Page 37 of Friends with Benefits (Club Risqué)

Stepping closer once again, he palmed one of her breasts, teasing the already taut nipple, pinching and twisting the hard, little tip until she closed her eyes and moaned in delight. "I see my memory hasn't deceived me," he said with a wicked grin. "I seem to recall these little nibs being so very sensitive!"

Trinity's breath shuddered out. It was true. Her breasts might not be overly large, but they were highly sensitive, something a lot of men overlooked because of their size.

She wasn't sure what turned her on more, the fact that Christian was deliciously torturing each little nub or the fact that he remembered.

When he'd treated both nipples to the expertise of his mouth as well as his fingers, and Trinity was panting and wondering if she might come from nipple stimulation alone, Christian took her by surprise and deftly attached a pair of clover clamps to her tightly beaded nipples.

She sucked in an audible breath at the first pinch. As sensitive as she was, it always hurt like a bitch when they were first attached, but as soon as the second clamp was in place, the pain morphed into a delicious heat that swept through her entire body.

Trinity felt a sheen of perspiration prickle the back of her neck and across her shoulders as the sensations swamped her senses and heat bloomed between her legs, making her ache to be filled.

"Please, Christian…" she groaned then yelped as a sharp slap landed on her pussy.

"What is my name, Trinity?" he growled.

"Umm…Sir?" she supplied, only to receive another spank which scrambled her mind all the more and had her lust ratcheting up another notch. How was she supposed to think when he was doing such delicious things to her body?

"More specific," he demanded as Trinity panted and tried desperately to bring her brain back online.

"Master?" she whimpered, but Christian delivered another blow to her hot, quivering pussy, and Trinity wailed. She was so very close to coming. One more slap to her pussy and she'd explode.

"More specific!" Christian exclaimed. Then he ran his fingers through her drenched folds and growled. "You do not have permission to come."

"Oh God!" Trinity whimpered, only to be met with another slap to her most intimate area. With her legs stretched wide against the cross, she was completely open and exposed to his hand, and this time, he slipped a finger inside her clenching channel then drew it out and inserted two. Trinity couldn't help herself; she canted her hips forward in a silent plea for more.

"God is not my name either, Trinity." Christian removed his fingers, and she mewled in distress at the loss, as he moved up to slick her throbbing clit with her slippery juices, just enough to tease her maddeningly.

Goddamn it, what did he want her to say? She couldn't hold out much longer against this sensual torment, and her brain was completely stupefied.

Christian bit down on her neck then moved along a fraction and bit the fleshy part of her shoulder. His fingers didn't let up in their tender assault. Trinity threw her head back, and an odd groaning, gurgling sound escaped her throat as she frantically tried to control the orgasm she could feel building.

She wanted so desperately to please him, but the pleasure he was delivering was insidious, creeping into every part of her bound body.

He was close enough that his bare chest rasped against her own, leaving a constant reminder of the clamps he had attached as her nipples throbbed and swelled.

Sucking in a loud breath, Trinity struggled to engage her brain, desperately willing herself to fulfil his wishes. It would absolutely kill her to let him down. Her own pleasure was always secondary to her Dom's, for the simple fact that it would be completely diminished if she had to face the humiliation of disappointing him.

She was a service submissive; her greatest pleasure came from serving her Master and doing it well. As such, physical pleasure was always secondary to that because her mind would be enmired in the shame and indignity of failure, and that would overshadow whatever physical pleasure she felt.

The very thought of failure had the fog clearing in her brain momentarily, but it was enough.

"Night," she rasped triumphantly. "Master Night!"

She felt Christian smile against her shoulder, which he kissed before moving behind her once again and murmuring, "Good girl."

Those little words of praise had her as euphoric as the orgasm that had been building inside her.

When the wide leather strap landed its first stroke against the rounded globes of her backside, Trinity sucked in a contented breath and unconsciously launched up onto her tiptoes.

She couldn't remember the last time she’d felt this fulfilled and satisfied.

The strikes pleased her because they pleased him. Not everyone would understand how her mind and body could work that way. It was just the way she was wired, and she had learned to accept it years ago.

The slap of the belt resounded in her ears, and the pain morphed both physically and mentally into something far more pleasurable. The more Christian spanked her, the more her pleasure grew and the more she wanted to take him inside her body. Not only to appease the raging fire within her, but also to reward him for the wonderful gift he was giving.

When the final strike abated, Trinity mewled in protest. Christian stepped close behind her, cupping her flaming cheeks in his hands and igniting that delicious flare of pain once more as he rubbed.

"No more," he decreed gutturally, harsh desire evident in his voice. "You're dangerously into subspace, and I don't think you're sentient enough to tell me when to stop."

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