Part 10 (1/2)

”Tell me what's going to happen.”

”You're going to punish me, Sir.”

”For what?”

”For forgetting to call you Sir. For not a.s.suming the right positions. For not keeping my gaze down.” She paused between each sentence, trying to keep her teeth from chattering.

”What do you need to do?”

”Keep my nipples erect.”

”And if you don't?”

”You'll...clamp them...Sir.”

”What's this form of punishment called?”

”Edging, Sir.” She bucked her chest. It was so hard to concentrate with him touching her. He knew that. She'd never be able to keep it up. He knew that too.

”How long do you think you should be forced to hold off?”

G.o.d, how she hated when he asked her that question. And he always did. He often let her partic.i.p.ate in the selection of her own punishments. If she chose well, she would be rewarded. If she chose poorly, she would regret the decision.

So the question now was, how long should she suggest for today's transgressions. Too little and he'd make it worse. She looked into his eyes, trying to judge his mood. It was hard after two years of living without him.

”Half an hour, Sir.” She swallowed and held her breath.

He raised an eyebrow. ”Okay. This time. That's not long enough, but I'll let it slide. I want it to be intense, though.” He held her gaze while he kept moving that d.a.m.n finger.

Jude twisted his finger around in circles, switching back and forth between her lower lips and the sensitive area above them. He stroked across her l.a.b.i.a and then up around her c.l.i.t.

Lori took a deep breath. She would have to do that a lot to sustain the tension. Jude knew how to get her off. He knew too well. And surfing was his specialty. He could judge how close she was to o.r.g.a.s.m better than anyone. And the man would ease off the pressure at the last second without hesitation.

He didn't touch her c.l.i.t. She closed her eyes and tipped her head back, exposing her neck to his gaze as she tried to get control. She wanted him to flick over her nub at least once, although she knew that wouldn't happen. She was way too close to coming.

Jude caressed her exposed neck, resting his hand above her chest. ”Lori, what's your job?”

Lori flinched, searching around in her mind for an answer. She couldn't think about anything except that finger between her p.u.s.s.y and her c.l.i.t, the one dancing around the sensitive area of her opening. She held her b.r.e.a.s.t.s with both hands, but her fingers were rigid on the undersides of her globes. s.h.i.+t.

”I'm sorry...Sir.” She tried to pinch her nipples, but the challenge was more than she could handle. The sensation of trying to rub one's belly and pat one's head came to mind. She didn't have the coordination to fondle herself. Her fingers wouldn't cooperate.

And then he dipped back into her p.u.s.s.y to stroke the lower wall, avoiding her G-spot. Dammit. This kind of punishment was the worst she ever endured. Jude could control her completely with just his words.

Jude s.h.i.+fted around next to her. He reached behind him and grabbed something from the bedside table. She didn't make eye contact. She opened her mouth to protest what she knew was coming, but her lips wouldn't form words and that was probably just as well.

”Lift your arms over your head, baby.” He whispered the words close to her ear, his breath making her s.h.i.+ver.

She obeyed, amazed at her ability to control her arms.

”Higher.”

She reached farther, clasping her hands together.

Jude plucked one nipple. She flinched at the first contact with his fingers, larger and rougher than hers. ”Hold steady. I don't want you to come from the clamp.” He took his time, knowing she would need a moment to come down from so high before he attached anything to that nipple.

Finally he pinched her nipple hard, too hard to make her come. The pain would bring her down another notch.

Lori moaned. She gritted her teeth against the pain.

”Clamp going on now, baby. Don't come.”

She held as still as she could, biting down hard as she waited. He pinched harder and pulled her nipple out from her body. When the tweezer-style clamp grabbed her offended bud, she was almost relieved for him to release her with his fingers. She knew by the feel and the way he held her breast what clamps he'd used.

He repeated the action on the other side quickly, leaving her panting as her breast was released and the clamp bounced against her chest.

”Keep your p.u.s.s.y open, baby. I want you close to o.r.g.a.s.m without going over the edge.”

Lori opened her eyes a slit to see her irritated nipples. They were swollen and deep pink. She lifted her head to see Jude watching her face.

”Stay with me.” His voice was stern, but the tone was f.u.c.king s.e.xy. He had a way with his words that no one could compete with.

After spending two years with him, she'd almost reached the point where he could order her to o.r.g.a.s.m on command. The idea had made her very nervous at the time. It had been so long, but his voice still made her squirm.

Jude pressed his finger back inside her as she watched. They didn't break their gazes. He held her lips open wide and stroked in and out, enough to make her breathing increase again, but not enough to get her off.

Lori tried to remain still. Squirming would only make things worse.

”Don't come yet. Twenty more minutes.”

Oh G.o.d. She hated when he pointed out how much time was left. It increased her anxiety level. She gripped her hands tighter above her head and pulled her legs together involuntarily.

”Uh uh.” Jude tapped her thigh. ”Open, baby. All the way.”

Lori tried to relax her legs. She'd endured many punishments under his gaze without being restrained. He liked that. He preferred she give herself up to him, using her own free will to remain open to his gaze. She was mindful of the cuffs on her wrists, though. He wouldn't hesitate to use them if he needed. Restraining her would only drive her closer to o.r.g.a.s.m at this point.

She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to concentrate on anything but the way he rimmed her p.u.s.s.y with that d.a.m.n finger. Her nipples, unused to being clamped, pulsed in protest. The clamps dangled down the outsides of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, pulling on the tight buds. It hurt, but only enough to heighten her arousal. Which Jude knew.

She went into her own s.p.a.ce, separating herself from the scene. The growing need in her p.u.s.s.y made her ponder her situation. G.o.d, it had been so long. She'd been topping for over a year and experimenting as a Domme longer than that.

Lori hadn't felt this alive since...Jude left. She wanted to come worse than she could remember, but she wanted to see the pride on his face even more.

He'd been so stern since he'd returned to town. She'd only seen glimpses of his jovial side. Would she see a part of him she remembered from years ago after she endured his punishment?

She breathed steadily. Jude set one hand on her thigh while the other hand tortured her into insanity. Her c.l.i.t pulsed, begging for contact. He avoided the nub. He pulled the hood back, he circled the delicate flesh, but he didn't give enough direct contact to send her soaring. And she would have flown off the bed if that had been the case.

”You're doing so well, baby. I'm proud of you.” Jude's voice came from close to her ear. She could feel his breath on her neck. And then he kissed her, his lips covering her earlobe and nibbling down behind where her skin was so sensitive.