Page 40 of Reignite

So I was. That sent shivers and tingles and all the other fun sensations scurrying across my body, getting it ready.

“Let’s show ‘em how it’s done, my love.” Gray led me up to the cross and strapped my wrists into the bands.

“You already have this whole scene planned, don’t you?”

“I am the Dom. It’s what a good Dominant does.”

I should have said something like, ‘we’ll see about that,’ or ‘you wish.’ But I loved when he went all Dom on me. This was going to be everything I hoped for and more. I knew it.

I grinned and let Gray take control.

Once again, he was my Sir and I was his submissive. All was right with the world.

“Let’s start with your clothes. This corset is a work of art, the way it shows off your tits, but it has to go.”

He pulled out a small pocket knife and walked behind me. Before I could even protest, he slit the carefully tied laces from bottom to top, not once touching my skin with the knife, and the corset fell to the floor.

The rush of cool air across my skin, and into my lungs was exhilarating.

“While I love having my hand up your skirt. I want this pretty pussy on display for everyone to admire.” He took the knife again and cut a notch in the top of my skirt, then ripped it open, making me naked except for the pretty black lace panties I had on.

Gray growled. Like actually growled like a bear. “I thought I taught you not to wear these around me.”

Goosebumps rose up on my arms. “Did you?”

“Naughty minx.” The panties were gone in two quick flips of the blade.

“That’s what I like to see.” Gray ran his hand across my waist, over my hip, and cupped my ass. “These curves should be shown off, not hidden under clothes and panties.”

Sweet talker.

Gray spent several minutes touching every centimeter of my exposed skin, starting at my lips and working his way down. He alternated between a feather soft touch to a hard grip. His hand squeezed my throat, my nipples, the inside of my thigh, but everywhere else, he was like a ghost, teasing and tantalizing me.

The last place he touched me was my pussy. “You’re wet for me already. Do you want me, Angel mine?”

He had me worked up with nothing more than his teasing, I had a hard time getting out my yes. “Y-yes, Sir.”

His eyes went deep and dark when I called him that. I knew he took pleasure in it, and I took pleasure in his.

“Such a good girl. You know what good girls get?”

“Orgasms?”

“Punished.”

Oh, fuck yeah.

He reached into his pocket again and pulled out a thick black chain with nipple clamps on either end. Oh, wait, not simply nipple clamps, alligator clamps, with teeth that would bite. He showed them to the audience that had gathered in front of the stage, snapping the teeth for them all to see.

He clamped one, and the sting sent shots of pleasure-pain straight to my clit. God, I loved nipple play. The harsher the better. He clamped the other one and let the chain drop between them, tugging on my skin, making me moan.

“I think you enjoy your punishment too much. Remember, you’re not allowed to come until I tell you to. Understand?”

I bit my lip and nodded. I loved these games he played.

“Say it, baby.”

“Yes, Sir.”

---