Chapter Four
Ruth blinked at the mailman and tried to remember if she’d ordered anything online. The box was medium-sized and plain.
“Package for you.”
“Urrm, thanks.”
She signed his minicomputer and shut the door. She’d intended to spend her Saturday morning in bed dreaming about Dominic. When the doorbell rang, Dom had been about to press his mouth against her engorged clit, his breath tickling her sensitive lips as he blew air against her heat.
Damn the mailman.
Balancing the box on the table, she ripped off the brown parcel tape. Excitement and curiosity rose. What could it be?
She pulled back layers of tissue paper and gaped at the contents. Lust burned in her stomach. Her mouth went dry.
Nestled inside the box sat a set of sex toys.
There were silver nipple clamps with fierce-looking teeth linked by a silver chain. Leather bondage cuffs with a butter-soft suede lining. Unlike the bondage cuffs she’d seen online, they weren’t linked by a chain. Instead these had large locking buckles and some kind of thick metal rings obviously meant to attach somewhere.
She swallowed as various images of being secured to a leather bondage table sent bursts of heat straight to her pussy.
Other items in the box were a flesh-colored vibrator, a butt plug and a bottle of lube. But it was the bondage items that made her knees weak and her cunt throb.
She knew Dominic had sent them. Who else would send her sex toys?
Her cell phone rang. A number she didn’t recognize flashed across the display.
“Hello?”
“Did you like my presents?” His smoky voice wrapped around her, seeped into her skin and electrified her nerve endings.
She came alive and wished he were there to touch her, to ease some of the delicious ache. “I did. Although I did wonder if it was from you or some weird stalker.”
His husky laugh made her shiver. “Maybe I am a stalker.”
She had nooooo idea what to say to that.
He continued, “Do you have a messenger service on your computer?”
“Yes. A few.”
“Good.” That one little word of praise made her nipples tighten. She barely heard as he told her which service to use. “Log on to your IM, add me. Me username is DomSul. Capital D, capital S. Load up your webcam. Do you understand?”
Gone was the laughter, in its place a domineering tone that curled her toes. “Yes, I understand.”
She hit the power button on her laptop, waited for it to load before logging on to her messenger service and adding his name.
“Do you have your toys close at hand?”
“No.”
“Then get them. Sit down at your desk.”
She did as he asked. A box pinged open on her computer, a request from Dom. She clicked accept and his face appeared on screen. Her heart leapt. Fear, excitement and nerves mingled together. What did he have planned for her today? She’d never done anything like this before.
“Start your webcam, Ruth. I want to see you.”
Trembling, she started her cam. Her face appeared on screen next to his. Panic rushed through her mind and she looked down at the scruffy pj’s, cotton robe and fluffy socks. She hadn’t even combed her hair. Shit.
“Are you nervous?”
She nodded. Of course she was nervous. She was sitting at her desk in her worst pajamas, talking to the object of her darkest fantasies. She didn’t even want to think about the sex toys.
“What else are you feeling?”
He’d angled his cam so she could see all of him. He sat on a chair like hers—one hand rested casually on the arm, the other stroked his beard. In other circumstances she would have laughed, thinking the gesture made him look like some evil genius. But this situation was far from funny. His eyes burned with desire and his cock tented his jeans.
She worried her lip. His impressive erection made her pussy clench. She wished he were naked. She’d fantasized about his cock so many times, she was desperate to see it in the flesh.
“Are you going to answer me, Ruth, or are you going to stare at my dick all day?”
Busted.
Her cheeks flamed. “Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize for desiring me but I did ask you a question and I expect an answer.”
His mild chastisement pierced her heart. She didn’t want to disappoint him. She’d always had mild submissive tendencies but not to this extent.
Taking a deep breath, she said, “I’m nervous. And excited. I’ve never done this before.” She eyed the box. “I’m not sure what is expected so I feel uncertain.”
He shifted slightly in his seat. “And what else? How did you feel when you opened the box? Be descriptive.”
“Exhilarated. My…my nipples hardened. My body began to throb.”
“What about your pussy? Did you feel hot? Did you get wet when you saw the vibe?”
“Yes. I…my pussy got very wet and my clit swelled.”
“Did you like the nipple clamps and cuffs?”
“Oh yes.” She looked down at the two toys and almost sighed. She couldn’t wait to try the implements of submission. Would the cuffs hurt? Would the clamps bite?
She thought Dominic groaned but when she glanced back at the screen, he was completely still.
“Did they make you want to touch yourself? Did you want to make yourself come?”
Ruth nodded again. “Yes.”
His heated gaze burned into her. “Take off all of your clothes, Ruth.”
She did as he asked. As she stripped, she avoided looking at the computer. She felt exposed, vulnerable and horny as hell.
Sitting back down, she crossed her legs, trying to hide herself.
“Uncross your legs. I want to see that pretty cunt.”
She uncrossed her legs. Cream bloomed, overflowed and pooled between her thighs.
“You’re so wet. I can see you glistening for me. That’s good.” He palmed his jeans-clad cock and ran a hand across the length. “If you’re a good girl, I might let you see my cock. Would you like that?”
Oh yeah, she definitely wanted to see his cock. She moaned and clenched her thighs.
She’d read about people having encounters on webcam but never realized how illicit and stimulating it could be.
“Pinch your nipples. I want those nubs tight and hard.”
Still a little shy, she tentatively palmed her breasts. The mere brush of skin against her nipples made her gasp. She’d never been this sensitive. This turned-on. She grasped both nubs between a thumb and forefinger and pinched. The jolt of pain was liquid pleasure in her veins.
“You like that?”
She nodded.
“Say ‘yes, Dominic’.” His voice had dropped an octave, coming across gruffer and sexier.
“Yes, Dominic.”
“Good girl. Now pinch harder. I want you ready for what comes next.”
She tightened her grip. “Oh god.” Her nipples stood to attention like firm pencil erasers. They tingled to the point of pain.
“Take the clamps, open the jaws and put them on your nipples.”
Ruth inhaled. Her nostrils flared. A frisson of fear fluttered in her stomach. She’d never done anything like this before. What if it hurt?
With a trembling hand, she caressed the silver. She lifted the clamps out of the box. They felt heavy against her palm. She toyed with the jaws, opening and closing them.
“There will be some pain. A sharp bite and sting before a rush of euphoria. Do it, Ruth. Clamp those beautiful tits for me.”
Deciding that quickly was the way forward, she opened the jaws and snapped them on her nipples one at a time.
The sharp sting of pain bowed her spine. She panted, rode the wave of torture until it was replaced with a slow, steady beat of pleasure. Every tiny movement of her breasts tightened the clamps and made her nipples smart.
Pride swelled her heart, flushed her skin. She felt brazen sitting here naked, wearing the clamps for him. She’d had sex numerous times over the years but she’d never felt as close to anyone as she did to Dominic right in this moment. He pushed her boundaries.
“You have no idea how fucking beautiful you are sitting there with your tits clamped and your pussy glistening. Do you know what I’d do to you if I were in the room?”
“What would you do?” Her voice sounded lower, sexier, unlike her usual self.
“I’d pull on that chain. Put pressure on those juicy nipples and make you beg me to stop. I’d restrain you to the chair. Have you ever felt rope chafing against your skin?”
“No.”
“But you want to, don’t you, Ruth?”
“Yes.”
“I’d unzip my jeans and ask you to take my cock down your throat. Would you be able to take me, Ruth? Or would you gag?”
An image flashed into her mind. She sat on her knees. His hands fisted in her hair, drawing her closer to his crotch. She licked his shaft before angling her head and sliding him down her throat.
She wouldn’t gag. She’d always fantasized about having a cock right at the back of her throat. Oral servitude was her biggest turn-on.
“I’d take you. Or I’d try.” When had she become so bold? She blushed. “I’m not that experienced.”
He shifted. His nostrils flared before he said, “It doesn’t matter. Those things can be learned. A willingness to experiment together is what matters.”
Oh, she was more than willing.
“Pick up the vibrator, Ruth.”
She picked up the sex toy. Heat flamed her cheeks. Would he make her fuck herself on cam? She’d used toys in the privacy of her own bedroom. She’d never used them with a partner.
“Now, I want you to suck it. I want you to pretend it’s me, that I’m there and it’s my cock. Show me how you’d please me. Can you do that for me?”
Ruth nodded.
“Say ‘yes, Dominic’.”
“Yes, Dominic.” A thrill of pure pleasure shot through her. She loved answering his commands. He didn’t ask her to call him “Sir” or something stupid. Instead he asked her to repeat his name. It drove her wild.
She leaned back into her chair. The movement caused the clamps to jiggle and she sucked air in through clenched teeth. Her pussy answered with another flow of cream. She pursed her lips and kissed the tip of the vibrator.
Dominic growled.
She kept her eyes on him as she licked the tip of the shaft. Over and over, she twirled her tongue around the head, imagining it was him. What would he taste like? Salty? Tangy?
Opening her mouth, she slid the toy inside. A few inches to start with. She rubbed her tongue up and down the shaft, fucking her mouth slowly. As she fucked herself, Dominic rubbed his clothed cock. He followed her movements. Slowly. Up and down. Over and over.
She moaned around the toy and his hips jerked.
A raw bolt of lust hit her. She felt powerful. Wicked. Wanton. Although Dominic was giving the commands, she had a certain amount of power here.
“How does my cock feel, Ruth? Do you enjoy having it in your mouth?”
She pulled the toy out, gently kissed the tip. “It feels hard and smooth. Like velvet steel on my tongue.”
“Do you want more?”
She nodded. A frown marred his face and she quickly answered, “Yes, Dominic.”
“Good girl. Open your mouth wide, take as much as you can. I want you to do that for me and touch yourself. Stroke your wet pussy and think about sucking my cock.”
She obeyed his command. She opened her mouth and pushed the toy inside. As she fucked her mouth, she slid her other hand down and toyed with her clit.
“Good girl, Ruth. Watching you makes me so hard. I wish I was there. Touch yourself, sweetheart. Let me see you come while you suck my cock.”
The sensations were too much. His words, the toy stuffed in her mouth, her fingers stroking her clit. Her sensitized skin felt alight. Her nerve endings tingled.
The toy hit the back of her throat and she almost gagged.
“Breathe through it. Take it all, Ruth, for me.”
His erotic words spurred her on. She would do it for him. She wanted to please him more than she wanted to breathe. She exhaled through her nose. In and out. Relaxed her throat and slid the vibrator a few more inches.
“Jesus, that is so fucking hot.” Dominic’s hooded gaze blazed with lust.
It spoke of things that fired her blood—ownership, possession, need. She rubbed her clit faster. Harder.
Almost there.
“Get rid of the toy. Focus. Come for me. Show me how hot sucking my cock has made you.”
She withdrew the vibrator and put it on the desk. Her thighs began to tremble as she rubbed the tiny bundle of nerves. Her head dropped back.
“Look at me, Ruth. Don’t close your eyes.”
She moaned. Partly in frustration and partly due to embarrassment. She always closed her eyes when she came. It was an intensely intimate experience to be so vulnerable yet he wouldn’t let her look away.
“If you want to come, keep your eyes on me.” Dominic leaned forward. No longer stroking his cock, he was fully focused on her.