Bound to the Bad Boy (7 page)

But her poor nipples hadn’t been
clamped in four years, so it might take a while to adjust. Sure, she had tried
pinching them herself whilst masturbating but it just wasn’t the same as the
hard unforgiving bite of clamps.

Matt held up a pair of handcuffs.

“Now, sub. I’m going to put these
on. What’s your color?”

“Green,
Master.”
She nibbled her lower lip.

“Good.” He smiled. “These are to
keep you in place and to stop you touching yourself or offering yourself any
relief.”

“Yes, Master. Thank you, Master.”

Matt closed the one handcuff over
her left wrist, and then wrapped the chain around the tap at Megan’s head. Then
he closed the other handcuff over her right wrist.

“How do they feel?”

Megan tilted her head to peer up
at her hands. She was chained to the sink.
Naked.
The
thought made her smile inwardly. It was an image that would have many a
feminist balking with rage. But here, between her and Matt, it was about what
they both wanted. She was giving him the power.
Handing over
control to him.
And it wasn’t exactly like he’d chained her up to do the
dishes. She
was
the dish.
The main course.

“They feel good, Master. Thank
you.”

He ran a hand over her left
breast, cupping the full mound and letting out a low whistle. “Such great
breasts, sub.
Makes me want a tit wank right now.”

Megan eyed his strong hand as he
toyed with her heavy flesh and followed it along to his tattooed arm. She
adored the colorful pattern of ink that told its own story. She wondered if
he’d had any new ink on his torso in their time apart. She would love to see
his bare chest, his rippling stomach with its own six-pack of hard muscle and
the gorgeous v that ran down over his hips like an arrow to his large cock. She
had used the image many a time to masturbate, even when pretending that it was
not his body she pictured.

“Would that please you, Master?”
Megan was aroused by the image of taking his gorgeous cock between her tits and
masturbating him until he spurted his hot cum all over her. She would open her
mouth and swallow his salty-sweet ejaculation with enthusiasm. She had missed
the taste of him, even how his girth made her jaw ache when she sucked him off.
Many a time after performing fellatio on him, she’d had an ache in her jaw for
days afterwards. But it was an ache that made her smile because it was worth it
just to take him in her mouth.

“It would. But there’s time for
that. Right now, I want to focus on you.”

Time?
Time was the one thing that they didn’t really have. She had a job and
commitments in the city. She would have to get back there soon. To her boring
little dead-end library job where her days were quiet and lonely and her poky high-rise
apartment with its faulty shower and empty fridge. Sure, it would be great to
go back there.
To leave all this heat and pleasure behind
again.
To be alone, without her best friend who she had missed so much
it hurt as if she’d actually been stabbed in the gut.

“SUB!”
Matt’s raised voice startled her. “Are you focused?”

She swallowed. “Yes, Master. I’m
focused.”

“Well, keep it that way or I’ll
have to teach you how to behave all over again.”

“Yes, Master. Sorry, Master.”

Matt was right. She should be
focusing on the here and now, not ruining this one night with thoughts about
her miserable life. The life she had hoped would be better than staying in
Cherub. The life she had tried to convince herself that she wanted. The life
where she spent virtually all her time thinking about Matt, dreaming about
their time together, yet telling
herself
that she
didn’t think about him at all. Who was she trying to convince? Where did
reality begin and fantasy end? With Matt it had all been so real, yet so
impossibly decadent.

Too good to last…

She wanted to feel that real
again.
That decadent.
That anything
was
possible.
That good.

Matt leant over and took hold of
her left nipple in his mouth. Megan gasped as he sucked at the bud until it was
fully distended. Then he lifted his head and took her hard bud between his
finger and thumb. “Ready?”

She nodded.

He placed the end of the clamp
over her flesh and let it take hold. She winced and curled her fingers as the
initial pain set in.

“Relax, sub. Breathe deeply. Let
the clamp do its magic.” He stared deep into her eyes and she was warmed to her
very core. Matt had always possessed the ability to see into her, to reach down
inside her and to calm and soothe her. How had she ever let him go?

You know why.

She took a few slow breaths,
allowing her body to adjust to the extreme sensation. When she felt ready, she
nodded again.

Matt repeated the process with
her right nipple. When both of the clamps were in place, he held the cylinder
up. “I’m going to turn this on low. Then I’m going to pay your cunt a visit.
You can tell me if your color changes but most importantly, whatever I do, I do
not want you to orgasm. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.” Megan knew how difficult
this was going to be yet she also welcomed it. Being lavished with attention
was wonderful, even when she had to exert incredible self-control. She had
become quite good at holding back her orgasms. But then, she’d had plenty of
practice in the past.

How would she cope now?
After so long?
When she was already on the brink…

Matt flicked the switch on the
cylinder attached to the clamps and they began to vibrate. The sensation
immediately sent Megan gasping. The pleasure and pain mingled so that she didn’t
know where the one ended and the other began.
Oh delicious, sensual agony.
She writhed on the kitchen island,
unable to offer herself any relief. She pulled her knees up and dug her toes
into the black marble, lifting her hips and swaying from side to side. Had Matt
known that it would be a struggle for her, this first time after four years?
Was that why he had cuffed her? So that she would be prevented from pulling the
clamps from her now tender flesh?

But as the sensations continued,
she began to relax. Her nipples throbbed between the unforgiving teeth of the
clamps but the vibrations sent delicious little shocks right through her core,
tingling in her clit and clenching in her womb.

 
Matt moved to stand at her feet. He took hold
of her hips and pulled her to the edge of the counter, so that her bottom sat
right at the end and her legs hung awkwardly apart. It stretched out her arms
so that the cuffs pulled at her wrists, their cold circles digging into the
fragile bones. Excitement pooled like spiced wine in her belly. She
moaned,
head back, breasts thrust outwards and jiggling as
the clamps continued their unforgiving attention.

Matt picked up the can of whipped
cream and shook it.

“Your cunt is so hot that it’s
melted the cream.” He covered her pussy again. She peered down at the frothy
white mound covering her Brazilian wax. It looked like shaving foam.

Matt grabbed her legs and pulled
her thighs to rest against his chest. He bent her knees over his shoulders then
pulled something out of his back pocket.

“What’s that?”

“What did you say, sub?” He
glared at her.

“Sorry. I just…I thought…”

“What did you think?”

“That you were going to…”

“You thought I was going to eat
out your sweet little cunt, did you?” He shook his head.

“Yes, Master. I’m sorry…but I
thought that’s what the cream was for.”

“Well, as it’s been a while since
I’ve seen you, I thought it would be nice to see more of you.
Hence the razor.”
He lifted the plastic double-bladed device
so that she could see it clearly. “Don’t worry, it’s a new blade.
Nice and sharp.”

Megan blinked. He was going to
shave her?
With whipped cream?

She lay back on the counter and
closed her eyes.
Relax. He knows what
he’s doing. He won’t do anything to harm you.

“Color?”

This whole scene only worked with
trust. A razor near her pussy made her nervous. She usually opted for waxing
because she feared cutting the sensitive flesh down there. But now Matt, with
his large powerful hands and intense gaze wanted to use one on her. Could she
give him that much power? She had never let anyone shave her before.

She shuddered as he ran a finger
over her clit. Up and down. Up and down. He caressed her inner lips then teased
her cleft. She wanted him so badly it hurt. She would not get what she longed
for without surrender.

“I am green, Master. Please
continue.”

He nodded then removed the
razor’s cover. Megan kept her eyes shut tight. She inhaled the unusual aroma of
sweetened cream and her own arousal. It was laced with Matt’s fresh masculine
scent. They smelled so good together.

Her heartbeat increased.

The only sounds in the room were
the buzzing of the clamps and her breathing. The clinking of the cuffs against
the metal mixer tap as she moved her hands. Then the slow crunching of the metal
blade meeting the short line of pubic hair that remained after her recent
waxing.

Slowly and carefully, Matt
removed all of her pubes. She tried not to wriggle, afraid that even the
slightest of movements could lead to a cut. It was almost impossible to keep
still with the torturous assault upon her nipples and the burgeoning arousal
deep inside.

But Matt’s hand was steady. He
moved her gently each time he needed access to another section of hair. His
touch as he parted her lower lips, and the sharp caress of the cold razor blades,
increased the tension in her pussy. She ached for release and it took all of
her strength not to beg for relief.

 
Finally, he gave her a nudge.
“All done, sub.”

“Thank you, Master.”

He moved away from between her
legs and opened a cupboard in the island. She watched him. He took out a sponge
wrapped in cellophane. Once he had removed the plastic wrapping, he soaked it
in warm water. He wiped her carefully, attentively, until all traces of the
whipped cream were removed from her flesh, even cleaning between her buttocks.
The act was so tender and so intimate that Megan’s eyes filled with tears.

She blinked them away.

Focus, Megan.

“Beautiful sub.”

“Thank you, Master.”

“And now I will reward your
trust.”

“Thank you.”

Megan heard the desperation in
her own voice. She was weakening by the minute. Matt had such confidence, such
sexual power and she was drawn to him like a bear to honey.

Above the noise of the nipple
clamps, she heard another buzzing.

She lifted her head.

Matt brandished a large black vibrator
in his right hand. It was thick and long and curved at the end.

“This is a G-spot stimulator,
sub. Though I’m sure you remember that.”

She nodded.

Matt slipped his hand between her
folds and opened her vagina then he thrust the vibrator deep inside her. The shock
of the penetration took her breath away and she yelped. But he continued to thrust
the long, thick implement into her repeatedly. It stretched her vagina with its
hard silicone girth, unforgiving in its penetration of her most intimate place.

With the combined attention of
the wide vibrator inside her and the buzzing clamps pinching her nips, Megan
began to climb to the pinnacle of arousal. She lifted her hips, allowing the
vibrator to penetrate more deeply. It buzzed harder and harder against her G-spot
as Matt upped the speed. She was extremely aroused by the physical and
emotional elements of the act. Her body was stimulated but so were her heart
and her mind. All her old feelings for Matt began to surface like the sweet,
winking bubbles in a glass of Champagne. She had loved this man with everything
that she was. He had been her whole world.

Could she feel that way again?

You already know the answer.

Matt pushed the vibrator into her
as far as it would go then he left it there. Her whole torso seemed to buzz
under the combined vibration of the battery operated devices. She tried to hold
on, to maintain some sort of control but reality was fast slipping away. She
inhaled sharply as Matt lifted her hips with his strong hands and lowered his
head to her groin then began to suckle her clit. His lips were warm and soft,
his tongue was hot and persistent.

She shook with the effort of
resisting orgasm.

“Master!
No…please no…I can’t take it… I need to orgasm.”

The unrelenting attention on her
nipples, in her pussy and over her clit was just too much to bear.

He lifted his head a fraction.
Megan saw the power in his eyes. The delight he found in having total control.

“Then come for me, sweet sub.
Come now.”

Sweet words and even sweeter
actions as he lowered his head again, squeezing her buttocks tightly. He pushed
back the hood of her clit before flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud and
Megan writhed on the marble surface as she allowed herself to let go. Her
nipples ached yet tingled. Her pussy was full of the powerful vibrator as it
pummeled her g-spot persistently. And her clit throbbed with the sweetness of climax
as ripple after ripple of ecstasy flooded through her and she gave herself up
to the most powerful orgasm she had experienced in years.

When her shuddering finally
slowed, Matt stopped the vibrator and removed it then cleaned her with the
sponge again.