Bound, Spanked and Loved: Fourteen Kinky Valentine's Day Stories
Genre: BDSM
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by Ashe Barker
I know when he approaches me, I can sense him, right
behind me. I lift my head when he lays his hand across my hair. My eyes are
closed. He strokes my hair, then closes his fist around a handful of it. He
tugs my head back and around to face him as he crouches beside me.
"Look at me, Rose." His voice is not harsh,
but I know I must obey.
I open my eyes. His face is close to mine, his own
eyes a deep blue, more intent than before, and his handsome features hardened
into that Dom mask I recognise. I should be scared. Incredibly, the more
controlling he becomes the safer I feel.
"Sir?"
He breaks our connection to peruse my naked body,
then captures my gaze again. "You're beautiful, little sub."
"So are you, Sir."
He smiles. "You think so now. I may be able to
cure you of that. I'm going to start by clamping your nipples."
My reservations of just moments ago evaporate.
"Yes, Sir. Thank you."
"Put your hands behind your head."
I lift my arms and do as he tells me. He strides
across to the chest of drawers where he picks up a pair of clamps, then returns
to stand in front of me. He opens his hand before my face to allow me to study
the delicate-looking tweezer clamps, then he slips them into his jeans pocket.
"Stand up, Rose, and keep still."
It's not so easy to comply with my hands positioned
as they are but I manage to get to my feet. I know what to expect. He will
squeeze and twist my nipples to make them erect, hard as pebbles, then he'll apply
the clamps. This will hurt. It's my first test.
"Look at me while I do this. Don't look away,
don't lower your eyes, or close them. I have no near neighbours so no one will
be disturbed. You can be as vocal as you please. Do not suffer in silence, I expect
you to let me know how you are feeling."
"Yes, Sir," I whisper.
He takes each of my nipples between his fingers and
thumbs and tightens his grip, He tugs, and I step toward him.
"Did I tell you to move?"
"No, Sir. I apologise."
"No, indeed. I distinctly instructed you to keep
still. I expect you to obey."
"I'm sorry. I will, Sir."
"We'll try again then. Remember, you have safe
words if you need them."
I gnaw on my lower lip as he takes my nipples in his
harsh grip again and goes to work. He compresses the tender buds between his
fingers and thumbs until I can't contain my squeal of pain. Only then does he
stop ramping up the pressure, though he does not reduce it one jot. He twists,
tugs, tortures the swollen peaks as I yelp and whimper in pain. The entire time
his gaze is locked on mine, his eyes searching for - what?
It's too much. I open my mouth to
utter yellow, though it might come out as red.
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