body was on edge.
He cleaned the sling thoroughly although the last user undoubtedly had also. From his toy bag, he pulled out long silk ties and hemp rope. Her stomach twisted. He was planning to restrain her. He hadn’t done that since the day Kyler abducted her. His gaze fell on her. “Breathe, sugar.”
She pulled in a breath.
“Come here.”
She walked over to him.
“I want the G-string and chaps gone.”
Biting her lip, she stripped her lower half, setting everything next to his toy bag.
“And the bustier.”
She shrugged out of it. Hands around her waist, he lifted her onto the sling, and the cold leather chilled her bottom. She wrapped her hands around the chains as the sling rocked.
His eyes kindled, and a smile softened his harsh face. “You look very pretty there,” he murmured. “Like a wartime poster of a naked woman on a swing.” After tossing his hat onto his bag, he patted his pocket where Beth could see the outline of a pair of scissors. After folding the hemp rope in half, he wrapped her, below her breasts, over her shoulders, between and then above her breasts, pulling until the rope squeezed snugly without being painful. She looked down. The ropes formed the outline of a square bra with no cups, pressing her breasts out from her rib cage.
“Never experienced
As the sling rocked, she wrapped her hands around the chains, but he shook his head. “Lay back, Beth.”
Why did lying on her back feel more vulnerable than on her stomach? Yes, she’d much rather be on her stomach. Glancing at Master Nolan’s face, she saw no chance of being given a choice. She let herself sink back. The sling was surprisingly comfortable, almost like a hammock. She looked over at Sir, and her gaze was caught by the sight of her breasts, standing up like little mountains.
Gripping her hips, Sir moved her butt down to the edge of the sling. He tied one of the silk braided ropes across the top of her hips, over the top of her mound, pinning her bottom to the sling. Using more silky ropes, he lashed one ankle about two feet up the chain and did the same on the other side.
When he finished, she lay on her back with her ankles fastened high on each side, her knees bent and in the air. Hell, he’d turned this into a rocking gyn table. Only with her hips directly under her feet, she was way more exposed than any medical table.
From the murmurs of the people around the room, they appreciated Sir’s rope job much more than she did.
Not that he’d notice his audience. His attention was completely on her. Studying her expression, he ran his hand down the inside of her thigh, sending shivers through her. “I really like this position,” he said, a slight smile on his face, and the enjoyment in his eyes warmed her. His finger slid through her wet folds, and she inhaled sharply. “Look how open you are.”
He gave the sling a push, letting it rock while he walked over to the wall. The winch turned with a clacking sound, and the sling rose until she swung at chest height. Way too high for him to use his cock.
Her hands gripped the chains beside her shoulders. He hadn’t restrained her hands, she realized. Maybe if she didn’t move, he wouldn’t remember.
He walked around the sling to kiss her, taking it deeper, harder, forcing her response. By the time he pulled back, her fears had disappeared under the wave of heat. Smiling, he flicked the nipple clamps. The bells tinkled, tweaking her breasts, sending hot need burning from her breasts to her clit. Her fingers tightened on the chain, catching his attention, and she stiffened.
Pulling her hand free, he nipped her fingers before curling them back around the chain. “I’m not going to bind your arms, sugar. You’ll feel better knowing they’re free, but I don’t want your hands to move from the chains. Am I clear?”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, able to smile at him as relief surged through her.
“Good girl.” He strolled back down to the foot where the V between her legs was spread wide for everyone to see. Her nipples burned from the clamps, and now he stroked her legs, moving closer and closer to her pussy and to where her clit throbbed in cruel need.
Chapter Fifteen
Nolan smiled at the sight before him, Beth’s body stretched out and open, quivering with urgency and anxiety. Her eyes were wide, her fingers clenched around the chains. Her breasts, swollen and tight, stood up proudly from her chest, the peaks dark red from the nipple jewelry. He smelled both strawberries and her arousal as the sling rocked gently. His gaze dropped to her pussy. The swollen labia opened widely and pointed to where her clit peeked out from under its hood. Begging for him.
It wouldn’t be the only thing begging shortly. He’d placed her at just the right height for his fingers and his mouth. He bent slightly and ran his tongue up through her folds. Her inhale was louder than the dark music of Rammstein coming from the speakers.
He toyed with her, stabbing his tongue into her vagina to enjoy her taste, circling, then running up and over her clit. He used his fingers to open her even more, holding her labia apart and tonguing her bared clit until the muscles of her thighs tensed and her hips tried unsuccessfully to lift.
He moved away, leaving the swing rocking and Beth squirming in frustration.
Pulling on a latex glove, he lubed his fingers generously. Rimming her back hole with a finger, he spread the cold lube. He chuckled when she tried to jerk away only to discover how well he had her lower half restrained. Setting his finger against her anus, he slid in a quarter of an inch.
Eyes widening, she struggled and got nowhere. “No!”
“Oh, yes.” He pushed his finger in farther.
Oh, God, he had his finger in her ass. Slick and cold and such a strange feeling. Nerves she hadn’t felt before started to fire as he eased out slightly, then in farther. “No…” she moaned. Having him touch her there was too intimate, left her too vulnerable. She’d never let anyone do this to her before.
The thought of using her safe word crossed her mind, and then his mouth came down on her clit, sending the sensations there instead. But as he moved his finger, in and out, the tiny fucking motions sent need rioting through her body. Tongue, finger, tongue, finger, her mind couldn’t process the sensations, and her whole lower half tightened, more and more.
He pulled his finger out and pressed two against her, right at the very entrance. Her anus clamped shut, refusing admittance. He waited, flicking his tongue over her clit, his touch too gentle to give her release, driving her mad with impatience. She tried to lift her hips, and the inability to move drove her higher again.
Then his tongue came down on her clit, rubbing it in a demanding stroke, right over the top, the sides, the top, and she was almost…almost… His two fingers drove into her rectum in one hard stroke, and she broke with a scream of shock, the waves of sensation tangling together in her lower half, shooting electric blazes through her whole body. Her pussy tried to buck against his lips, and nothing would move. She could only lay there and shiver, and come and come and come.
As she shuddered with the aftermath, he moved away, disposing of his glove. He returned to lean on the side of the sling, rocking her slightly. Still stunned from the way he’d made her climax, she just watched him, content to have him close. People moved around the room and were undoubtedly watching. She couldn’t bring herself to care.
His fingers toyed with the jewelry lying on her breasts, making the tiny bells chime. “You know,” he said in a musing tone of voice, “I think you’ve started to get off too easily.” He bent and licked over one clamped nipple, his tongue hot. He blew over the wet peak and smiled as she shivered. “From now on, you need to wait for permission to come.”
“What?” she asked in disbelief. During the party as part of the game, that had been bad enough. But here in
