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Story: High Sea Seduction
“A little old-fashioned, but effective nonetheless.” He flips the box lid open and pulls out a long silver chain with a knot in the middle and pegs at each end.
My nipples tighten just from the sight of the clamps. My Pavlova-tuned cunt ripples and dampens in delight.
I can barely breathe when Mason unhooks the knot and ties the chain around my waist. The opposing textures of cold metal against my hot skin chases goosebumps over my body.
When the metal drapes over my hip, he holds one clamp to my lips. “Make this wet for me.”
Keeping my gaze on his, I suck the peg into my mouth and swirl my tongue around it. A faint flush darts over his cheekbones and feminine power fills me, even though I know it won’t be mine for long.
It vanishes the moment both clamps are wet and he crouches behind me. “Your nipples are so perfect for this,” he whispers. “Hell, your whole body is perfect for however I choose to fuck it.”
“Does that please you, sir?” I’m amazed at how easily the word falls from my lips now. I may not know the ins and outs of being a true submissive, but this is a learning curve I’m okay with.
“It pleases me, kitten. Very, very much.” His tongue trails up the side of my neck and I tremble hard.
I cry out as the teeth of the clamp pinch my sensitive bud. Pleasure follows and my pussy grows wetter. By the time Mason places the second clamp on my other nipple, I’m halfway to coming. I look down at myself, and the sight of the silver dangling from my breasts and across my body nearly sends me over the edge.
“See how beautiful you are?”
I shake my head. “I’m not beautiful.”
His hand glides down my spine to grip my ass cheek, hard. “Are you disagreeing with me?”
“Umm… no, sir.”
“What, then?”
“I’ve always thought I’m okay to look at, maybe even pretty. Beautiful isn’t… quite me.”
He pauses his ministrations. “So you are disagreeing with me.”
My eyes squeeze shut, and I curse silently with frustration. “Maybe a little. Mason, please.”
He slaps my ass hard. Pain and pleasure spiral in opposite directions. “You’re forgetting yourself, kitten.”
“I’m sorry, sir.”
“You’re beautiful. Say it,” Mason growls.
I feel a little ridiculous for starting this argument, but I’m caught in it now, and the quickest way I can get the orgasm I crave is to give in. “I’m beautiful,” I mumble.
That half-assed attempt earns me another smack. “You want to try saying it like you believe it?”
“I’m beautiful,” I say louder.
“Again.”
“I’m beautiful!”
The mattress shifts and I look down to see his head between my knees. I almost come right there as his dark gold eyes and strong hands worship my body.
“You’re beautiful,” he rasps. His tongue licks up one inner thigh and down the other. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He flicks my clit and stars burst before my vision.
“I’m beautiful,” I repeat, daring to believe it a little.
He cradles my ass in his hands and brings me down hard on his mouth. I loved the device Mason clamped on my pussy the first time we fucked on the yacht, but it’s nothing compared to the skill and texture of his mouth and tongue on my cunt. And when he hooks his fingers and pulls on the chain attached to my nipples, I’m a ball of pure sensation, cannoning down the slope toward bliss.
“Oh,God!”
My nipples tighten just from the sight of the clamps. My Pavlova-tuned cunt ripples and dampens in delight.
I can barely breathe when Mason unhooks the knot and ties the chain around my waist. The opposing textures of cold metal against my hot skin chases goosebumps over my body.
When the metal drapes over my hip, he holds one clamp to my lips. “Make this wet for me.”
Keeping my gaze on his, I suck the peg into my mouth and swirl my tongue around it. A faint flush darts over his cheekbones and feminine power fills me, even though I know it won’t be mine for long.
It vanishes the moment both clamps are wet and he crouches behind me. “Your nipples are so perfect for this,” he whispers. “Hell, your whole body is perfect for however I choose to fuck it.”
“Does that please you, sir?” I’m amazed at how easily the word falls from my lips now. I may not know the ins and outs of being a true submissive, but this is a learning curve I’m okay with.
“It pleases me, kitten. Very, very much.” His tongue trails up the side of my neck and I tremble hard.
I cry out as the teeth of the clamp pinch my sensitive bud. Pleasure follows and my pussy grows wetter. By the time Mason places the second clamp on my other nipple, I’m halfway to coming. I look down at myself, and the sight of the silver dangling from my breasts and across my body nearly sends me over the edge.
“See how beautiful you are?”
I shake my head. “I’m not beautiful.”
His hand glides down my spine to grip my ass cheek, hard. “Are you disagreeing with me?”
“Umm… no, sir.”
“What, then?”
“I’ve always thought I’m okay to look at, maybe even pretty. Beautiful isn’t… quite me.”
He pauses his ministrations. “So you are disagreeing with me.”
My eyes squeeze shut, and I curse silently with frustration. “Maybe a little. Mason, please.”
He slaps my ass hard. Pain and pleasure spiral in opposite directions. “You’re forgetting yourself, kitten.”
“I’m sorry, sir.”
“You’re beautiful. Say it,” Mason growls.
I feel a little ridiculous for starting this argument, but I’m caught in it now, and the quickest way I can get the orgasm I crave is to give in. “I’m beautiful,” I mumble.
That half-assed attempt earns me another smack. “You want to try saying it like you believe it?”
“I’m beautiful,” I say louder.
“Again.”
“I’m beautiful!”
The mattress shifts and I look down to see his head between my knees. I almost come right there as his dark gold eyes and strong hands worship my body.
“You’re beautiful,” he rasps. His tongue licks up one inner thigh and down the other. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He flicks my clit and stars burst before my vision.
“I’m beautiful,” I repeat, daring to believe it a little.
He cradles my ass in his hands and brings me down hard on his mouth. I loved the device Mason clamped on my pussy the first time we fucked on the yacht, but it’s nothing compared to the skill and texture of his mouth and tongue on my cunt. And when he hooks his fingers and pulls on the chain attached to my nipples, I’m a ball of pure sensation, cannoning down the slope toward bliss.
“Oh,God!”
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