Awakening Ch. 08byfuninthesungirl19©
Should I have feared my punishment? I didn't. I'd been dreaming of being whipped by Ryan, of orgasming as he lashed me. Anticipation surged through me.
"You are supposed to look at least a little nervous at the idea of punishment, you know..." Ryan remarked, laughing. "My reputation will be in smithereens..."
"I think your reputation will be just fine..." I said, snidely. Women approached me all the time, asking me if I could introduce them to Ryan. It got tiring after a while.
Smack. His hand had reached around, and he'd spanked my naked ass. I could feel the heat spread from his hand, through the rest of me.
"Don't be snide, kitten, it doesn't suit you..." he rebuked. "Come on, up you get, take off all your clothes, please."
I did as I was told, quickly pulled the t-shirt over my head, and throwing it onto the bed. I stood there naked, at the side of the bed, a little self-conscious. Ryan lay in bed, naked, on his side, just watching me.
"You are so gorgeous..." he murmured.
I felt the colour rise in me. He was openly staring at me, and I felt the urge to cover myself.
"Eye contact, please, Maya."
Damn it. I was embarrassed by his scrutiny. I reluctantly met his eyes. They were laughing. Damn it, this gorgeous guy who had me dreaming of being tied up and whipped was laughing at me. I couldn't keep the irritation out of my eyes. I didn't like this.
"Cup your breasts, Maya. And then, pinch your nipples. Hard. Pull on them, make it hurt."
What? I was shocked. I couldn't touch myself in front of him. I hesitated.
His mouth tightened in an annoyed line. "I really hate repeating myself, Maya. It will get worse if you don't obey."
I obeyed. Biting my lip, I cupped my breasts. "Offer them to me." His voice was hoarse. I snuck a look at him. He was hard and ready to go. Gods, I wanted him in my mouth; I wanted to taste the hard perfection of Ryan; wanted to reach with my tongue and lick that tip of pre-cum, glistening on the head of his dick. I was dripping wet.
I held my breasts towards him, as if on a platter. "Please, Ryan, will you touch my breasts?" I asked. My voice was breathy with need and want and longing.
"Pinch your nipples."
I lightly pinched my nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. Damn, but this was getting me wet, touching myself in front of Ryan, in response to his firmly-voiced commands.
"Pinch them harder, Maya." His voice was clipped.
I couldn't hold back a moan as I pinched harder. Unconsciously, I pressed my thighs together, trying to subtly rub them together, my pussy clenching, as I tried to bring myself to an unobtrusive orgasm. But of course, he was having none of it.
"Oh come on, Maya, legs apart." His voice was laughing. "Do you really think that will be allowed? If you want to come, you'll have to ask me for it."
"Please make me come, Ryan..." I said promptly, longing etched in my voice. I was standing, naked, in front of him, while he ordered me to pinch my nipples; I had no pride about asking him to make me orgasm.
"Not just yet, kitten..." "Pull your nipples away from your body, Maya."
I moaned, again, as I obeyed. His eyes were on my breasts as I complied with his order, stretching my nipples out, pulling them away from my body. My nipples grew hard as they responded to this rough treatment. I bit my lip as I fought to keep my legs open, as I'd been ordered.
"Offer them to me again, Maya."
I cupped my breasts again, and held them towards Ryan, the need obvious on my face. My nipples were standing out; they were larger than I'd ever seen them. I could feel them throb. I didn't speak, words didn't seem necessary.
"Nice," Ryan muttered, appreciatively. "See how they've grown, Maya..."
He was still on the bed, watching me. It was weird; I was embarrassed to be touching myself in front of him, even more embarrassed at how turned on I was getting... my body was flush with arousal, my pussy was dripping.
"Let's add some nipple clamps, shall we, Maya?" Ryan said, softly.
I moaned. When we'd played with the clothespins, back at the cottage, it had been really, really intense. I wasn't sure how I felt about nipple clamps...
My trepidation must have shown on my face.
"Relax," Ryan soothed. "They won't really hurt, you'll be fine ..."
"The clamps are in the dresser, Maya. Top drawer, left hand side. Please fetch them for me..."
Fuck, I would have to get them? I coloured all over. I had to turn away from the bed to get the clamps, and I could feel Ryan's eyes on my back. Unconsciously, I added a swing to my hips as I walked away from the bed.
The clamps were shaped like tweezers, with little bells at the tip. I found them exactly where he'd said they'd be. Pity, really, since the dresser drawer was full of interesting looking toys, balls, gags, cuffs. I wanted to stay and explore the contents of that drawer.
Ryan laughed behind me, a rich, wholehearted sound. "We have plenty of time later to explore that drawer together, kitten..." he said, warmly. "Now, bring the clamps here, please." His voice was even again.
I walked towards him, maintaining eye contact, trying hard to keep the blushing under control. I was naked, my nipples were hard, and I was about to hand him a set of nipple clamps. I was mortified at how wet I was by this.
"Nice," Ryan repeated, taking the nipple clamps from my outstretched hand. "Now, Maya, pinch your nipples again, offer your breasts to me, and beg me to clamp your nipples."
Holy crap. I gulped. I was going to have to ask him to put the clamps on? This was intense, this was... shit -- this was my punishment!
My eyes flew to his face. "This is my punishment, isn't it?"
He laughed. "You would have had too much fun with the whip... it would have hardly have qualified as punishment, would it?"
My lips twitched in response. Gods, he was devious. "What makes you think I'm not enjoying this?" I asked him, as my fingers tweaked my nipples, hard. I pulled on them, hard, yanking them away from my chest. They elongated. I let myself moan, sneaking a peek at his face. His eyes had shut momentarily in need. Good. I liked affecting him.
"Please Ryan," I asked, my voice now soft, hesitant, needy. "Please, Ryan, will you put these clamps on my nipples?"
He got up, in one fluid motion from the bed. His cock stood erect. "Since you asked so nicely, Maya..." He came up to me, pulling my back against his chest. "Raise your arms..."
I complied instantly. I lifted my arms above my head, and leaned against his chest, feeling his erection press against my ass. Mmm. This was really hot.
"Ready, Maya?" Ryan's voice was easy, relaxed, a calm counterpoint to his obvious arousal. Quickly, he placed the clamps on my nipples, and set the bells tinkling.
My muscles had clenched in anticipation of the pain, but it didn't hurt, not any more than my nipples being pinched. My nipples were throbbing though, and molten need was threatening to overflow my pussy...
I moaned, again. "Please, Ryan..."
"Please, what, kitten?" Damn his calm. I was shaking with need. The bells jingled. He was still pressed against my back, his hands tracing idle circles around my breasts. My breathing was uneven.
"Please fuck me..."
"A very tempting request, but not just yet, I think..." His hands trail lower, now tracing circles around my belly button, and then, lower still. I held my breath, parted my legs slightly to allow him better access. Would he touch me?
He did. He dipped one finger into my wet, waiting pussy, but carefully away from my clitoris, keeping his other hand on my clamped nipples. I moaned, again. "Please..." It was all the words my brain could form.
"See how wet you are, Maya... here, taste..." His finger was at my mouth. My lips parted, I sucked my pussy juice from his finger. The bells chimed again. What was Ryan doing to me? I felt so wanton, erotic.
"Still want to get whipped?"
I nodded. Yes, I definitely wanted to get whipped. My pussy was throbbing in response to the pulsing in my nipples. I was a wet, quivering mess under Ryan's control, yet I felt incredibly alive. I wanted more.
He led me to the St. Andrews Cross.
"You can be tied up facing the cross, or facing outward," he explained, "but let's do outward since you have the clamps on."
He made it sound like I had a say in this, which was such a lie. Not that I really wanted a say, I loved Ryan's evil plans for me.
He was quick and efficient as he strapped my ankles in the restraints. I obediently held my arms up above my head; those were cuffed to the cross as well. I gulped. My legs were spread wide, and I felt very, very exposed.
I chewed on my lower lip.
"Want a drink?" Ryan asked, kindly.
Actually, now that he mentioned it, I realized I was pretty thirsty. "Crazy hot sex can do that to you," I giggled to myself.
He wandered away to the kitchen, to reappear a moment later with my glass of red wine.
"Your arms seem to be tied up at the present, Maya," he said with some amusement, looking at me, holding my glass. "Here..."
He held the glass so I could take a sip. I blushed. If I was meant to feel helpless, it was working...
A few drops dribbled from my chin, onto my breasts. He groaned. "Maya, you are killing me here..." he muttered, as he lowered his mouth onto the spilled drops of wine. I hissed, trying to push my hips towards him. It was all too much to bear, the warmth of his tongue against my breasts, now lapping at a nipple... now his fingers were setting the bells ringing again, and his hands were all over my body... my brain stopped working; all I could do was feel...
He stopped, moved away from me, towards the dresser. He was obviously trying to steady his breathing. I was inwardly triumphant.
"You know," he said, considering me quizzically, "it seems to me that you aren't holding still very well. He held up a belt-like strap. "I think I should help you out here..." He moved towards me, placing the belt around my waist, and quickly strapped my waist to the cross. I moved experimentally against it to see how much slack I had. Not a lot at all.
"Much better," he said, his lips quirking. "I do love seeing you all helpless and tied-up, kitten..." His hands traced my nipples, setting the bells off again. Heat radiated from them, all the way down to my pussy. I'd been wet for hours, I couldn't take it anymore.
"Ryan, I can't take much more of this..." I begged.
He just grinned at me. "And we haven't even introduced the whip yet..." he said softly, looking at me. He leaned in, and quickly kissed my lips. "I love seeing you tied up like this..."
Back once more to the dresser, and then back again. This time, Ryan held a many-stranded black whip in his hands. I stared at it in curiosity.
"It's a flogger," he said, in response to my unasked question. "Not too long, made of suede, it's a good, beginner flogger. Definitely more pleasure than pain, or so I've been told." His voice was amused again.
My eyes were still on the flogger. Experimentally, I tested my cuffs. Damn, I was secured pretty well.
"Nervous?" Ryan asked, looking at me intently.
"A bit," I admitted.
"Why?" He glided the flogger on my skin. I took a sharp, inward breath. Every nerve in my body tingled in response. I moaned.
"Why?" he repeated.
"I don't know... it's too much..." It was the transition, I thought. Earlier today, I'd been on a plane, consumed with nerves at the thought of our upcoming meeting. Earlier this evening, I'd cried on his couch, and been comforted in his arms. And now, I was tied up, bells on my nipples, and he was going to flog me? It was just too much of a pendulum shift...
"Kitten..." Ryan was in front of me, looking into my eyes. "What's wrong? Do you want this to stop?"
"No." I definitely didn't want that. My voice was stronger.
"Do you want me to put away the flogger?"
I shook my head. I was feeling a bit like an idiot, killing the mood. "Sorry, I just needed a moment. I'm okay now."
He looked at me steadily. His hand came out, fingers softly stroking my jaw. He leaned forward and kissed me. It was the softest kiss, all warmth and reassurance. "Are you sure?"
"You know, this will stop anytime you want. Just say no. Or safeword."
I nodded, again. He looked so concerned; I wanted to reach out and touch him. "I'm okay." I said, again.
"Okay, then, Maya." His voice changed, it was now crisp. "Ready?" With that, he raised the flogger, and expertly brought it down on my thighs.
Ooh. Wow. It felt like little strands of fire on my skin, but they didn't burn me, they just warmed me up. An answering fire started kindling within me. I clenched my fists in the cuffs, my toes were curled in the leg restraints. This was wonderful...
"More, please..." I begged.
Ryan smiled at me. "Happy to oblige, kitten..." The flogger came down again, this time on my stomach. My muscles clenched. My nipples ached deliciously in their clamps; the bells chimed as I moved.
And again, this time on my right hip. And again, left hip.
His hand rose and fell, leaving flames behind where the flogger touched me. He whipped me steady, but with care -- avoiding my clamped nipples, and staying clear of my pussy. I was pushing myself towards the flogger, as best I could; I was burning up, my body begging for release...
"Ryan, I can't..." I begged. I couldn't take much more of this...
He must have agreed, because he leaned in towards me, kissed the side of my neck. "Almost there, kitten..." he whispered into my ear. Then, with a quick movement, he removed the clamps from my nipples, and before the blood started rushing back into the nipples, the flogger had delivered four firm strokes on my breasts, and Ryan had dropped on his knees in front of my parted legs, three fingers pushed into my gushing pussy, his mouth on my clitoris, skillfully pulling me on the path of arousal, till my knees began to shake, my hands clenched in their cuffs and my thighs tense. Then it was all flames and heat and warmth everywhere, as the most glorious release erupted in me, starting at the point where his mouth was meeting my body, and spreading through my body.
"Umm, wow..." I said softly, when I could form words again. That had been the most amazing experience of my life. "I think I like your playroom...."
He laughed, as he unbuckled me, and grabbed me to steady me. "Come on, kitten," he said firmly. "You're exhausted. Time for bed..."
He carried me out of the playroom, and down the hall to his bedroom. I felt so vulnerable in his arms, so small and soft and oh-so-breakable. Warning bells were breaking out in the back of my head, far away, cautioning me that I wouldn't find walking away after two weeks easy at all. I shook my head, determined to ignore them. This was not the time to dwell on that.
He lay me down on the bed; I fell asleep in his arms.