Page 81 of Whirlwind

Chapter 7

Ben

Ben surveyed the panting, sweaty, beautiful mess on display before him. Dakota’s eyes were hazy and lost in sensation.

Ben had just started his second turn, and his cock was as hard as steel from watching the previous round. Parker had thrust a curvy butt plug into Dakota’s cunt while their little pet writhed and tried not to move. Apparently, it was just the right size to act as a dildo in Dakota’s shortened passage.

Ben fingered Dakota’s nipple roughly and then attached the second clamp. “Squirm all you want, pet. You’re not getting away from me.”

He gave the chain a little tug and was rewarded by Dakota arching off the bed. They moaned again when they fell back and the sheet caressed their gorgeously abused back.

He’d barely started his turn and his sweet little toy was already on the edge. His plan was to attach the clamps all over Dakota’s body, and then leave them for Parker to take off, forcing Dakota’s climax.

There was no way that Dakota was making it through two more rounds. He could only hope that they made it through this one.

Ben was determined not to lose. Not just because his competitive streak urged him on, but also because, if he was being honest with himself, he was a little nervous about bottoming. It had been a long time, and it hadn’t been pleasant the last time he tried.

Well, there was nothing for it but to get Dakota so worked up that they came as soon as Parker touched them. It was a fine line to walk, and he was tempted to go easy.

But he wouldn’t give their bet anything less than his best effort. It was so much damn fun watching Dakota try to figure out whether they should squirm closer or farther away, only to realize again that they were bound at the wrists and couldn’t do either.

He licked around and over the nipple clamps, knowing that the soft, slippery touches would only make the pain more acute. Dakota was panting and shaking.

“Think you can handle a few more of these?”

He swung two more of the chains of clamps that he’d found in Parker’s drawer in front of Dakota’s eyes.

Their only answer was a needy gasp and a tight, frantic shake of the head. But no safe word sprang from their lips. Just watching them like this was such a rush.

He dragged the thin metal chains down their belly, along one leg and back up the other. Dakota followed his movements with their eyes.

He let the chains and clamps pool onto their belly and then took his hands lower. Dakota’s body was such an exciting playground of feminine and masculine, and he was starting to get a better handle on it.

He traced one finger down the slit that ran from the head of their cock to their sweet little cunt, and then tucked it into their entrance.

He traced lazy patterns across the wrinkled mounds that seemed similar to testicles, through the opening that stretched up and around their penis, slipping his fingers in again when he happened to pass by.

He picked up the first chain. “Ready baby?”

Dakota was too blissed out to properly answer, and just looked at him pleadingly. Ben could have forced a verbal response, but he didn’t want to break their flow.

He pulled up a fold of skin on one side of their scrotum and let the clamp pinch down.

“Ben! Ben!” Dakota tossed their head frantically from side to side, trying to beat down the waves of pleasure and pain.

“Such a good little pet, waiting until we tell you to come.”

Of course, that comment didn’t help. Dakota’s eyes were fixed on him, though they were blown wide and unfocused. Delicious.

Ben resumed the random touches, then started stroking upward from their cunt, just barely dipping inside. Dakota jerked and writhed.

Getting a grip on the loose skin on the other side, Ben attached the next clamp in parallel to the first one.

Dakota arched up, crying out inarticulately. The movement was no doubt shifting and pulling on the chains even more.

God, they were responsive. The way they just took everything he gave them was driving him wild. He wanted to bury himself in them. Claim them.

But this sweet torture was a claiming of its own, and he was burning with desire.