Page 34 of My Salvation
Lowell steps away for a second and comes back with gold clamps in his hand. I stare up at him, wondering what he is doing.
“These are clamps,” he explains as he slides one end on to each nipple. “I’ll tighten them, and you tell me when it’s enough. OK?”
Oh, shit. Am I ready for this? I don’t know, but I need it.
“Yes,” I whisper, knowing he needs to hear my words.
He clamps them on my nipples, pinching them tighter and tighter in the ring. It’s finally enough for me, tight points of pain and pleasure. His hands reach out to move my breasts from side to side. The clamps feel like they are contracting tighter for a second.
Fuck, yes.
I inhale sharply. The pain and pleasure drive straight down to my pussy like an arrow.
Moaning, I beg Lowell, “Please. Please help me come.”
“Do you want me to use my fingers or my tongue?”
Staring at him, I’m almost lost at the question. Honestly, I want to say I don’t care, but I’ve been thinking of those long fingers in my pussy ever since I first saw his hands.
“Fingers.”
“Really?” He’s surprised by my choice. “Why?”
Embarrassed, I try to look away, but he reaches out and grabs my chin until I look up at him. “Your fingers are so long. I’ve been wondering what they would feel like curled up inside of me.” My face burns as I blush.
His hand tightens in my hair, and he reaches down to kiss me hard, a little less controlled than usual, as if admitting my need was what he needed to hear.
Unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans, he pulls them off. I’m almost entirely naked in front of Lowell now. Kneeling down, he presses his face against my pussy, inhaling deeply, before taking off my underwear.
Thank God I’ve had a wax recently.
I look down at him as he stares at my pussy. His hands clench on my thighs as he lightly blows across my clit. My hips thrust towards him, wanting more. Instead, he takes a deep breath, stands up, and trails his fingers down. Sliding through the slit, he groans.
“You’re already so wet from earlier. Fuck. What I wouldn’t give to taste you. Next time, I won’t ask.” His fingers explore my clit, circling and stroking until I’m begging him to let me come. He stops. “Tell me.”
What? I need this, and he fucking stops?
While I need the words and sounds for reassurance, he needs the authority over me. Controlling bastard. Taking a deep breath, I let it go, because I know he will not continue if I don’t ask for it.
“Fuck me with your fingers, please, Lowell. Stroke my clit, slide them into my pussy, curl them up, and fuck me. In and out.” Holding my breath, I wait for him to move, my body trembling with the need to come.
After a heartbeat or three hundred, he gives me a wicked smile, plunging his fingers into my pussy. His other hand grips my hair and holds my head back so he can watch me as I come. His green eyes burn as he listens to the sounds coming from my throat.
Moaning, I tell him, “I’m so close...now, Lowell...please.” His thumb circles my clit, while his other fingers curl up inside me and stroke me. “Fuck, yes.”
I come hard, jerking up against him, my body clenching his fingers tight. Waves roll over my body, my knees give out, and Lowell reaches out to pull me up and hold me as I ride my orgasm. As my tremors subside, he pulls out his fingers, and I shudder at the loss.
Breathing heavily, I lean against Lowell. Looking down is a shock. I’m spent and almost entirely naked, and this man is hard as a rock and fully dressed. He stands me up against the post again, brushes the hair out of my eyes, then leans down to give me a hard, almost punishing kiss in its intensity. I can feel his cock against my stomach. Anticipation curls in my stomach at what comes next.
Of course, the phone buzzes, interrupting the moment.
“Fuck,” Lowell quietly swears. Breathing heavily, he adjusts his cock and takes a moment to just to hold me. “I guess this will have to wait.”
Reaching up, he loosens the loops and pulls out my hands. He rubs my wrists and hands, then down my arms, briskly, getting the blood flowing freely again.
Looking down, he slides off the nipple clamps. As I watch him pull them off, I can’t help gasping as the blood returns to the spot, making my nipples tingle hard as the pain nips at me. My entire body turns red as I think about the clamps and how the pain turned me on. It didn’t seem to faze Lowell, though, as if he knew what I would need the most.
Lowell drops to his knees again to pull up my undies and jeans. Before he pulls them all the way up, he reaches out to pull me apart so he can see my swollen, wet lips. Stroking lightly across them, he looks at me as he brings his finger up to taste me.
