Victorious (37 page)

“F-Fluff.”

“Do you need it?”

Only because I’m determined to try everything once, I shake my head.
 

He moves to the other side, and because I know what’s coming this time, I’m seized with tension. “Keep breathing, sweetheart. Lots of breath.” He kisses and teases my other nipple until it too is standing at attention. As if it’s not attached to me, I want to warn it about what’s coming. I want to tell it to take cover. It pops free of his mouth, and again he provides comfort with soft, caressing strokes of his tongue. But I’m wise to him this time. I don’t let down my guard, so I’m better prepared for the searing pain of the second clamp.

However, I’m not able to contain the scream or the thrashing need to move away from the pain.

His hands on my hips keep me in place.
 

When I feel his lips on my face, I realize tears are spilling down my cheeks, and he’s kissing them away. Time seems to stand still. I have no idea if we’ve been here an hour or a day. My entire world has been reduced to the compressed tips of my breasts. I tremble violently from the painful pleasure that radiates from my clamped nipples, making the rest of me feel tight and liquid and hot, so very, very hot.
 

He’s kissing my neck, his hard cock is pressed tight against my belly, and I’m desperately afraid his chest will brush against my abused nipples. “Ready for more, sweetheart?”

Though I’m not sure I can take any more, I bite my lip and nod.

“Words, Nat. I need the words.”

“Yes, Sir,” I say, sounding breathless even to my own ears. “I’m ready for more.”

“Keep your eyes closed and remain still. I need your promise that you won’t move.”

“I won’t move.”

“No matter what?”

“No matter what.”

And just that quickly he has brought me back once again to the edge of sanity. I hear him blowing on something, and then smell the candle being extinguished. I’m so aroused and anxious, I can barely get air to my lungs, but I do as he wishes and keep my eyes shut and my body still.
 

Until the first splash of hot wax connects with my belly.
 

The sound that comes from me is a combination moan and a groan. It doesn’t hurt so much as sting, the heat radiating from the spot where the wax landed. A second splash lands on my left breast, the next one on my right breast. He leaves a trail of wax down the front of me, saving the last heated blast for my bare mound.
 

“Talk to me, Nat. Tell me how it feels.”

“It… I… Hot. I-it’s hot.”

“Not too hot?”

I shake my head.
 

“Do you want to come?”

“Yes, please.”
 

“Not yet. We’ve got one more toy to play with, but first I need to do something about the mess I made with the wax.” He kisses the center of my belly. “Stay right there.” I feel the bed shift as he gets up. “Keep those eyes closed.”

I sag into the mattress, taking advantage of the break to force deep breaths into my lungs. I’m acutely aware of the pinch of the clamps on my nipples. It’s no longer a fiery pain but more of a dull ache. The wax has dried on my skin, making it feel tight.

“Those eyes had better be closed,” Flynn says as he returns and gets back on the bed. He’s loving this. I can hear it in the euphoric tone of his voice, and I can’t deny that I love it, too. I love not knowing what’s going to happen next. I love anticipating that the end, however we get there, will be spectacular.
 

An icy chill hits my skin, sliding from my core to my belly and up to my breasts. Ice. Oh God…

“Hold still, sweetheart.”

The ice connects with my clamped nipples—both at the same time—and I nearly levitate off the bed. I make noises that barely sound human, but I can’t seem to control them.

“God, you’re so hot, baby. The way you respond to everything is so amazing.”

His words permeate my addled brain. I’m pleasing him. He’s happy. I’m floating on a cloud of contentment even as the drumbeat of desire continues its relentless march. “I’m going to turn you over now, sweetheart.”
 

I’m aware of him turning me, the ribbon twisting loosely around my wrists and of the sharp pull of the clamps as my breasts fall forward over a mound of pillows.
 

He’s kissing my back, my bottom, between my cheeks, licking me, making me crazy. He sucks for one, glorious second on my clit before leaving it begging for more. I hear a click, and the liquid sounds of lubricant have me on alert. “Just my fingers, love.” He’s pressing against my back entrance in that insistent way of his. I know how to stop him, but I don’t say the word. Then his fingers are gone and something else is there. Oh God, the balls, the string, he’s pushing them into me, one at a time. I try to remember how big the biggest one was and squirm a bit, trying to seek relief from the unrelenting pressure.
 

The slight movement causes a tug on the chain that connects the clamps, setting off a fiery blast of pain. I don’t want that to happen again, so I remain still as he continues to insert the balls. How many of them were there? I wish I had counted.

“Tell me what you’re thinking, sweetheart.”

“That’s enough.” The words sound as if they are ripped from me.

“That’s only half of them.”

I grunt as another one, the largest one yet, presses against my entrance. “It’s
enough
,” I say on a whimper as I begin to sweat.
 

“You know how to make it stop.” He holds me open for his tongue, swirling it into me, around my clit and back to where the balls are stretching me. Then he reaches under me and gives the chain the slightest of tugs, making me scream. The balls continue to come. If I’d known he was going to put them back there, I never would’ve chosen them, but it’s too late to change my mind now.

“Three more,” he says. “The big ones.”

“N-no… No more.”

He rubs my bottom with his big hand. “You can do it, sweetheart. Here we go.”

My safe word is on the tip of my tongue, but I don’t say it. I can’t say anything as I focus on the overwhelming pressure and intense sensation that burns through me as the final three balls are inserted. He kisses my back. “You did it, honey. You took them all.”

I can’t speak or breathe or move from the fear of jostling one of the areas on my body that’s been taken over by him. Then I feel his hard cock pressing at the entrance to my body, and I begin to tremble all over again. Because of the balls, the fit is exceptionally tight.
 

“Try to relax and let me in,” he says gruffly.

“It’s too big.”

He laughs. “He gets bigger when you compliment him.”

“That wasn’t a compliment.”

That only makes him laugh harder as he rocks into me a little at a time, gentle but insistent. I’m convinced he’s going to split me right in half.

He tugs on the handle connected to the balls, drawing the largest one partially out of me and letting it sit half in and half out until the pressure becomes so intense that I nearly utter the word that would stop everything.

Seeming to sense I’m reaching my limit, Flynn reseats the ball, presses his fingers to my clit and reaches under me with his other hand to remove the clamps. “You can come, Natalie.”

As the blood rushes back into my nipples in a flood of excruciating pain, I explode. I come apart so completely, I lose all sense of place and time as everything goes dark.
 

My eyes flutter open to discover the room itself has gone dark. I glance at the clock on the bedside table, and I’m shocked to discover it’s an hour later than it was when I came in here. An hour. My God…

Flynn is snuggled up to me, his front to my back, his arm around me, my arms untied from the ribbon. He kisses my shoulder. “Welcome back, sweetheart.”

“What happened?”

“You came so hard, you passed out.”

“That’s a thing? That can happen?”

“Yeah, baby. It happens.”

“How long was I out?”

“Only a few minutes. I was right here with you the whole time, making sure you were okay.”

“Wow.”

I cover the arm he has around me with my hand. “Did you…”

“Oh yeah. Big-time.”

Shifting to find a more comfortable position, I discover the balls are still in place, and I groan.
 

“What’s wrong?”

“The balls…”

“I knew I forgot something.”

I elbow his belly because he never forgets anything.
 

Nuzzling my neck, he says, “I wanted you fully awake and aware when they come out.”

“You’re just too good to me.”

He cups my breast and squeezes my sore nipple gently between his fingers. “You did so great, Nat. You gave yourself over to me. You gave me your trust and your desire. You gave me everything. It means so much to me to receive those things from you and to know you love me.”

His words of praise and approval go straight to my heart. “I do. I love you so much.”

“I love you more.”

“No way.”

“You just have to accept it.”

“Never.”

His low chuckle makes me smile.
 

“Did we really just have sex for an hour?”

“Yep.”

“Damn, you weren’t kidding when you said you know how to draw it out and make it last.”

“But the ending…”

“The ending was spectacular, as promised.”

“Glad you think so. Tell me more about how it was for you. I want to know everything.” As he speaks, he runs his fingers through my hair, which calms and soothes me. Gone is the Dom, and in his place is the tender lover who has initiated me into a decadent life of sensual extremes.
 

“The clamps hurt more than I expected them to.”

“I was surprised you chose them when you could’ve picked anything.”

“I was curious about them after seeing them used at the club the other night. I can’t imagine the clit clamp, though. That just went on my list of hard limits.”

“Fair enough.”

“I chose the candle because I thought you’d only use it for atmosphere.”

Laughing softly, he says, “A common rookie error—underestimating the imagination of your Dom.”

“I’m learning that’s a bad idea where you’re concerned.”

“My imagination knows no limits, especially when I get to play with you. What did you think of the wax?”

“I couldn’t believe that it was actually arousing to have hot wax spilled on my body. I wouldn’t have thought I’d like that.”

“Everything once…”

“…twice if we like it.”

“So we liked the wax?”

“We did. The ice was a bit much, though.”

“Fastest way to get rid of the wax. Hot and cold play often go hand in hand. The two extremes make for a heady experience.”

“If I wanted to do that to you sometime, would you let me?”

“Which part?”

“The hot and cold.”

“I might be willing to cede control, but only temporarily.”

“Ohhh… In that case, I want the cock ring in the mix, too.”

He releases a low groan. “That can be arranged. What did you think of the ribbon and having your arms bound?”

“I liked it and the way it forced me to give over control to you.”

“I liked that, too.”
 

There’s something else I want to tell him. I just hope I can find the right words. “I was thinking…”
 

“About what?”

“I love that what we do together is nothing at all like what happened to me so long ago. It’s not even remotely similar.”

“I’m so glad to hear you say that.”

“Feels like an epiphany of sorts to realize one has nothing at all to do with the other.”

“No, it doesn’t.” He nuzzles my shoulder. “You want to get rid of those balls?”

“Any time now.”

He begins slowly, tugging on the string with one hand and stroking my bottom with the other as the largest ball pops free, leaving me gasping and sweaty. The others come easier, but he takes his time, drawing out the removal for maximum effect. By the time he drops them on the floor next to the bed, I’m hot and bothered and on the verge of yet another orgasm.

“Flynn…”

“Yeah, baby?”

“I want to come.”

His low growl is the only warning I have before he rolls me onto my back and buries his face between my legs. It takes three strokes of his tongue to finish me off.
 

I open my eyes to him looking down at me with a goofy smile on his face.
 

“Why are you smiling like that?”

“Because I love you. I love that you just asked me to make you come. I love having you here in this place that I love and knowing we have days and days to spend together with no one and nothing to bother us.”