Page 42 of Rediscovering Rubi

Her blue eyes were full of mist and shadows, and he knew she was really deep in subspace. But he kept his gaze on hers, needing an answer.

“I’m trying to see… I’m not sure yet. It hurts so much, but it feels so good. I can’t explain it.”

“Okay, babygirl. You’re doing great.”

He kissed her again: her mouth, then her forehead as she closed her eyes and leaned back once more.

Understanding that she was probably at the edge of how much pain she could tolerate, he pressed a finger to her wet hole, massaging around the edges, then stroked her clit. It grew hard under his touch, and she tried to arch her hips against him. He put a hand on her hip.

“No, baby. Hold still for me.”

She managed to quiet herself, and this time he attached a yellow clothespin to the labia on the other side while stroking her clit, and she took it much more easily. In fact, as soon as the wicked little clothespin closed over her sensitive flesh, she took in a short, gasping breath, then, as her body relaxed into it, her pussy grew even wetter.

He used her juices, his fingers sliding over her clit, then pushing inside her, and instantly she was clutching at him, her sweet cunt contracting.

“Ohhhh….”

He quickly added a few more clothespins all up and down her folds, and with every new pin, her channel pulled tight, she got wetter and wetter, until he had eight of them on her gorgeously pink flesh, and she was practically gushing onto his hand.

“Keep your eyes closed, babygirl,” he told her.

Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out a small bullet vibe and turned it on. Her lashes fluttered, but she kept her head back, eyes closed, her thighs quivering as he moved the vibe closer.

As he jammed three fingers inside her and began to fuck her hard, he touched the vibe to the tip of her clit. She exploded instantly, crying out.

“Ohhhh! God… fuck, Logan!”

Keeping the vibe to her clit, he kept fucking her until he could feel she was starting to come again, then he withdrew his fingers, and opening one of the clothespins, he carefully pulled it off.

“Oh, fuck!” she yelled.

He knew any kind of clamp hurt worse when it was being removed as the blood rushed back into the area, but he also knew pain could drive her climax to new heights. He kept working her clit as he pulled each pin off, and each time she screamed her pain, screamed her pleasure, and she kept coming. And every scream, every shiver, made his dick harder and harder.

“You’re doing so great, babygirl.”

It was time to take the nipple clamps off her. Pulling his cock free of his jeans, he got in between her pretty thighs and bent his knees so he could thrust into her—but not yet.

He kissed her mouth, then lowered his head to swirl his tongue over her tortured nipples, and she let out a low mewling noise that made his cock twitch with need. He poised his cock at her entrance, and as he pinched the nipple clamp open, he thrust up into her, impaling her on his rigid shaft.

“Ohhh! Yes… yes, yes…”

He started to fuck her, and she felt so damn good. He loved how the chair held her wide open for him, allowing him to plow so deep into her.

“Fuck, baby,” he said, as pleasure began to roar through him.

He quickly pressed the other clamp open before it was too late, and they yelled together, pleasure and pain and the connection electric between them. He came so hard he was momentarily blinded, and all he knew was sensation, andher.

His girl.

But he needed her to come again. Needed tomakeher come.

He still held the vibrator, and he shifted a bit so he could get his hand in between their bodies, and still fucking her with his half-hard cock, he pressed it to her clit. It wasn’t long before she shattered once more, her cunt squeezing his cock, soaking him with her juices as she yelled and moaned, bucking against her restraints.

She was panting and almost hiccupping as she gasped for air, and he held on to her. He buried his face in her hair, trying to get his own shivering under control.

After a while he could breathe again, and he slipped from her body, then unbuckled the cuffs and the strap holding her. She nearly fell into his arms, her body trembling, and he carried her to the big chair, sitting her in his lap.

He stroked her hair, held a water bottle to her lips and made her drink, then had some himself. It felt so good just to sit there with his girl, cuddled up, stroking her silky skin, so close after they’d come so hard together.

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