He did the same to my other wrist, and then to my legs by attaching the band to my ankles and wrapping it around my thigh.
“I’m in control. If I want you moving, I’ll move you. If you try to get your feet onto me to get leverage, you’ll get something stronger on your nipples and clit.”
His words sent more heated blood flowing towards my poor, abused, clamped clit. I wanted to pull my legs together to protect it, but I didn’t dare.
He put his hands under my armpits, pulled me up and towards him, and all my weight was on my pussy, which was on the donuts. I was pretty sure they were solid silicon — firm without being hard plastic.
And then my heart skipped a few beats because he thrust his hips and bounced me up and down on his cock. My breasts bounced and the clamps on them came alive. The three clothespins on my clit bounced. And his cock filled me and stretched me and the friction was exactly right. He found the perfect rhythm, not too fast and not too slow, and I could only open my mouth in a silent moan because bliss permeated every cell in my body.
Pain and pleasure blended until I had no idea which end of the spectrum any sensation fell. I found my voice and my screams were total ecstasy now. I hoped to the high heavens he’d let me orgasm.
And then I was flat on my back, his cock still inside me but unmoving. Filling me. His hand brushed through the clothespins on my clit, but it registered as sensation more than pain.
My gaze met his. He put his fingers on the clamps squeezing my nipples, just enough pressure I felt it as less, but not enough to take them off. He must’ve counted how long it took for the pain to hit when he took them off before, because a half-second before the fire surged through them, he removed them and ordered, “Come.”
That was all my body needed. The next thing I knew, I was writhing and spasming on the bed, his body over mine, his cock filling me, pressing in hard without bottoming out. Pure pleasure and ecstasy. Perfection wrapped in an orgasm.
When it was over, he put the clamps back on my already sore nipples, and tears surged to my eyes. “Oh, please don’t, Sir. They hurt so bad.” It came out whiny and breathy, but I couldn’t help it.
“Oh, sweetheart, I know it hurts terribly, but can you feel your cunt wrapped around my dick? It’s squeezing me so much tighter now that they’re back on. You want me to enjoy your cunt, don’t you?”
I nodded. “Oh, yes Sir! But they hurt!”
He kissed my forehead and lifted me again. “I know, sweet Ember.”
This time, he mostly held me still while he pounded into me from below, but he slammed into me hard so it didn’t make the clamps or clothespins move around any less.
He moved me to the bed a few times to fuck me, and he usually took the clothespins off my clit when he did, but then they’d go back on and he’d lift me so I was sitting on his dick again, my arms and legs useless.
I don’t know what made me do it, but when he finally told me I could come, and I realized he was coming into the condom, I let my orgasm take me over and then I changed into a swan. My legs weren’t a problem, they easily slid from the restraints, but my wings nearly broke trying to form while my arms were forced bent. The ends of my wings came out of the wrist cuffs, but the elastic bands squeezed the tops of my wings and hurt the tendons and ligaments that make them move.
My swan squawked in pain and fell backwards instead of flying up. In horrible distress, she let me take back over, and I changed back to human.
The bands were still around my upper arms, with the empty wrist cuffs hanging from them when I sat up.
Within seconds, Dementor had them off, and he massaged my upper arms. “Fuck, Ember! Are you okay?”
“Yeah. I thought I’d change and heal the damage. I thought I’d slide out of the bondage.”
“How did Able manage that? How did he keep you in bondage? Did he just not come when you did? Because I don’t like that option.”
I rubbed my upper arms. They didn’t hurt anymore but my inner swan needed the assurance. “I wore a slave chain around my waist, and it was magicked so I couldn’t change. One of the slavers in Faerie put it on. It was too small to get over my hips, and there was no way to get it off over my arms and shoulders. There was no clasp. Able had a device that removed it and put it back on, but it was keyed to his energy signature, so no one else could use it. Aaron had to take me back to the same slaver to have it taken off after Able died. Queen Mab said there was a fifty-fifty chance she’d kill me if she tried taking it off. Queen Titania wasn’t in power, so Sophia didn’t bother asking her.”
“Ah. Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yes. I’m not healed as much as I’d be if things had gone smoothly, but that’s okay. It’s enough for me to remember our evening without so much pain I can’t function.”
“I was going to offer to let you change during our morning sex tomorrow. I wish you’d trusted me to make sure you’re okay.”
His words were like a knife through my heart. He’d had a plan, and I’d messed it up. I’d messed up our aftercare, too, because now I didn’t need to be taken care of and attended to while I was in a sex-induced sleepy haze.
“I’m sorry. Fuck, D. I messed up our evening.”
He pulled me into a hug. “I’m just glad you’re okay. I wanted to remove the bands but I wasn’t sure if your swan would realize I was trying to help, and I worried she’d hurt herself worse if I came at them.”
I bent and straightened my arms, rotated my wrists, opened and closed my fist, and finally wiggled my fingers. “I’m fine. The bands didn’t break any bones, they just fucked with the tendons that open and close them. Everything healed when it reformed. There’s no pain.”
“Well, I have to say that having a woman’s cunt squeeze around you as it comes off you because it’s shrinking down into something tiny is an experience — one I won’t mind repeating, but preferably when you aren’t in bondage.” He took a breath. “And the energy. I felt you pulling on our joined union. It was a like a battery that fueled your change. It makes sense, but I had no idea that’s why you needed the double orgasm — why we have to come together.”
He wasn’t the first to like it. Able had rarely allowed even his inner circle to experience it. Before Sophia had negotiated better terms for me, when Able could still whore me out, he charged ten times as much to take the chain off so I could change when the john and I came together. He only allowed it when he or one of his most trusted lieutenants was present, though. He wanted to make sure no one hurt me or messed with me in swan form. After she negotiated terms, he’d occasionally allow it for someone in his inner circle as a birthday present, or as a reward for a job well done.
Dementor didn’t need to know any of that, though. I picked up a few broken feathers from the bed. “I made a mess. I’ll collect them and throw them away. I’m sorry.”
He put his hand on my arm. “We’ll do it together, but I don’t want to throw them away.”
I rolled my eyes, but handed the ones I collected to him once we had them all. He went to the kitchen, got a tall glass from the cabinet, and slid them into it, so they looked a little like a flower arrangement.
“Seriously?” I asked.