Page 11 of The Secret Club
Greg flicks his gaze up to my face and is now watching me to see my reaction as the ice against my nipple is becoming painful. I squirm—not trying to get away, just unable to remain still against the onslaught of sensation. He seems to like that reaction; I can feel the length of his cock rub up against my hip in his trousers.
“Good girl,” he coos. Those words spark my clit and instantly my worries drop. All I want is to please him and hear him say it again. The first ice cube is almost melted so he lifts it off, drops it back into the bowl and picks up another one, placing it back over my painfully cold nipple. Again, his eyes are back on mine. It’s hurting and he knows it. I start to breathe through it. I feel the pressure to move become almost too much when he lifts the cube and replaces it with his hot mouth. Sharp pain is then followed by glorious warmth and then pressure. He sucks with such a force, I’m sure my nipple hits the back of his mouth. He sucks and sucks until I hear a pop where he’s released my now puffy red nipple. Greg smiles down at my breast, he looks pleased with how it looks. He shifts and moves to the other side of the bed to do the same with the other nipple. Every touch of Greg's hand or mouth builds within me, the ecstasy rising asI watch him enjoying himself, enjoying my body, enjoying his control over me.
When my left nipple is as puffy and red as my right, Greg pulls back and places the bowl back on the bedside table. He picks up his camera and takes a photo of my breasts. One front on from the end of the bed, and then one from each side. I can’t even imagine what my face looks like, high on pain and lust, so I’m glad to know he’s not allowed to include that in the photos.
I watch as Greg opens a drawer on the bedside unit and pulls out what look like cable ties and a pair of safety scissors. My heart starts to beat a little faster now. I’ve seen these used in porn, but never imagined them on myself. I don’t know what they will feel like, but it won’t be long until I find out.
“Sit up and drop your arms, come sit here on the edge of the bed,” Greg instructs, pointing in front of him. He kneels down in front of me and proceeds to hold one breast while hooking and tightening the cable tie around it. Once he has both ties on, he takes it in turns to pull the ties tighter, squeezing around my breasts a bit further so that my breasts are now two balls of flesh. Right now the ties are tight, but not uncomfortable.
Greg sits back on his heels to admire his work. In a flash he’s raining open hand slaps on my breasts. One, two, three, four. The breath is knocked out of me, but I stay as still as I possibly can. Greg eyes meet mine, he leans forward and pulls the ties tighter. Much tighter. He sits back again and watches as my breasts begin to bulge and are turning purple in colour. Looking me straight in the eyes, he slaps my breasts in tandem one after the other. He’s observing and delighting in my reactions at his hands beating down on me. Greg is hurting me and it’s quite clear he’s enjoying doing it. As for myself, I am loving watching the beast within him come out to play. For me, it’s watching that unravelling and being at his mercy that is the biggest turn on.
Stopping the slapping, Greg leans over my right nipple and sucks it deep into his mouth and stays there sucking. My breasts are now throbbing from their restriction in addition to the slaps. Simply sucking my nipple is now making beads of sweat form on my forehead. This feels wrong and right all at the same time. I moan. Greg bites. I scream.
Greg moves over to my left nipple and sucks it just as hard while pulling at the increasingly tender nipple on my right breast. The tug on the nipple in his mouth has me reaching my fingers down to my clit. My body is thrumming with a need for a release, this desire is building out of control—I need to come right now. Greg notices the movement and doesn’t stop me. Just a couple of strokes is all I need before I’m unravelling, my climax tearing through my body like nothing before.
Greg continues sucking until my quivers have subsided. He releases my nipple looking up at me in awe. “You meant what you said about enjoying this.”
“Yes,” I breathe out. “You have no idea what you are doing to me.”
“You have no idea how much I am enjoying your body already. Oh the things I’m going to do to you…” Greg whispers in my ear, his breath sending waves of pleasure down my skin.
Standing up, Greg walks over to the bedside table and pulls out two clothes pegs. When he’s back kneeling in front of me I notice my breasts are now a deep angry purple. He pinches at my nipples, trying to pull them into peaks and places one peg on each nipple. Mother of God, the bite is extreme. I begin to whimper. Greg, runs a hand down the side of my face.
“Shhh little one. There is my good girl. You can take it. I know you can. Look how beautiful your breasts are. Stunning.”
Tears build in my eyes until they start to leak at the edges. Greg leans down and sucks at the side of my bulging purple breast. He sucks deep and I know he’s leaving me a hickey. Around he moves, below and over the top of each breast,sucking eye-wateringly hard and leaving his marks as he goes. When enough of each breast is covered in his marks, he releases the clothes pegs and I breathe the deepest sigh of relief. Suddenly, his mouth is back over each one, sucking and I shriek as the pain and the blood flow seep back into my nipples.
Greg picks up the camera again and once again takes photos from the front and sides of my throbbing breasts. Setting down the camera, he reaches under the bed and pulls out a cane.
My eyes bulge at what he has in his hands. I’ve never been caned before, but I’m pretty sure whatever Greg has planned will hurt beyond anything I’ve ever felt, especially while my breasts are still tied up like they are.
“A couple of taps for you Roxy. You are being my most favoured muse. Would you like to take this one small punishment for me?”
I move my head hesitantly and nod. I’m nervous, my blood pumping loud in my ears. I don’t really want to hurt even more than I do right now, but I do want to please Greg. I want to please Greg so much, I’ll do anything. He smiles at me like I’ve just given the right answer.
“I’m going to give you two strikes on each breast, Roxy. I want you to count with me. Use your safe word whenever you need. Hands behind your back. Hold each elbow tight. Do not let go, there will be an extra tap for each disobedience.” He pauses for a moment to ensure I understand the instructions and have moved my arms behind my back. After my nod he pulls the cane back.
Neptune, Neptune, Neptune.I chant in my head. I can do this.
“One,” I gasp as the cane cracks down on my left breast. My body doubles over in agony. Fire is burning in a path across my skin, a white hot line of fury where the cane hit. Stars are blinking behind my eyes as they fill with pools of water. If Ithought my breast was throbbing before, that was nothing to the pulses that are emanating now.
Greg waits and watches me. I’m still bent over, careful to not touch my breasts to my knees so as not to cause even more pain. I breathe deeply. My body has started to shake, tears have erupted down my cheeks. Slowly I rise again until I’m sitting up on the bed and my back is straight. Meeting Greg’s eyes, I give him permission with them for the next so-called ‘tap.’
“Two,” I wail as the whoosh of the cane hits my right breast. Another shot of searing pain and I fold into myself again. Full body shudders encase me. I force my hands to stay on my elbows by pure determination alone. I stay bent over for longer than the first time, quivering and chantingI can do this, I can do thisin my head. I wait until I can catch my breath and my shudders subside to quivers. I suddenly feel like I’m freezing and burning up at the same time. My body feels cold but heat is radiating from my breasts like pure lava.
Finally, I unfold myself and I’m back to sitting up straight but no longer still. My eyes meet Greg’s again bolstered by the strength of lust I can see in his eyes. I give the smallest nod and he extends his hand out again with the cane.
“Three,” I whisper just before it hits square on my left nipple. I let out a loud sob. My right hand almost unclasping my elbow to move in front of my chest and soothe my burning skin. I find myself looking down to see if the nipple is still there as the fury of the pain emanating from its location is almost unbearable.
Greg is smiling wider now, the bulge of his hard cock obscene in his trousers. He’s enjoying the show I am putting on for him, he’s reveling in my suffering. “One more my beautiful muse. Now don’t move those arms or it’ll be two.” His voice is deep and rough, and though the words seem benign his tone is cruel almost, like he’s hoping I’ll fail and he can give me an extra strike.
I’m ugly crying now, tears flow down my face in rivers, but I try to keep my facial expressions in check. I want to do this, I can do this. For him. I want to finish this for him. I sit back up straight, tighten my grasp on my elbows, and take my time moving my eyes back up to meet Greg’s.
“Four,” I croak out as it hits straight across my right nipple and I black out for a moment.
Greg drops the cane, catching me before my body hits the floor, the pain becoming too much for my body to handle. He starts kissing the side of my neck and mutters soothingly, “There’s my good girl, you’ve taken your punishment so very well. Such a good girl. I can’t wait for you to see the beautiful lines you have across your perfect breasts.”
I’m shaking, full body sobbing at the pain still pulsing from my chest to the rest of my body.
