Page 24 of Blue Velvet

I nod. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

He underlines his question for clarification with a pinch to my clit. I shriek in surprise and pain, and my arms yank against their restraints.

“Yes, master,” I correct myself.

“Good girl.”

He taps against my clit with his palm, sending another sharp spike of ache rushing through my core, before he retreats. I watch nervously as he picks up some of the toys he’s carried over from the cabinet. He’s holding two small clamps connected by a silver chain that rattles against the wood.

He doesn’t say a word, but I squirm and mewl with fear when he leans over me, reaching for my left tit first, taking my nipple between two fingers and stretching it just enough so he can close the clamp around it.

The pain is bearable at first, very faint actually, but that’s just because he doesn’t fully let go of the clamp. When he unleashes the full force of that damn thing on my nub, I cry out in agony, the loudest I have since he brought me here. The pain is hot, fierce, almost blinding. I’m pretty sure the clamp isn’t even set that tight, but I’m just so damn sensitive.

He leaves me little time to get used to the sensation, but proceeds to do the same thing on the other side. Another cry, and this time I’m wailing, too, as the first set of tears makes its way down my cheeks.

“No, please, stop, don’t-”

“So fucking pretty,” he interrupts my desperate pleas, and I can feel his hand on mine, gently patting me as if I was a little child. I squirm beneath him, my body convulsing in agony as I try to process the hot pain spreading throughout my breasts.

He just stands there, watching me with a dark smile on his face. Our eyes meet and his smile widens. Even through this torment, I have to admit that he’s breathtakingly beautiful. This is not the face of a criminal; no, it can’t be.

I gasp when he reaches down to his crotch, rubbing across the visible bulge.

“See what you’re doing to me?” he says. “Such a pretty toy.”

Sothat’shis thing? Seeing me in pain gets him off?

Luckily, ache such as the one caused by the clamps has a tendency to recede after the body gets used to the tension. Soon, the pain no longer appears like a blinding light, overtaking all my other senses and leaving no room for pleasure. As the stinging turns into warm throbbing, I find myself breathing through not only the pain, but also the bliss that comes with it. The sensation trickles all the way down to my core, changing into something else, something new.

I groan passionately when he touches me there, his skillful hand finding my most sensitive spot within seconds.

“You’re close, aren’t you, toy?”

His observation is spoken as if I was some kind of experiment, his little lab rat.

Any maybe that’s what I am.

“Yes,” I hiss, biting my lower lip as my eyes find his.

He’s still smiling, looking very pleased with himself - and with me.

“Good,” he says. “I want you to come. But not without first asking for permission.”

He’s drawing circles around my clit, surpassing and teasing that one spot that makes me jerk with lust every time he touches and teases me.

“May I please come?” I ask, but it sounds more like begging.

“Not yet,” he declares, withdrawing his hand with one swift motion.

I mewl with disappointment, my eyes following his hand with yearning. I didn’t see what else he put next to me on the stretch bank because it’s hard to lift my head enough to see, but I can tell now that one of the items is a pretty large glass dildo. It’s quite beautiful actually, almost something one could display as a decoration. The main rod is clear, but it’s dotted with blue pearls that cover most of its impressive length.

“Suck on it,” he says, holding the tip of it up to my mouth. “Not that it is necessary, your cunt is dripping, but I want you to.”

I don’t hesitate, compliantly parting my lips so he can stuff the toy between them. I suck on it earnestly, imagining that it was his cock I was sucking on. I really wish it was, and I’m beginning to wonder if he’ll ever let me taste him.

“Good girl,” he says, removing the toy from between my lips. Saliva is dripping on my heaving breasts as he moves the glass dildo down to my core. I blush at the treacherously slick sounds that accompany his motions as he teases my pulsing center with the tip of the toy.

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