Cessie closed her eyes. Her pussy throbbed, both from arousal and as a result of fucking herself like that. Her nipples were burning. The clamps, though not tight, were a pressure impossible to ignore.
The cool air of the room brushed over both her pussy, lewdly on display by her spread legs, and nipples.
Any other time she might have touched herself—not her clit or her nipples, but she might have rested her hands on her stomach, just to give herself some grounding pressure.
But tonight, she’d wait for Leon.
And there was a peace in that. She didn’t have to do anything. Didn’t have to make any decisions, even a small one like “should I press my hands to my stomach for some emotional self-regulation”?
There was a time and place for her to be in control. For her to make decisions. For her to self-regulate.
But for now, she could let that all go and sink deeper, maybe deeper than she ever had before, into the submission.
Cessie closed her eyes and floated, keeping them closed even when his big, warm hand gripped her ankle, firm grip moving up her leg until he gently stroked her pussy, causing her hips to buck.
“Look at me, baby.”
He had one knee on the mattress, a small bowl in one hand. He smelled like ginger.
“Four pieces of ginger.” His gaze slid down her naked body, lingering on her breasts, pussy, and mouth. “It was going to be five minutes on, but for your clit I think we’ll go down to three.”
Cessie swallowed hard. “You’re going to put ginger on my clit?”
He touched each nipple in turn. “One, two.” His hand reached between her legs, fingers spreading her ass cheeks just a little. “Ginger plug is three.” Finally, he tapped her clit twice with the pad of his index finger. “And clit makes four.”
Cessie sucked in air but nodded her understanding.
Leon leaned down, kissing her still-clamped nipples. Pleasure shot through her only to be replaced by soft pain as he gently released the clamp on her right nipple.
Cessie’s arm jerked as she went to instinctively rub away the ache. He caught her wrist, gently pressing her hand back into the bed.
Then he removed the other clamp. She twisted her wrist so she could grip the smooth duvet cover in her fist, trying to ignore the ache—and the way her pussy was pulsing in time with her heartbeat, that desperate need to be filled building again.
She hadn’t come, so it wasn’t surprising she was still aroused, but after having to fuck the dildo for so long, she’d thought that she wouldn’t ache to be stuffed with cock for at least a little while.
“Do you want to watch the clock during your punishment?” He was holding up his phone, a five-minute timer already set.
She shook her head.
“You’re going to hold very still for me, baby, while I get the nipple pieces in place. Once I have the ginger plug in your ass, I know you’re going to move around a bit. And for your clit… I’ll hold you down and keep it in place.”
Anxious anticipation made it hard for her to hold still and Cessie bent one leg, foot on the mattress, so she could bounce her heel up and down.
Leon looked at her leg, and then at her face.
“Talk to me, Cessie.”
“I’m nervous. I’m scared it’s going to hurt and that because it’s not just something physical but chemical that if it really hurts, you won’t be able to stop it.”
“You’ve always had a strong reaction to any kind of chemical play.” He held her gaze, and there was love and concern there, but no mercy.
Then he waited, because they’d had this conversation before, at least up to this point.
“There’s less control,” she said, voicing something that had only been an idea until now. “With something like this there’s less control. I can’t safeword out of the burning feeling ginger or peppermint leaves behind.”
“That’s true, but if you use your safe word, do you think I’ll tell you to tough it out?” He artificially lowered his voice to faux-manly man for the last words.
She laughed, and it quieted some of the nervous jitters. “No, I don’t think you would.”
