VICTORIOUS (A Quantum Novel)(96)

Even knowing I won’t have to wait long, the anticipation grows and multiplies with every minute that passes. Before long, my legs are quivering, and I feel like I could hyperventilate as I rethink my choices. He’s going to use the clamps on my nipples. I chose them because I’ve been curious about what that feels like, but now that it’s about to happen, I’m not so certain I want to know. And the balls on a string… Where will he put them? My body clenches as if it’s already trying to keep them out.

Maybe I still have time to change my mind. I begin to move toward the table, but I’m stopped by a shadow that falls across the floor. I scramble back into the assigned position, hoping I haven’t just earned a punishment. Though I’ve learned to enjoy his form of punishment.

“Everything all right in here?” he asks in the stern voice he uses for these moments.

“Y-yes. Sir.”

As he comes into the room, I want to look to see if he’s naked, too, but I don’t raise my eyes to check. He goes to the bedside table to inspect my choices. The jingle of the chain makes my nipples hard and tight.

“Very nice choices, my love. We’ll have a lot of fun tonight.”

The bedside drawer opens and then closes, making me wonder if he’s adding one of his own choices to mine. That possibility hadn’t occurred to me when I made my decisions. The scrape of a match and the pungent scent of sulfur fills the air as he lights a candle and sets it back on the bedside table.

“What would you like to play with first, sweetheart? The clamps, the balls or the hot wax?”

I swallow hard at the mention of hot wax. That possibility never occurred to me when I chose the candle.

“Natalie?”

“Th-the clamps, please, Sir.”

“I’ll need you on your back, arms over your head and legs spread. Once you’re in position, I want you to stay perfectly still.”

My limbs feel leaden as I move into position, resting my head on a fluffy pillow. In this position I can see him, and he is naked, too. His cock is big and thick against his belly, the head purple and leaking. I love that he’s so incredibly aroused by what we’re doing. I love that I’m pleasing him and making him happy with my submission.

“How do you feel about your arms being tied with the ribbon?”

“I’d be willing to try it.”

“That’s my brave girl.” Using the long piece of ribbon, he secures my wrists to each other, but not so tightly that anything hurts. “I love you in red, sweetheart. I’m going to loop the ribbon over this hook on the bed. Is that okay?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Close your eyes and try to relax.” I do as I’m told and feel him crawl up the bed until he’s between my legs. “I love you like this, Nat.”

“Like what, Sir?”

“Open and willing to try anything.”

“Anything once, twice if we like it.”

“That’s right. I want you to like it all so you’ll want to do it again.” He bends over me, kissing my belly and letting his soft stubble rub against the sensitive skin there. “Are you still sore from the other night?”

“No, Sir.”

“So anal is on our twice-if-we-like-it list?”

I lick my lips, which have suddenly gone dry. “Mmm, yes, Sir.”

“That’s good to know.” His mouth is now pressing into me above my pubic bone, making me want to arch into him. “Stay still, sweetheart. Nice and still.”

With my eyes closed, I can’t see where he’s going to kiss me next, which keeps me hovering on the edge of release, wondering if I could come from anticipation alone. I want to rub my legs together to ease the ache, but I’m not allowed to move.

I feel his stubble against the underside of my breast. “What are you thinking about?”

“How I could come, and you’ve barely touched me, Sir.”

“That’s all part of it, the waiting, the thinking, the expectation… It’s as much about the mental and the emotional as it is about the physical. You’re beginning to understand the connections.”

“Yes,” I say, gasping when his lips close around my nipple.

He sucks and tugs the way he did in the pool, focusing all his attention on that one turgid bit of skin until I wish I could pull his hair to make him stop. My hands roll into fists and my fingernails dig into my palms. I’m thinking about the word Fluff when my nipple pops free of his mouth. He soothes it with soft strokes of his tongue, over and over again, until I begin to float on a sea of pleasure that is abruptly interrupted by the fierce, stinging pain of the clamp.