But…Logan looking out for me, regardless of why he’s doing it— He’ll never know how much it means to me.
So I curl up in the blanket and, regardless of how excited I am to spend every second possible with him, I do as he asks. I fall asleep.
When I wake up, I can’t help my yelp of delight.
“Oh, Logan!” I sit up straight, the blanket falling to my lap.
The beach. He’s taken me to the beach. It’s only three hours away, but I’ve only been once before in my whole life. But then again, this is Logan Wulfe, the man of my dreams, who makes dreams come true.
Ten
Present Day
Logan
Daphne’s tied down and spread out on the table like a sacrifice on an altar. Her body is a gift to the gods, lithe and tight with the perfect amount of curves.
Tonight I’m her god.
She obeyed me so quickly, maybe I should go easy on her for this first trial. Her pussy pouts at me, soft and slick with wanting.
Or maybe she obeyed because she craves this.
I lay a hand on her flat belly and she whimpers. I chuckle, “You need this.”
Her hips rise. “Logan, please.”
I drop my hand and step away, clenching my hands to fists. How easily she pulls me back in. I can’t forget what this is. Well, I’ll prove it to both of us. Right here and right now. “I told you not to call me that.”
“Master,” she pants.
“Better. But too late.” I return with the wooden box that holds her nipple clamps. Her cries won’t move me, and certainly not my name on her lips. I’m here for one thing and one thing only. To master her. She is mine to train. Mine.
“One day I’ll pierce you,” I murmur as I lever the clamps onto her poor nipples. Her breath hisses through her teeth, but she doesn’t beg me to remove them. “Would you like that?”
“Whatever my Master wishes,” her voice is low and throaty. Her eyes are large and dark with pupils blown. Into subspace so soon?
“You say that now.” I head down to the end of the table where I can lean between her legs. “I wonder if you’ll regret it when you discover what I have planned for you.” I spread her labia, inspecting her almost clinically. Her breathing ramps up and her juices pour. My fingers come away sticky. I raise my hand to my face and drink in her scent. Mouthwatering.
“I wonder…” My finger is huge compared to her delicate parts. I use my index finger to nudge the sensitive spot next to her clitoris. How large can it get? I’m her Master and she’s my sub. My job is to take her to her limits so that’s what I’ll do.
She twists her body, letting out a long, keening moan.
I slap her thigh lightly. “Quiet! This isn’t for your pleasure.”
Her cry shudders from her, her pussy growing even more wet. As if my command aroused her. She’s so responsive, so attuned to my touch.
“I just want to see...yes…” Her clitoris is swollen stiff, peeking from its hood. “There you are.” I tickle alongside the hardened nub, driving her towards orgasm. Her panting increases, but at the last second, I stop.
“Noooo,” Daphne moans. My own cock stiffens.
“Silence,” I order. Oh beautiful Daphne, how much you have to learn. “If I want you to beg, I will ask for it.” I’ll gag her if necessary. She would look so beautiful, bound and gagged, green eyes begging me for relief.
Even now her chest is flushed and heaving. The jeweled clamps twinkle with every rising and falling breath.
I hold up the third clamp and wait for her to realize my plan. Her eyes grow huge.
“Oh yes,” I let a wicked grin claim my lips. I can’t help it. A Master can stay in control and enjoy himself too, right? “As promised.”
She trembles slightly as I approach with the clit clamp in hand. The one I’ve chosen is the most benign, a beginner’s clamp. A bit of lube and the teardrop head will easily fit over her clitoris, with the long wire legs clamping her labia. Several jewels hang from either end.
“You’ll look so pretty for me. Maybe I’ll clamp you and make you serve me dinner.” A meal with her naked and panting. Whenever she bent to place food in front of me, I’d tweak the clamps tighter…
As I fit the clamp into place, Daphne cranes her head to watch. She doesn’t seem too horrified. No, she looks fascinated.
“My curious little deviant.”
This is her power, isn’t it? Everywhere I lead her, she so enthusiastically follows. No hesitation. Her hips roll and the muscles of her stomach ripple. Her eyes grow hooded, her lashes fanning over her flushing cheeks.
I’m attuned to every twitch, every hitched breath, every eyelid flutter. I am her Master, her maker.
Her god.
The clamp fits perfectly, squeezing her delicate flesh. The jewels hang down, tickling her perineum. The emeralds glisten with her juices.
I bend down, intent as a scientist looking through a microscope. Watching miracles unfold. I toy with the jewels and she clenches her bottom. I blow on her clit and she rocks her hips. All the while, desperate little gasps escape her lips.
“Poor Daphne.” I rise a moment, adjusting myself. My cock is stiff and throbbing in my pants. I’m torturing myself as much as torturing her.
I roll up my shirt sleeves and settle in for my feast.
At the first touch of my tongue, her back arches, her body bowing as far as she can go in the restraints. “Master,” she screams.
My cock almost splits my pant’s seam. I nuzzle the clamp with my nose and glide my tongue over her quivering flesh.
We groan in unison. Her sweet taste— “Heaven.”
Daphne
I knew Logan would torture me when I returned, but I might not survive a day. Logan’s face is pressed between my legs, freaking eating me like he’s starving.
My wrists are red from tugging at my bounds. I’m desperate to grab his face and grind down. I’m so close—
Logan pulls away, wiping his face on his shirt sleeve. Leaving me on the edge. Fuck!
“You can’t always get what you want,” Logan intones. Fucker.
My arousal teeters on a knife edge. One side pleasure, the other side pain. Or maybe the two are one.
But I feel a rush of gratitude. If this is all my Master will dish out, then I can take it.
“You took your clamping well.”
I relax at the praise. The jeweled clamp didn’t look too scary. Just a wire prong designed to squeeze my flesh a little bit. Maybe I’ll survive tonight after all.
He adds a touch of lube and slides the prong off. The way he’s watching my face, I know something’s about to happen. And then, it does. Holy shit!
The blood rushes back to those places.
Oh fuck, oh fuck!
My clit is engorged a thousand-fold. I stare down between my legs but can barely concentrate because I’m about to explode, right on the edge. It’s so close, so insane, I’ve never felt such a buildup of pleasured intensity—
I writhe my hips this way and that, trying to get stimulation. Maybe I can catch my clit on the side of my leg—
“Ah ah,” Logan steadies me, adding restraints that pull my legs further apart. He leaves for a moment, exiting into the shadows.