Sub for a Week (18 page)

Walking around in front of me and the cross, Daniel brushed back a few stray hairs that had fallen in my face. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, Master."

"Am I scaring you?"

I trembled. "N-no, Master."

He raised his eyebrows at me, seemingly not convinced. "Are you sure?"

I started to nod, but then remembered that in this kind of situation, words were his preferred method of communication. "Yes, Master."

"Am I making you nervous?"

"Yes, Master."

"Good."

With that, he stepped out of my line of vision, leaving me with a view of the back wall that was just as plain as the floor. Unable to find something to set my focus on, I closed my eyes and let my head fall forward. The burning in my shoulders I was used to feeling after a long day's work slowly made itself known. I fought it back and tried to think of something else.

The sound of a chain caught my attention, and I opened my eyes. Daniel was still out of view, but I could sense him somewhere behind me. The air cooled whenever he took a step around me, but either he'd taken off his shoes or I'd gone partially deaf, because I couldn't hear him.

A hand reached around from behind me, gently caressing my breasts. I moaned and leaned forward the best I could, pushing my backside closer to wherever Daniel was standing. But no matter how much I fought against my restraints, I just couldn't get within range.

He laughed and squeezed my breast a little more, paying close attention to the nipple. I held back a whimper and instinctively went to close my legs. I couldn't move. I couldn't even use my body language to show him what I wanted. What I
needed
most.

His hand moved to my other breast as he drew slow arcs across the nipple he found there. My skin was on fire. Meanwhile, my breasts and clit seemed as though they were encased in ice. They had a different sensation entirely, and the longer Daniel pinched, tugged and pulled, the stronger those feelings became.

I couldn't feel my hands.
My feet.
Even my head seemed as if it been detached. All I could feel—all I knew—was whatever he was doing to my breasts.

"I need you to breathe," Daniel said somewhere in front of me.

I tried to open my eyes, but they refused. Somehow, I was still able to nod, and with a little effort, I took in a deep breath of air.

"Keep doing that.
Nice, even breaths."

I did it again, and immediately thought of the doctor's office. All he needed now was a frigid stethoscope on my back and—

"
Ohh.
"
I squirmed away from the bite on my breast, which didn't help at all.

"Breathe, Jules."

I sucked in a breath.
Held it.
Let it out when I heard Daniel breathing beside me. He took a deep breath. So did
I
. We did it again, and as we did, the cold bite on my breast returned.

"Seeing as your back is a lovely mess of red stripes, we're going to have to try something else," Daniel explained. "I'm going to close the clamp now. It's going to hurt. Are you ready?"

"Yes, Master."

"Tell me when the pain is almost too much."

The cold teeth on my nipple tightened.
More.
Even more.
I winced. Ground my teeth. When I squeezed my eyes tight, the pain subsided a bit as Daniel adjusted the pressure.

"You didn't listen," Daniel began, flicking and tugging at the other breast. "This isn't a game of 'let's see how long you can hold your breath until you pass out,' Jules. But it should be a little painful." He paused and tugged on the clamp that he'd put on moments before. "Is this too much?"

"Yes, Master."

The clamp eased off some more. At least now it was manageable.

"Better?"

"Yes, Master."

His breathing was steady, and I did my best to match it. Lightheaded from monitoring my breaths, I gasped when the second clamp went on. Daniel tightened it.
More.
 

"There," I said, warning him this time before the pain got to be too intense.

"Good girl."

When he released the clamp, I had to hold back a cry of surprise. They felt a lot heavier without him holding on to them, and when I leaned forward, I realized he'd linked a chain between them.

"Those won't be on for long," Daniel assured me, his voice coming from one side of the room.

A drawer opened. I could hear him as he placed a few items on top of the dresser. But even with the heavy thump of some and a slight thud of others, I had no idea what to expect. Something that sounded almost like a condom wrapper tore open, and I wiggled in place.

The pain in my nipples had already begun to subside, but just as soon as it did, it burned anew when Daniel hit something against my ass. The chain between the clamps swayed one way, then the other, gently tugging at the delicate flesh. I threw my head back and let out a silent cry. There were no words. No sound. Just pressure building from my chest and past my lips.

I struggled for breath and hung my head between my shoulders. The bite against my breasts passed, and Daniel smacked me again.
Harder this time.
Ice swept through my veins, forcing my nipples to perk, which made the clamps hurt even more.

But the longer I stood there in pain, the less I felt. With every hit against my ass, the pressure intensified. Yet, the feel of metal biting my breasts became even less apparent. That is, until the spanking stopped.

Daniel held a hand against my back and reached around me. "Breathe."

I shuddered. The clamps were going to come off. A part of me wanted them to stay, to see how long I could take the pain, but the promise of relief was too strong. I sucked in a breath and cried out when the clamp was removed.

"Holy fu—" I cut myself off, biting my bottom lip. "That hurts!"

Daniel laughed from somewhere behind me.
"Ready for the second one?"

Wait ... there's more?
I shook my head, but prepared for it anyway. And as soon as I drew in a breath, the final clamp was removed.

I opened my eyes, but tears blurred my vision. I whimpered and choked back a sob. It hurt, but there was an underlying sense of pleasure that I just couldn't place. The burning on my ass from the spanking I'd received was nothing compared to the pain around my nipples. I cringed and hoped Daniel hadn't planned on touching them for the rest of the night.

I'd never had overly sensitive breasts, but now they were the complete opposite. Just looking down at them made them hurt like a bitch.

Cupping my face, Daniel kissed me, and as he did, his fingers caressed my cheek.
My neck.
Down between my breasts.
I stiffened when I thought he was going right for a nipple, but instead, he circled around them.

My hips thrust forward the farther down he went, and I arched my back when the first delicious wave of warmth radiated from my clit. Using his entire hand, Daniel parted my pussy lips with his fingers, pressing his palm against my clit when he slipped a finger inside.

I whimpered.
Moaned.
Tried to pull my breasts away from his arm while my hips pressed toward him.
Each time he pushed a finger inside me, his arm brushed against a nipple, reigniting the bites I'd felt earlier. Together, between the pleasure and pain, I was well on my way to my first orgasm of the evening. And by the look of it, Daniel wasn't planning to stop at just one.

Daniel withdrew his finger, added a second one, and slipped them back inside. He didn't go near my G-spot this time. Instead, he thrust in.
Withdrew.
Pushed them in again, all the while keeping the bottom of his palm on my clit.

Rocking my hips the best I could, I urged him to go faster.
Harder.
Deeper.
I wanted to feel him—all of him—and that wasn't going to happen until he'd finished with his games. Intoxicated with need and my own heady scent as it permeated the room, I was on the verge of losing my mind and being too far-gone when Daniel stopped.

He stepped away, leaving me with a pounding heart and the breath I couldn't seem to catch. Luckily, he didn't make me wait long, and soon I could sense him behind me again. I listened to his even breaths as he opened what must've been a bottle of lube. He squeezed it out onto his palm, which I had no doubt ended up on his cock.

Something cold pressed against my anus, and panic swept through me.
Anal.
It was the one thing we'd discussed but hadn't done. It was a hard limit, or so I thought, but then why did I want to see where we'd end up?

Leaning forward the little I could, I thrust my backside in Daniel's direction.
Let me try it.
Maybe I'd even like it. If this was going to be our last night together, I didn't want him to send me home with any regrets. I'd wanted to experience the lifestyle, and to do that I had to push boundaries.
No matter how much they might push back.

His finger circled around the rim of my anus, and each time he did, it felt even better. My breath was shallow, almost non-existent as I closed my eyes, focusing on the very gentle, very light touch he had.

I whimpered when he moved his hand away. "No," I breathed, shaking when he pressed another finger to my clit.

"I know," Daniel replied, parting my pussy lips with a set of fingers. "A hard limit is a hard limit. I won't push you—"

"No," I said, shaking my head. "I mean ... I want to try. Please, Master. Let me try."

His fingers lifted from my pussy as he stepped around front so he was facing me. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, Master. It ... I want to try."

"We should get you on the bed, then." Holding one arm around my waist, Daniel uncuffed my right hand, followed by my left. "Hold on to my shoulders a sec so you don't fall."

Once I did, he knelt down to uncuff my ankles. My legs wobbled. My knees threatened to buckle. Every inch of my body felt as if I'd lost control. Liquefied from the inside out, I couldn't tell if I was high from the pain, the pleasure or both.

"Are you okay to walk?" Daniel asked, standing up to put his arm back around my waist.

"If you want me to fall flat on my face, sure."
I cringed when my back spasmed.

"We can't have that, can we?" He flashed me a sheepish grin and gently walked me over to the bed. "Lie on your back with your butt hanging over the edge a bit."

And in that moment I realized that my time with a Dom had ended. Daniel's crude and terse remarks were gone, replaced with concern and encouragement.
Dom to client.
The way he could just turn his personalities on and off like that amazed me.
I'd helped clients with multiple personalities before, but this was a whole other level of complex and strange.

One minute he was a strong, assertive Dom, and the next, he was putting my concerns before play.
He's training you.
In my eyes, it didn't matter. A Dom is a Dom regardless of whether he's training or has been with a sub for years.
Not all Doms are created equal.
Man, that's for sure.

Making sure I was scootched down to the edge of the bed, I rested my heels on the bed frame. Daniel pulled a few more items from a drawer before kneeling at the foot of the bed.
 

"Comfortable?" he asked, smiling up at me.

"Sure beats being chained for another half hour," I admitted, laying my head back to avoid any kinks I might feel later on.

"The view's not too shabby either." He laughed, but in the next instant he was nothing but serious. "Here, put your feet on my shoulders. That's a good girl. Now, the way anal works is very different from me just fingering your pussy. I want you to concentrate on how you feel and tell me if things get too intense. Remember the safe words, and we'll go from there."

I nodded and closed my eyes, completely focused on what he was doing. Digging my heels against his shoulders, I drew in a steady breath when something
cool
pressed against me. Though I hadn't watched him, I knew there was a lot of lube. Everywhere Daniel's finger touched, a cool sensation trailed behind him.

 
"Breathe for me, Jules."