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I’m certain he hasn’t forgotten it. The words instead serve as a ritual, a way to build the tension in the scene. And it’s working. I answer, my heartbeat galloping in my chest. “Asset.”
“Asset,” he repeats. He cups my breasts from behind, sliding his thumbs across my nipples. “You wanted to come more than once, didn’t you, dolcezza?” His hand trails down my stomach, and his fingers find my folds. “I’m in a generous mood. I’m going to give you exactly what you’re asking for.”
My legs fall open instinctively, giving him more access. “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.” I’m not an idiot—of course there’s a catch. But my pussy is swollen and slick, my clit craving his touch, and I just don’t care.
He lets go of me and pats the leather top of the frame. “Get up. Face down, that luscious ass of yours in the air.”
He helps me up on the padded frame. The frame holds me horizontally, parallel to the floor, about waist-high off the ground. The trunk of the Y is wide enough to support my hips but narrow enough that my breasts hang down. My legs are spread wide open, leaving me shamefully exposed.
Tomas moves around me, binding me in place with thick velcro straps. A strap goes around my waist, holding me down, and my wrists are cuffed together behind my back. More straps tighten around my thighs, the back of my knees, and my ankles. With each restraint, my arousal builds higher. This feels… I don’t have the words to describe how this feels. Exhilarating. Addictive. It feels like there’s been an absence in my life, and this is the missing part. He’s the missing part.
“Good?” Tomas’s voice comes from behind me. His tongue swipes through my folds, and he laughs softly. “So wet. I think you like this, Ali. Are any of the straps too tight? I don’t want to cut off your circulation.”
“Nothing’s too tight,” I say breathlessly to assure him, wriggling my fingers and toes. “I’m good.”
“In that case…” He comes around. His fingers tweak my already swollen nipples, and then something bites down on one of them. “Nipple clamp,” Tomas answers my unasked question. “I’m going to tighten it. Tell me when it’s too much.”
The pressure grows. My nipple throbs in its grip. It’s painful, but it’s the kind of pain that’s turning me on. My breathing comes faster as Tomas tightens the clamp. More, more, more, until… “Too much,” I gasp.
He eases the pressure a notch. I exhale through my teeth, letting the pain flow through my body. “Ready for the next one?”
“Yes.” I’m so wet. So aroused.
He fastens the next clamp, and the endorphins rush through my body, leaving me almost light-headed. “Now,” he continues. “About those multiple orgasms.” There’s a whirring noise, and he puts a vibrator between my legs, parting my folds, and carefully positions the head until it’s buzzing against my clit, its touch maddeningly light. “You’re going to work for them, dolcezza.” He nears my mouth, unzips his trousers, and pulls out his thick cock. “Get me hard.”
He’s already hard; he doesn’t need my help. But I’m not complaining. I part my lips and take him deep, moaning in my throat as he grows even harder in my mouth. He pumps deep a couple of times, and then he pulls out and disappears from view.
I watch his reflection in the mirror in front of me. He rolls on a condom and picks up a flogger, and then he’s back between my legs. He thrusts into me, his full length sliding deep into my wet heat.
I almost scream.
He fucks me, his fingers gripping my hips, his strokes deep and fast. With every thrust, my breasts sway, and I feel the nipple clamps all over again. Our gazes connect in the mirror, and a jolt goes through me. A smile curves his lips, and then…
The flogger lands on my back.
Heat sears my skin, and I bite my lips to keep from crying out loud. The tails connect again, a thousand points of fire, but the pain fades quickly, leaving warmth behind. Oh God, this is so good. The vibrator continues to buzz, attacking my clit with steady insistence. Sensation comes at me from every direction, and it’s overwhelming in the best possible way.
I can’t take my eyes off Tomas. His face is distorted with pleasure as he fucks me and flogs me. I start to quiver, my muscles tensing. My skin beads with sweat. “I’m going to come,” I gasp. The vibrations, the slap of his skin against mine, the hard perfection of his cock, bottoming out with each harsh thrust. “I can’t hold on…”
He pulls out and jerks the vibrator away. He tears the straps off and repositions me so I’m facing up. Facing him. “Ask for permission,” he orders, his voice ragged. “I own your orgasms. Ask me for permission to come.”
Oh, fuck. I know this is a game people play, but I hadn’t realized how much focus it involves to actually keep track of that perfect moment right before you come. Tomas puts the vibrator back on my clit and starts thrusting again, and it doesn’t take long before need is clawing through me once more. My insides are twisted in a tangled mess, hot and achy, painful yet pleasurable, and it’s too much to bear. I need release, and I need it now. “Please,” I sob, my thighs shaking, my insides wound tight. If he says no, I won’t be able to hold off. I’m on the precipice, and the slightest touch will push me over. “Please let me come.”
He buries himself to the hilt and holds himself there. He stares deeply into my eyes. “Yes,” he says, leaning forward and tugging the nipple clamps free. “Yes, dolcezza. Come for me.”
Blood comes rushing back to my nipples. I scream at the sudden pain and shatter, quivering around him, falling from one orgasm into another, wave after wave of pleasure, until it’s all just sweet, perfect, endless bliss.
Tomas sits on the wooden bench and pulls me onto his lap, wrapping a soft blanket around me. I cling to him like a limp kitten. “Did you enjoy that?” he asks, pressing a kiss on my forehead.
“Couldn’t you tell?”
He laughs softly. “I wasn’t sure how you’d feel about being tied down on the frame,” he says. “Well, after this morning, I knew you’d enjoy it at least a little, but this was a lot more restrictive.”
“I liked it.” I lace my fingers in his. “The frame wasn’t the scariest part. I almost balked when you asked me to ride your knee in the booth.” I laugh softly. “But it was really hot. It felt good to give up control. You knew that, didn’t you?”
“It was a gamble. You take so much pressure on yourself. You're running your gym single-handedly, you’re busy from morning to night, and you don’t take any time for yourself. I figured you’d enjoy giving up control for a little while.”
He calls it a gamble, but I’ve learned that Tomas only bets on a sure thing.
