As Good As Guitars Ch. 17

Olivia lifts her head. "No." Suddenly there's a sharp pain, and I look down to see that she's put a clamp on my nipple. For a second I want to call amber, but even as I'm opening my mouth the sting fades and there's a rush of heat to my clit. Olivia moves her attention to my left breast and her fingers never stop moving, and it's not long before there's another pinch as she fits the second clamp. I can't stop the moan of disappointment when she removes her hand from my knickers and almost absentmindedly gives me her fingers to lick clean.

"Pay attention." She removes her fingers from my mouth, letting me watch as she links the clamps by a long chain and hooks a small weight onto its centre.

She lifts the weight to my lips. "As long as you keep your mouth closed, it won't drop. If it does... well, you only have yourself to blame." I close my teeth around it firmly, wondering what dropping it will feel like and half hoping I'll find out. "Good girl. Now turn around for me - hands on the bed." As soon as I'm facing the other way she pulls my knickers off, making me wonder if she's going to spank me again. My wrists are still tied together, so I spread my legs so as to better keep my balance, well aware of how that must look for the camera.

Olivia moves away for a moment, and when she comes back I feel something cold trickling between my buttocks. I guess it must be lube, and sure enough, something presses firmly against me before sliding surprisingly easily inside.

"Do you like that?" I nod without thinking, tensing up as the chain swings. "Good... let's see how you like this." There's a pause and then whatever she's put inside me starts to vibrate.

"Oh god!" The sensation makes me cry out before I have time to think and the weight drops, pulling at my nipples. It's intense and a little painful.

"Dear me, that was disappointingly fast. Let's try that again." She lifts the weight back to my mouth and I take it carefully. Her voice turns gleeful. "I've just had the perfect idea for a game. I'm going to spank you again, and this time you can count for me."

I shake my head, even though the thought turns me on.

Olivia laughs. "I don't know why you're complaining - I'm only proposing to spank you once. Although of course it won't count if you don't. Ready?"

I nod carefully, trying to suck in enough oxygen between my clenched teeth.

She smacks me. I can't bring myself to open my mouth. When she spanks me a second time I squeak but still don't say anything, not yet wanting to feel that pull again.

"Now you're just being stubborn."

She sounds amused rather than angry but this time she spanks me several times in quick succession, until finally I can't stop myself. "One! One, please... one." The weight drops and I wail again, and then her fingers are rubbing against my clit and the sensations all melt into pleasure. The chain swings as my hips move faster, and for a long glorious moment I think I'm going to come - until Olivia lifts her hand and reaches forward to remove the clamps. The sting as each comes off is as bad as when they went on, bringing me back from the edge.

Olivia strokes a hand along my spine, gently soothing. Then she kneels down, peeling off my stockings and unbuckling my heels. "On the bed, on your back."

The vibrator's still going and my knees are shaking, but I step out of my shoes and do what I'm told. Olivia takes my wrists and ties them to the headboard, then stands over me, looking down at my naked body.

"How badly do you want to come right now? On a scale of one to ten."

I look up at her. "Nine?"

She smiles. "Not enough."

The teasing ratchets my arousal up another notch. "Please?"

Her fingers dance over my clit and I push up against her as if I have no control over my body. "You really are very wet. Ask again."

I'm not sure if I'm speaking or just moaning. "God... please, I'm so close..."

"No." She slaps me, her hand connecting sharply with my clit. The sting makes me catch my breath even as I'm lifting my hips, begging for more.

"Ten! Please!"

"I didn't say you could ask again." For a moment she just watches me writhe beneath her, and that only makes me even hornier. I've never given anyone such complete control over my body, and it's liberating.

Olivia climbs onto the bed. "Lift your hips." I gather what's left of my senses and push my pelvis up, my muscles starting to tremble almost immediately. "If you can stay there, I'll let you come. How does that sound?"

Her fingers slide into me, reducing my reply to a whimper, and when I feel her tongue I have to remind myself to breathe. She moves slowly, teasing me and making me do all the work as I frantically thrust up against her. The vibrator hums away inside me and for a long moment I'm balanced on an exquisite knife-edge until finally, finally, she reacts, licking at me hard and fast as my orgasm approaches and then I'm crying out and bucking my hips into her face as I come over and over again.

She doesn't lift her head until the last of the aftershocks have subsided. I think she's smiling as she switches off the vibrator and gently removes it, but I can't make myself react. I'm too exhausted to even thank her before I drift into sleep.

~

I don't think I can have been asleep for long, but when I wake up the room has changed around me. The curtains are drawn, letting the afternoon sun flood in, and the armchairs are back against the wall. I sit up carefully, wincing as several aches make themselves known.

The bedroom door's open and through it I can see Olivia and Graham leaning over a laptop, looking at the photos. I suddenly remember exactly why I'm here, and I'm nervous about what Graham may have captured. I slip out of the bed and grab my cardigan, pulling it tightly around me.

As I enter the living room Olivia turns around, relaxed in jeans again. "How do you feel? We've got some great shots - I think you'll like them." She smiles, all traces of the dominatrix gone. "Why don't you get dressed and then you can have a look."

Still a little embarrassed, I collect my clothes and head for the bathroom, grateful that I thought to wear my most comfortable bra.

Graham hands me a mug of tea when I emerge. "You must be thirsty. Here, see what you think." He turns the laptop towards me and I start to scroll through the pictures, at first seeing myself fully dressed and nervous. Then I'm upside-down over the armchair, looking just as wanton as I'd felt. I'm surprised when I see myself licking Olivia - Graham's caught my expression, and I'm clearly enjoying myself.

I click through faster, remembering how I'd felt as Olivia progressively undressed me, seeing myself get more out of control with each shot. By the time I'm lying on the bed my eyes are glazed and my hair and makeup are in complete disarray. I look nothing like how I normally see myself. To my surprise, the collection ends with several pictures of me asleep, curled up and peaceful. In one shot Olivia's pulling the covers up over me, her expression one of satisfaction at a job well done.

It takes several minutes to view the entire collection, but eventually I turn around. "They're incredible. I never imagined I could look like that... Thank you both so much."

They're both smiling, proud of their work. Olivia takes the laptop. "It was our pleasure. I know you said you were going to give the photos to Mark, and you can keep the flash drive, but do you want to choose a few for Graham to blow up and frame? It seems a shame not to."

I hadn't thought of framing any. Perhaps Gil could hang them in the playroom... I'd like that. "Yes please, that's a great idea." I drink some tea, thinking about it. "If I'm going to give him proper pictures I'll wait until his birthday. You won't say anything, will you?" As I ask I realise that I no longer mind that Gil will see Olivia more than once between now and November.

Olivia laughs. "Of course not - client confidentiality at all times. Now then, let's help you choose."