Page 13 of Claiming Rose

Rose made some slight sounds but nothing loud. “Are you holding back?”

"No, Sir.”

“I want to hear you, love.” She’d clenched her fingers and curl her toes at times, so he knew he was getting to her. Her nipples were a nice pink color and stiff. Time for the next step. Setting the flogger down, he picked up the first nipple clamp.

Since they hadn’t played he started with tweezer clamps and a linked chain. He attached the first one and adjusted the tension until Rose sucked in a breath, then moved to her other breast, caressing it before attaching the clamp.

She let out a small cry and then bit her lip. He shook his head, but he’d get her to be vocal. He toyed with the gold chain hanging between her breasts.

“How are you doing?”

“Fine, Sir.” Her words came out in a breathless rush. Oh yes, she was feeling it. He ran his hands over her body, making sure her arms and legs were warm. Her skin was hot, as if she had an internal fire going. Oliver grinned. She probably did.

Time to take her up another notch. Oliver plucked the bullet off the table. Rose’s eyes widened when she saw it and she shook her head, but didn’t say anything. He grinned and knelt between her spread legs.

“Now, love, I want to see you let go of that control,” he said. He wiggled his fingers beneath her panties, and parted her pussy lips. Then using his other hand, he placed the bullet. Making sure it was tight against her clit before he removed his hands. When he stood, he took the small remote and turned the bullet on.

“Argh.” The sound escaped from her lips.

“Oh yes, love. I can control this with a touch of my finger.” The vibrations went up a notch.

“Oliver, Sir.” Her voice was strained. Rose was pulling at the rope and trying to shift her hips to get more pressure on her clit.

“Let go.”

She shook her head.

“Stubborn, sub,” he whispered and pulled the chain connected to the nipple clamps.

Her mouth fell open and her breathing increased. He was getting there with her. Her eyes were becoming unfocused. “That’s it, love.” He pressed the remote once again. “Let go for me. Let your Dom see you come.”

Sounds escaped her lips, but nothing he could make out. Her body shook, her fingers curled into her palms. Maybe she needed something to throw her over the edge. “Hold on tight, love,” he whispered in her ear before he whipped off the nipple clamps.

Rose cried out as the blood rushed back into her nipples. Her body started to shake, and Oliver realized she’d was climaxing. Her skin was flushed and her mouth open as she tried to get some air into her lungs. So beautiful.

Oliver stayed by her side, quietly crooning to her as she let everything go. Telling her how beautiful she was, and how he loved watching her give everything to him. When her climax subsided, he turned off the bullet and removed it, then began untying her legs.

He glanced up at her. Rose’s eyes were closed, her breathing rapid. Oliver moved to her arms, which were lax as he removed the rope. He kept his body close to hers so she didn’t slide off the chair and tossed his rope on the table. “Damn,” he said softly.

“I got it,” said Noah handing him a blanket. “Take care of her.”

“Thanks.” Oliver took the blanket, put it around Rose as he lifted her into his arms, and carried her to the aftercare area. She’d gone into subspace, something he hadn’t expected. He wanted her to let her tight control go and she’d given him the ultimate gift. Trust..

Sitting down, he cradled her in his lap, making sure the blanket was tucked around her. He kept his voice low and soft, telling her how proud he was of her. That she reacted as he wanted, and he couldn’t wait until they were alone.

He glanced over as two water bottles were placed next to him on the sofa. “I opened them for you,” Noah said. “I’ve cleaned the scene, put all your items back in your bag, and that’s back in your cubby.”

“Thank you, my friend.”

“You’ll have to teach me that trick with the bullet,” Noah said before walking away.

“Now there will be another Dom to torment us poor subs,” Rose said, her voice soft.

“Hi Sweetheart.” Her eyes were open. They still seemed a little unfocused to him. Oliver picked up one of the water bottles, twisted the cap off, and held it to her lips. “Drink.”

He was careful not to tilt the bottle too far, but enough so she could get some water. She tapped his leg and he pulled the bottle away. “Better?”

“Yes.” She gave him a smile. “I don’t think I can move for a while.”

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