing the hard buds as much as the tweezer clamps would allow, the chain hanging between her breasts and down her stomach. Domi moaned when he trapped the tiny bud of her clit in its grasp.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he said, sliding his hands under her ass to lift her so he could slide his cock into her slick heat. They both groaned as he filled her, the plug making her extra tight around his dick, her muscles squeezing and quivering around him as he slid home.
Domi
Pulsing and throbbing, keeping her hands in position without any kind of restraint might be the hardest thing she’d ever done. Her nipples and clit throbbed in the clamps. Rather than being overly painful, the tight constriction made them feel more sensitive, and when Mitch’s groin pressed against her clamped clit, she spasmed from the sensation.
“Fuck yes.” He pulled out a little, then shoved back in, setting off a similar reaction as Domi sucked in a quick breath. He felt huge inside her, nestled alongside the plug in her ass, with his body rubbing against the extra sensitive bud of her clit, where it peeked out from the clamp.
Releasing her ass, Mitch bent over her to kiss her again, his hands moving up her sides to press down on her arms and help her keep them in position. The wiry hair on his chest rasped over the tips of her nipples, the position pressing the clamp on her clit more strongly. Domi cried out as he began to thrust with long, slow strokes, setting her aflame.
His body slapped against her swollen, clamped clit, sending wave after wave of shock and ecstasy through her, making her writhe beneath him as each thrust brought her closer to orgasm. She screamed against his lips as she tipped over the edge, the rushing pleasure turning to pounding ecstasy. He pulled away from the kiss—not to slow down, but to fuck her even harder.
The chain between the clamps bounced, pulling at her nipples and her oversensitive clit as they swelled against their confinement, sending the sensations into overdrive. The abuse made her scream again, even as another orgasm swamped her senses, dissolving from inexpressible pleasure to exquisite agony as Mitch moved harder, faster.
She fought against his grip, unable to stop herself, tears sliding down her cheeks at the intense torment at the hands of her sadistic lover. It was excruciating bliss, going on and on and on until she finally felt Mitch slam fully inside her and pulse.
Warmth surrounded her, his body half-collapsed on top of her as he filled her, his cock throbbing against her own shuddering walls until it softened.
Panting, Domi let him take care of the toys, whimpering softly as each one was removed. Mitch soothed her with kisses and caresses, his lips gently laving the hurt from her nipples and clit.
Finally, they were curled up around each other, Domi’s head pressed against his chest, arms and legs intertwined. She listened to his heartbeat, steady against her ear, felt the warmth of his skin against hers. Being here in his arms felt safe. It felt like home.