Page 43 of Interview with a Sadist
Bree sits with her hands fastened behind her back, watching me as I manage to remove her shirt and slide her body back until she’s leaning on the couch. Once she’s shirtless, I pull her skirt off and toss it next to the fireplace, before removing my own shirt and setting my toys on the end table next to the condom I intend to fill. I grab the nipple clamps from the table and dangle them in front of Bree’s face.
“Do you know what these are?” I ask, and Bree nods. “Good,” I say before placing a clamp on each of Bree’s nipples. She sucks in a breath each time, and I lick my lips, my hunger for her growing with the sound.
Once the clamps are secure, I focus on the small dials on each one. Starting with her right nipple, I turn the dial until it clicks once, tightening on her hard bud, and Bree sucks in another breath. I watch her face intently as I copy the action on the left nipple, and she winces again.
“Does it hurt?” I ask, smirking.
“Mm-hmm,” she responds through pinched lips.
My smirk evolves into a smile. “Good.”
I use both hands and turn the dials again, sending Bree’s head slamming back against the couch. I watch the muscles in her chest, neck, and stomach tighten as she tries to breathe through this new sensation of pain.
It’s easy to fantasize about something, but experiencing it is different. Feeling pain is nothing like imagining it, but through it all, I don’t see any sign of regret in Bree’s face. She leans back with her eyes closed and mouth open, and I search her expression for signs of discomfort and disappointment but find none. The pain she is feeling doesn’t cause anguish that makes her want to shout her safe word, but instead forces her mouth open as if she’s pleasantly surprised by how good it feels. Slowly, the tension in her body dissipates, melting off of her like wax, and she lifts her head to look at me, waiting for more.
“Holy fuck,” I whisper to myself, but it comes out much louder than I expected. “You’re fucking incredible. You like it.”
Bree raises an eyebrow and nods. “Yes … I love it.”
“Oh, my god,” I say, shaking my head. “I’m fucking obsessed with you. Open your mouth.”
Bree does as she’s told as I begin to unbuckle my pants in front of her. Her eyes never leave mine as I pull off the rest of my clothes and step forward until I have a foot on each side of her legs, looking down on her with my cock directly over her face. Her mouth stays agape all the way up until the moment I shove myself between her lips.
I grab both side of Bree’s face and begin slowly fucking her mouth like she’s another member of my toy collection. I start gradually at first, using every inch of my dick—pulling all the way out until the tip of my cock dangles on her bottom lip, before pushing all the way in until I reach the back of her throat, only stopping when she gags.
“Your mouth is so perfect,” I tell her between moans, and I mean every word of it. “It’s so good I could come in an instant.”
I have to force myself to pull out because I know I’ll come if I don’t. I take a step back and look at Bree, taking in the dazzling sight of her sitting there completely nude with nipple clamps attached to her tits. She’s fucking stunning, and my cock throbs with anticipation as I step forward and turn the dials on each clamp again, maxing out their pressure. Bree moans as she slams her eyes shut, but I don’t give her a second to recover before I shove my cock inside her mouth again.
This time, I’m not gentle. I grip the sides of Bree’s face and fuck her mouth relentlessly. Each thrust is powerful and made to wreck her, but she doesn’t fight it. With her hands still bound, she accepts it without tightening a single muscle in her neck. I fuck Bree’s mouth until I’m on the verge of coming again, before pulling out and slapping her across the face. She moans with the slap, eyeing me with a look of unburdened desire instead of fearful anticipation. I can barely believe it, but she loves it, and it seals the bond between us. I’m completely captivated by how she responds, and my body reacts without thinking.
I grab Bree by the waist and lift her body until she’s on her back on the couch with her legs in the air. Her pussy is delectable in front of me, and even though I didn’t intend to taste her, I dive forward, my mouth blanketing her entirely. Bree is wetter than I ever could’ve imagined, and I drink all of it down like I’m trying to prevent dehydration.
“Goddammit,” I exclaim. “How do you taste so good?”
I clamp my mouth on Bree’s pussy again and lick until my tongue tires. I suck her clit into my mouth as I lick it, and give my entire mouth a workout until Bree’s body tightens and she explodes, blessing me with more of her wetness to gulp down. She quivers above me as her legs squeeze against the sides of my head while I finish her off, licking her clit with my entire tongue until she comes down from heaven.
“Oh, my fucking god,” she says, her eyes rolling back in her head momentarily. “You’re so incredible, Nolan. It’s so good.”
“I know, Princess,” I reply, wiping my mouth as I reach for the wand and plug it in. “I know.”
I turn on the wand, and the instant it buzzes to life, I press it against Bree’s clit. She jolts from the shock, then releases a drawn-out gasp as I slide my newly-sheathed cock into her pussy and begin fucking her. Her body rocks back and forth as I pound her hard, but the spin of the world accelerates when I grab the tiny chain connecting the nipple clamps and pull it, using it as leverage while I fuck her, still holding the wand against her clit.
“Fuck!” Bree exclaims as she’s tormented by the pain of the clamps and utterly destroyed by the sensations on her pussy and clit. It all mixes together, creating a chaotic pleasure that Bree has never experienced before. She writhes like a woman possessed, taking every inch of me without ever trying to back away. She takes it all like my perfect good girl until she’s ready to fall into bliss a second time.
“Fuck, I’m going to come again” she screams, surprised by the emergence of a second orgasm.
“Yes, give it to me!” I bellow. “Come on me while I come in you.”
Just as Bree’s orgasm storms to life, I yank the chain, snatching off both nipple clamps at the same time and sending a lightning bolt through Bree’s body.
“Fuck! Oh, god!” she screams at the top of her lungs.
“Fuck yeah!” I yell as it all culminates into a body-wrecking tsunami of bliss, and I explode, filling the condom to the brim.
Both of us scream profanities into the air as our bodies ignite with pleasure at the same time. Bree shakes until she nearly slides off the couch, and I quiver until my knees buckle. We end up on the floor next to each other, panting and sweating as we slowly descend from the summit of pleasure, perfectly shattered.
ChapterTwenty-Six
