Four weeks ago, I started sharing my novella, “Trading Up” with you. If you missed it, check out Chapter 1 Part 1, Chapter 1 Part 2, and Chapter 2 before reading this one! Stop back Saturday for something special in collaboration with Richard!
I want to cum so desperately.
But it’s not up to me, and I love that. I don’t have to worry about anything. I don’t have to do anything, well, anything except what Nick tells me to do. And by extension, what Brandon tells me to do. I am sure they’ve talked about it before, or they have been whispering about it while I’m here, tied down to the bed.
Finally, the Wartenburg Wheel stops. I’m left panting again, my chest heaving. “Thank you,” I say. I’m glad it stopped. I’m glad the pain is over. But again, the absence of touch is jarring. I want their hands on me, even if their hands aren’t giving me pleasure.
Okay, let’s be real for a moment: I am a pain slut. So, the pain is pleasure to me. I know that’s weird for some people, but that’s just the way I am. I’ve been that way literally as long as I can remember. I don’t remember a time before pain was equivalent to pleasure for me, at least in the bedroom. I’ve had my fair share of pain that wasn’t sexy or kinky, and I hated it. But having the option, knowing that I control when the pain stops… It’s a powerful feeling.
I’m waiting for the next thing to happen, and then it does. Both of my nipples are suddenly being played with. It’s very clear that Brandon has my left nipple and Nick has my right. I can just tell in the way they’re playing. It feels so good, though. I moan and relax into the bed. They could do this all day, and I’d never complain. (Okay, that’s a lie because I desperately want to cum, but I’m pretty sure that if they do this long enough, I’ll cum eventually. I’m just that wound up.)
But then Nick stops. I wait for him to start again, but he doesn’t. Instead, he grabs…something. I understand what it is moments later as the clover clamp squeezes around my nipple. I gasp in pain but don’t say anything. Brandon stops playing with my other nipple, and then a clamp is attached to that one as well.
It hurts a lot, especially because I have nothing else to focus on right now. I’m just watching the inside of the blindfold and waiting for someone to touch me. But the longer the clamps just sit there on my nipples, the more it hurts, and the more I squirm. I can’t handle it. It’s too much. I’m going to freak. I start breathing heavily, almost panting, and no one is even touching me!
And then I realize that I’m going to have to either get over it or use my safe word. I take a deep breath and try to sink into the pain. My pussy is clenched so tight. I don’t think either of the guys could get inside me if they wanted to right now. I’m so tightly wound.
Someone, Nick, I think, picks up the chain connecting my nipples. He pulls it up and away from my body, and I scream. It had been cold against my bare skin, so I’m glad it’s not touching me anymore, except that now it’s pulling on my nipples, getting tighter as Nick pulls. But then he pulls it up to my mouth. “Open,” he says. I do. He puts the chain between my teeth, and I bite down without being told. “Good girl,” he praises.
Now anything I say is going to be muffled. I don’t care though. There’s nothing I want to say anyway. Nothing that isn’t going to get me in trouble. I inwardly chuckle at the thought.
If I squirm with the chain between my teeth, it’s going to pull on the clamps. I definitely don’t want that. This is going to be difficult. I try to stay as still as I can. I want to beg for them to take the clamps off, but they’ve barely even been on, so I know that isn’t going to happen.
“You’ve been such a good girl,” Nick says.
“Thank you, Sir,” I say, but it comes out muffled.
“You’ve been good enough that Brandon here is going to give you a little treat.”
I raise one eyebrow behind my blindfold but don’t try to respond verbally.
“I’d tell you to part your legs, but you don’t have a choice anyway.” Nick chuckles at his own joke.
My pussy clenches again. I’m afraid that Brandon is going to make me explode with an orgasm without me even getting to enjoy it at all. But I have no choice but to go with the flow. That was the point, wasn’t it?
I feel the bed move as Brandon climbs on between my legs. He nibbles on my inner thigh as he works his way up. Oh god, oh god. His nibbles get harder and are almost bites before he gets to my pussy.
“I love that your pussy is totally bare for us.”
“Me too,” Nick says. “I didn’t used to have a preference, but now I can’t imagine it any other way.”
I smile inwardly. I take care of myself for my boys.
“And she smells so damn good,” Brandon says.
“Absolutely,” Nick agrees. “I love it.”
“Me too,” Brandon agrees. And then he licks a long line from my clit down as far as he can go.
I shudder. It feels amazing. He licks his way back up and settles his mouth over my clit, sucking lightly to bring my swollen clit to the surface. He slips two fingers inside me.
“She’s so fucking wet,” he says, taking his mouth off of me long enough to speak and then going right back.
“I know,” Nick says. “I think she’s liking what we’re doing, even if she says she doesn’t like the Wartenburg Wheel.”
Brandon chuckles, and I can feel the vibrations against my skin. It feels amazing. I shudder.
Nick’s fingers brush across my nipples, and it’s insane. I can’t feel a lot because the clamps are cutting off the circulation, but what I can feel is super painful. Tingles of pain shoot through my nipples, and I want desperately to get the clamps off.
“Do you want these clamps off when you cum?” he asks.
“Yes, please, Sir,” I try to say, but it’s all muffled.
“You can nod your head,” Nick says, and I can sense his smile.
I nod my head slightly, as slightly as I can.
“Hmm?” Nick says, “I’m not sure if that was a nod or a shake. Do it again.”
I nod bigger this time.
“Oh, it was a nod. I see,” his voice stops, and I wonder what he’s doing, but then his fingers wind into my hair. He moves my head back, and then down, and then back, forcing me to nod with big movements. It feels awful, and by awful, I mean painful, and by painful, I mean I’m so fucking into it. “Next time, you should nod for real, instead of that barest of head nods you gave me. Do you understand?”
I know what he wants. I nod, pulling my head back as far as I can each time. It hurts so much, and part of me hopes that the clamps will pull off as the chain pulls against the sides of my mouth, but of course, it doesn’t. The clamps just get tighter as I pull.
“Good girl,” Nick says.
I smile weakly around the chain.
All the while, Brandon’s mouth is on me, his tongue licking my clit, his fingers pressed firmly inside me. I squirm against him. I’m not going to last long.
I feel the orgasm rising, and I look at Nick panicked, but he can’t see my eyes. I need to ask permission. “Sir, I’m going to cum,” I say, but it’s so muffled, I don’t even know if it’s intelligible.