NoEasyWayOut (5 page)

“Good girl. Now let’s begin.”

The first thing he did was to pull her arms behind her back
and clip her wrists together. It wasn’t uncomfortable but she couldn’t use her
hands at all and she suddenly felt a bit helpless and vulnerable.

“More champagne?”

She nodded but realized she couldn’t pick up her glass.

“Here, let me.” He smiled. “Kneel down in front of me. It
will be easier that way.”

She down sat in front of him. Kneeling like this made her
feel like a servant or a slave. Just like when she knelt in front of him in her
office, she felt a throb of arousal, a warmth between her legs.

He held the glass to her lips and she drank. But he kept
tipping the glass so it ran out of her mouth and down her cheeks and chin on to
her chest, dripping down her breasts.

“Silly girl. You’ve spilled it. Stay there.”

She knelt on the floor. He got a towel from the bathroom and
laid it over the seat of the sofa. “Now dry yourself.”

She wasn’t sure what to do. She couldn’t pick up the towel. Her
hands were cuffed behind her back.

“Come on. Come and rub yourself dry on here. “

She crawled forward until she was pressing against the soft
white towel. It felt warm against her wet, naked breasts.

“Rub yourself.” He stood and watched her as she wriggled
against the towel, trying to make sure she was dry.

She could feel him watching, knowing he was staring at the
way her bottom was moving, at the way she was exposing her thighs, her buttocks
and more to him as she rubbed her chest.

She felt the soft toweling over her breasts and nipples. Was
it that or being told what to do that was making her feel like this? Something
was causing the flutter between her legs. She could feel the dampness, the
slickness inside her growing.

“That’s better. We don’t want you wet—well, not everywhere.”
He led her over to the big full-length mirror. Her breasts looked pink and the
nipples were already hard after their wetting and drying.

He stood behind her, reaching around so he could watch
himself touching her and so she could watch him too.

He held one nipple tightly between his fingers, pinching it
while he pulled and played with the other. He grasped the nipple tightly and
pulled it away from her body, stretching out her breast, then let it fall. “Stay
there. I’m going to give you bigger nipples.” He turned to his bag.

She wondered what he meant. She looked at herself in the
mirror. She didn’t look like Ruthanne Ellis anymore. She looked unconventional,
perverted even. She liked this look. He was right. Was it because she was had
drunk far too much or did it really suit her? Even if it wasn’t really her it
felt good to wear this, to be someone else, someone who wasn’t scared to try
things just for a few hours.

He returned with two small glass cups and a hand pump.

She stared at them anxiously. What on earth was it all for?

“Suction cups,” he said helpfully. “Quite painless, don’t
worry. Now lick around the edge of this one.”

She stuck out her tongue obediently and let him wipe the
small glass cup over it.

“What are they for?” she asked.

“I told you. I want you to have bigger nipples.”

“I don’t understand.”

“You will. Just watch.” He placed one of the clear glass
cups over her left nipple and pressed it against her. Then he attached the hand
pump to the valve at the end of it and slowly pressed the pump.

She watched in fascination and in horror as her nipple grew,
swelling toward the end of the cup. She could feel it pulling on her. Then he
pumped it again and her nipple swelled up more, puffing and increasing in size.
She could feel it even more now, a pressure, a sucking sensation on her nipple.
She cried out. She wanted to reach up to pull it off her but her hands were
behind her back.

“Stop struggling. I want to see how big it can get.”

She tensed as he very slowly squeezed the pump again and
impossibly, ridiculously, her nipple swelled up even more, almost touching the
end of the glass cup.

“No, no,” she gasped. It was too much. It felt too strong,
too tight, like her nipple was being sucked and sucked and sucked.

“Very good. It’s big enough now. Let’s even you up.” He held
the other cup to her mouth and she licked it. He pressed it against her and
began to pump. She knew what to expect this time but still couldn’t believe the
sight of her nipple growing, distending, expanding, swelling. The sensation was
really strong now and she gasped.

“Almost there.” He gave it one last squeeze before he
slipped the pump off, leaving both her breasts swollen inside their cups.

The cups gripped tightly, staying on, her nipples huge
inside them. She breathed in hard, deeply, trying to come to terms with the
feeling. It was like having both her nipples squeezed and sucked impossibly
hard. It was just on the edge of pain but somehow she didn’t want it to stop.
She could feel her arousal. She knew her clitoris was swelling too.

“Look at yourself,” he said and she looked in the mirror.

She could see the cups clamped onto her breasts, each one
almost filled with swollen pink flesh.

Daniel stood behind her again. “It looks good.” His voice
was throaty. He placed his hands under her breasts and moved and shifted them,
watching the way the cups moved on her nipples, watching her huge nipples
inside the cups.

Each movement sent shivers through her like someone was
pulling even harder on her tender nipples.

She moaned. It was too much. “Take them off. Please.”

“All in good time. Anyway I think you like it, don’t you?”
He kicked gently at her ankles and she opened her legs. He reached in front of
her and arranged the crotchless panties so the gap was over her clitoris. Then
he gripped each of her outer lips and slowly pulled them apart. “Look.”

She could see how pink she was down there. She could see her
tender clit, peeking out and wanting to be touched.

“You like it,” he said with satisfaction. “I should put a
suction cup on you down there and see how big we can make that.”

“No.” She didn’t want to think about how it would feel to
have a cup on her tender lips, on her mound, on her clitoris, pulling and
sucking at her and making the flesh swell and grow.

“I think you might like that too. But for now I have other
things in mind for you.”

She was relieved. The thought of a suction cup between her
legs was too much.

“Let’s have a look at your nipples.” He stood beside and
held one of her breasts in his hand, looking at the tender flesh inside the
cup. “You should wear these more often. I like to think about your nipples
being swollen like this.”

He examined the other one. “I’d like to cup you, then take
you out in a tight white t-shirt and nothing else so everyone could see how big
your nipples are. Would you do that for me, Ruthanne?”

She caught her breath. “No. Not in public.”

“Oh, Ruthanne.” He sounded disappointed. “First you spill
some very expensive champagne and now you are refusing to play. I really am
going to have to punish you later. But first let’s have a look, shall we?” He
eased the cup away from her skin. It pulled hard and then the air rushed in and
the cup fell away.

She stared down at her nipple in disbelief. It was huge and
pink, standing out from her breast, three or four times its usual size.

He pulled the other cup more sharply, making her gasp. He
released that one too.

“Now look at yourself,” he said with satisfaction.

She gazed in the mirror. She’d never seen nipples that big
or red before. It didn’t look like her.

Daniel stood behind her again, staring into the mirror. He
reached both hands around and held her breasts, lifting them, squeezing them,
watching the nipples, pushing her breasts together so the swollen nipples were
nearly touching.

Then he touched her tender, swollen nipple.

She cried out. “No. No, don’t touch.”

But he held the nipple, squeezing it softly, rolling it
gently between his fingers. He took the other nipple between his fingers too,
pressing and rolling them, watching himself in the mirror.

She gasped, crying out. It was tender but she didn’t want
him to stop now. Her nipples had never felt more sensitive, more aroused. Each
time he touched them it sent a throb between her legs.

He pulled and squeezed her nipples harder, pulling them away
from her body then running his hands over them, folding them between his
fingers.

“I like the way they feel. I’d like to wrap bands around
them so they couldn’t go down and then whip them with a paddle. What do you
think Ruthanne? Would you like these big nipples smacked with a paddle?”

“No,” she said, shocked. “No you mustn’t do that.” It was
enough that he was touching them, squeezing and pressing them when they were so
swollen.

“You spoil all my fun.” He smiled at her. “I’ll just have to
find somewhere else to spank you. Stand there.”

She waited, looking at herself in the mirror in her latex
and fishnets, the tight corset and the pale breasts with their huge red
nipples.

He got something from his bag and then returned, holding a
slim paddle in his hand. He flexed it, watching her face. Then he stroked the
paddle gently over her exposed butt as she waited, tense.

“I’m going to spank you hard tonight. Bend over.”

She was scared. She had never been hit or whipped or spanked
or anything before. How much would it hurt? Would he stop when she wanted him
to? She felt her panic rising. He might hurt her.

She should leave now. She should take off the diamonds and
these clothes and get dressed and walk out right now. It would be the end of
her relationship with Daniel, the end of the extravagant gifts, the restaurants
she’d never be able to afford to go to again and the end of her status at the
office as having the most important client of anyone in the team. But it would
be the sensible thing to do.

She sighed. She was tired of being sensible. And she could
always stop him if it really hurt her.

He turned her so she was sideways on to the mirror and
gently pushed her shoulders until she bent at the waist. She rested her hands
on her knees, glancing in the mirror to see her bottom exposed and her breasts
swinging low underneath her. Something about seeing herself like that excited
her.

“It won’t hurt, will it?”

“Let’s see.” He ran the paddle over her buttocks, making her
shiver. “Open your legs.” Then he reached the paddle between her legs from
behind and tapped it softly between her legs over her plump mound.

She groaned softly. It felt good. She wanted him to do it
again. She could feel her clit throbbing between her legs, wanting to be
touched, wanting to be played with, wanting to be caressed. Even the soft bats
from the paddle might be enough to make her come. If only he’d do it again.

He patted her again, slightly harder this time, near her
clit and she moaned again.

“You like being spanked,” he mused, watching her in the
mirror, tapping the paddle over her clit.

She shook her head. She didn’t.

“You like it. And you know that when you please me you
please yourself too, don’t you? Don’t tell me you’re not excited. I’ve seen how
wet you are. The more I do to you the wetter you get. That’s right isn’t it?”
He tapped away at her as he spoke and she moaned.

“You see,” he said. “Even though I’m going to spank you
really quite hard in a minute you’ll let me because you want it as much as I
do.”

He reached under as he spoke and handled her breasts
roughly, squeezing them, feeling the weight of them in his hand, squeezing a
nipple, all the while tapping insistently at her mound.

She looked up at him and nodded again, not trusting herself
to speak.

“Are you ready?” He positioned himself behind her, smiling
at the image in the mirror.

“What for?” she said, although she knew what he was going to
do. She was just trying to put off the moment.

“This.” The paddle smacked down hard on her ass. She was
shocked by the sharp stinging sensation and flinched away, yelping.

“Don’t move.” He pulled her back up into position, her rear
end high in the air, her head low. “Now stay still.” He hit her again and the
paddle made a loud smacking sound as it connected with her soft flesh.

“Daniel, no. It hurts. It really hurts.”

“It’s supposed to hurt.” She could hear his voice had
changed. It was deeper and throatier. He was enjoying this. He hit her again
and she cried out, then again and again.

She shook her head. “No, Daniel. It hurts. It’s too much.”

“Very well.” She felt his hand lightly stoking across her
butt, caressing the burning flesh and soothing it. “But you had better get used
to it because you look far too good like this. It suits you. I’d like to whip
you harder, perhaps with a cane or a cat-o’-nine-tails, something that would
really bite into your flesh.” He pinched her burning ass cheeks hard as he
spoke. “Something that would leave real stripes on you.”

He kept stroking her butt cheeks as he spoke then slipped a hand
between her legs, caressing her, dipping his fingers into her and then rubbing
her delicate lips.

“Look at you. Tied up, bent over, ready to let me do
whatever I want to do to you, letting me spank you and hurt you. But you’re so
wet, aren’t you? Wetter than you’ve ever been before?“

She nodded again, not meeting his eyes, concentrating on his
fingers playing delicately, softly, almost absentmindedly between her legs.

She moaned softly and shifted her weight, trying to bring
more pressure onto his hand, trying to make him touch her harder.

Then he moved his hand away and reached for her breasts
again. “I love spanking you. But tonight there’s just something about your
breasts. I can’t get enough of them. Stand up. I want you on the bed.”