Hardened (18 page)

I drop forward, my weight momentarily resting on her, then I roll to the side. I pull her in and wrap my arms around her soft, warm body.

“We need to get those clamps off. Get your breath back, Molly girl. You’ll need it.”

I roll onto my back and meet Jared’s gaze. He is leaning over me, propped up on one elbow, handsome as sin and looking decidedly pleased with himself. He takes hold of the dainty little length of chain between my throbbing nipples and tugs on it.

“Sir. Sir!” I gasp as the gentle ache peaks sharply.

Jared’s grin is wicked and unrepentant. “I think that’s enough for your first time. Put your hands behind your head and hold still, girl.”

I link my fingers at the base of my skull and close my eyes, waiting for the relief which will come as the clamps are released. Jared’s fingers brush my swollen peak as he loosens the right hand clamp.

“Aagh! Christ, sir…” I scream as a wave of agony brings me up off the mattress. Jared presses me back down as he latches onto my nipple with his mouth. He sucks hard and presses the tortured peak with his tongue, squeezing it against the roof of his mouth. The unexpected pain dissipates in seconds, and my cries dwindle to whimpers.

Jared releases my nipple. “Okay now?”

I nod, glaring at him. “You should have told me it would hurt. Can you be more gentle next time?” I’m oddly disappointed that he took me by surprise in this way.

He frowns at me, then nods. “You’re right. My apologies. But I
am
being gentle, and I’ll help with the next one too. Ready?”

“I suppose, but don’t expect me to keep still.”

His eyes harden, just a fraction, but enough. “I expect you to do exactly as you’re told, Molly, or accept the consequences.” He waits, holding my gaze.

Long moments pass, then my brief flirtation with mutiny evaporates. “Yes, sir,” I concede. “I’m ready now.”

Forewarned is forearmed. I manage to remain still, my hands clasped behind my head, as Jared slips the second clamp off then sucks my nipple hard. The explosion of pain is horrible but over in seconds. As Jared releases my nipple I remember my manners and murmur my thanks.

“You’re welcome, Molly. So, did you like my present so far?”

I shake my head. “Not much, sir. Do we have to use them in future?”

“You can say no at any time, I told you that. But I like them and I enjoy seeing your pretty nipples clamped and throbbing for me.”

I consider his comment for a few seconds, then, “In that case I’m happy to do it, for you, sir.”

A smile illuminates his handsome face. “Thank you, Molly. I appreciate that. So, shall we try your other present?”

My heart sinks. He said the clit clip wouldn’t hurt, but my sensitivities are scraped raw right now and I already have a lot to process. “Must we?”

It takes just one raised eyebrow to answer that. Of course we must, he has said so. This is not negotiable, not really. Either I use my safeword, or I obey. Simple.

“What would you like me to do, sir?”

He rolls from the bed and saunters over to the table for the remaining item. He returns and hands it to me to look at. The toy is tiny, very light as it lies in the palm of my hand. It looks innocuous enough, resembling a pair of tweezers with silicone caps on the ends. The sliding ring is proof that it can be made very tight, but however improbable I have no option but to trust Jared when he says they won’t hurt.

“You look doubtful, Molly. Tell me.” His command is delivered in a low tone, but he means it. He takes the clit clip from me and places it on the pillow.

I look up at him. “Will you do the same as you did with the nipple clamps? Squeeze and twist and—”

He shakes his head. “No, Molly. You will.”

“Me?” I squeak.

“You. Come on, I’ll show you. Wriggle to the edge of the bed and spread your legs wide.”

Despite my doubts I do as he asks. Jared stands beside the bed to watch as I open for him. He grabs the pillows I laid on earlier and shoves them back under my hips, tilting my pelvis up for a better view.

“That’s good. So tell me, Molly, how do you like me to touch your clit?”

“I like it very much, sir.”

He chuckles. “How reassuring, but don’t be evasive. You’re close to a spanking now, which might spoil the mood a little. What I meant was, what sort of touch arouses you the most? Do you like it when I circle your clit like this…?”

He demonstrates, tracing a pattern around the base of my clit with his fingertip. I thrust my pelvis forward and let out a soft moan.

“Obviously that works. And this…?”

Next he flicks the pad of his middle finger from side to side, stroking the very tip of my clit with each pass. It feels sublime.

He pauses. “Which did you like best?”

“The second one, sir. But the first was fabulous too.”

“Okay. Noted. What about this?” He takes the swelling bud between his finger and thumb and strokes up to the tip, his touch gentle as I writhe and squirm.

“I’m going to come.”

“No, you are not, greedy girl. You’ve had two orgasms already, you can wait now. So, is this better than the first two? Or not?”

“I… I like the second thing you did. That’s best, sir.”

“Okay. So now, I’ll part the lips of your pussy so your clit is exposed, and I want you to stroke it in the way you like best. Show me exactly what a dirty little slut you can be.”

“Sir…?”

He smiles at me and winks. “
My
dirty little slut, remember?” Kneeling beside the bed now, he uses his fingers to peel back my inner lips, then leans forward to blow on my exposed clit. “Come on, Molly. Do as I ask, please.”

I’m embarrassed, but already hopelessly aroused. My inhibitions are fighting a losing battle and any modesty I might have still had is in shreds. I reach between my spread thighs and stroke my slick pussy to coat my fingers in the moisture. Then I go to work on my clit, exactly the way I love it the best.

“Ah, so hot, Molly mine. You have the most beautiful cunt. So pink and tight. Do you want me to fuck you again?”

“Yes, sir,” I breathe, flicking the taut bundle of nerves even faster, then taking it between my fingers and pressing. “I want you to fuck me. Hard.”

“So I shall. Later.” He trails the fingers of one hand down, over the entrance to my pussy, then on to my tight arsehole. “I want to fuck you here.” He presses a finger inside. I jerk, surprised at the intrusion and a little intrigued. I’ve read of anal sex, but never tried it. Never saw the point until this moment.

As he eases his finger deeper into me, every sensation I am evoking in my clit is heightened, every stroke more intense, each scrape of my fingernail across the distended nub sending shivers of acute need to tease every nerve ending.

“Oh, God. Sir, that feels so good…”

“Mmm, let’s see what we can do to make it even better then. I think you’re ready to try our new toy. Use your fingers to hold the lips apart, just like I did.”

I’m past caring if it might be painful. Carried on an unstoppable wave of greedy lust, I place my fingers on either side of my clit and spread the delicate lips. Still with one finger embedded inside me Jared reaches past me to retrieve the clip from the pillow. He adjusts the ring to open the arms wide, then slips it over my clit, one tweezer arm on either side. He slides the ring back along until the tension starts to bite. I gasp, and he stops.

“Enough?”

I should nod, but I don’t. Instead I shake my head, craving more. More of what I’m not exactly certain, but Jared seems to comprehend and he tightens the clip a little further. Then more still, until I whimper, “Enough, sir.”

He stops there, and resumes his intimate probing inside my arsehole. My entrance has slackened shamelessly to allow him in, and now he slides his finger back and forth as the clip exerts a gentle, constant pressure on my clit. It’s a feeling like nothing I have ever experienced, and all for me. Everything that’s happening now is for my pleasure, my fulfilment.

It won’t last long. It can’t. The feeling is so intense, so focused, so demanding. My orgasm surges from within my core, my inner muscles clenching, spasming.

Jared ceases his gentle stroking, though his finger remains inside me.

“Be still for a moment, Molly. Settle down again. I don’t want you to come just yet.”

“No, sir.” I’m not convinced I have any say in the matter, but I want to please him. It’s the least I can do when he’s doing so much to pleasure me.

“Two fingers in your arse, then three. Then my cock.”

Oh. Oh!
I shiver, beyond coherent thought. He’s going to put his huge cock inside my arse, and I can’t even bring myself to protest. My voice comes from somewhere far away. “Yes, sir.”

He starts to thrust again, but it’s tighter now, my entrance stretched and burning. Two fingers. Without thinking I bring my knees up toward my chest, offering him better access to my helpless, vulnerable arse.

He squeezes a third finger into me, and I cry out. He pauses, waits until I’m quiet again, then he resumes his relentless thrusting.

“Stroke your clit again, baby. But keep it light, soft. You’re very close and I want you to come with my cock inside you, not before.”

I manage a feeble nod as I reach for my clit again. I brush my fingers across the clamped, swollen bud, the blood trapped there by the clip, but even that feather-like caress sends waves of sensation pulsing through me. I’m on the point of being swept away by the most powerful climax yet. It curls deep inside, unfurling, readying itself for the moment when—

“Hold it. Wait, and settle.” The low command is compelling. I obey, offering up prayers that my traitorous body might behave, and not betray me by succumbing to a reckless, out of control orgasm. Jared doesn’t want that, and I couldn’t bear to disappoint him.

I sob with relief when the climax recedes, if only slightly. I have a few more seconds, a few more sweet, desperate moments to savour this delight. Jared drives his fingers deep again, twisting and curling them inside my tight rear channel. I rest my middle finger on the tip of my clit, applying just the most gossamer-like touch, but it feels like so much more. The clip grips me, holding my clit erect and plump, sensitised to the merest whisper of pressure.

Jared pulls his fingers out. I lie still, not daring to move, barely daring to breathe for fear of unleashing the volcano within. Jared positions his cock at my entrance and pushes. My arse resists, denying him entry. He is more insistent, his thumbs easing my entrance open as he forces his cock past the tight ring of muscle. Suddenly, he is in. My body capitulates. It hurts, burns…

“Rub your clit, Molly. As hard as you like.”

“Sir?”

“Don’t fight it, love. Let me in.”

He pushes again, the pressure firm, unrelenting, and his cock surges forward until he’s buried balls-deep inside me. At the same time I increase the friction on my engorged clitoris. One hard rub, then another. That’s all it takes, and I’m spiralling into the most intense climax I have ever imagined. No, this is beyond imagining, beyond anything I have dreamed or read about, or ever come close to experiencing. My whole body convulses as Jared leans forward to trap my knees between his chest and mine. He withdraws, then slides his cock back into me, impaling me as my orgasm seizes the pair of us. I quiver and clench around him, his solid, wide presence within me amplifying every sensation.

As my orgasm recedes I lie still, limp and spent, but aware of every deep, demanding thrust of his thick erection filling my body in the most intimate way possible. He fucks me, his strokes long and slow, the inner friction a curious blend of pleasure and pain, hurting in the most delicious manner, terrible in its erotic beauty. I’m greedy, needy, wanting more. And more still.

He’s right, I
am
a slut. A sloppy little fuck-slut, and I care not a jot as long as he doesn’t stop.

Jared drives his cock into me, the stroke hard, almost savage. He grunts and holds still as his erection lurches and jerks within me, the movement wild now and beyond even his iron control. I let out a squeal as the heat of his semen fills the condom, and his arms give way. He drapes his boneless body over mine like a blanket. I wrap my arms around his waist, and I hang on.

* * *

“How long can you stay? Overnight?”

“I’ve a meeting tomorrow, in Leeds, but not until early afternoon. I could leave first thing. Are you offering to share your bed, Molly?”

I snuggle against him, my duvet drawn up around the pair of us, and I gesture around at the extent of my domain. “I don’t even have a sofa for you to sleep on, so yes, I guess that is the offer.”

“Suits me. So, limited choice in sleeping arrangements but you can make it up to me. Do you feed your guests, Molly? I’m starving.”

“Oh. Oh, shit, I never got to the supermarket.” I make to scramble from the bed, though I know without ever getting as far as my tiny kitchen that the pickings there will be sparse. “I might be able to cobble together an omelette.”

Jared tightens his grip and hauls me back into bed. “No problem. I spotted a Pizza Hut takeaway on the corner as I got out of the taxi. I’ll go and grab us a stuffed crust. Soon.”

“But that costs a fortune. I’ll need my spare cash for the train fare next week.”

Jared gives a snort and rolls me beneath him again trapping me between his elbows, which are planted on either side of my shoulders. He cradles my face in his hands and rubs the tip of my nose with his own. “Dinner’s on me. And the train fare. Since you’re clearly bothered about getting value for money, perhaps we should work up a bit more of an appetite. Any ideas?”

I spread my thighs. His swelling cock nudges my entrance and I wrap my legs around his waist.

“So enthusiastic. I like that. We have a problem though.”

“Oh?”

“Condoms. I don’t suppose you…?”

I shake my head, disappointed. “I’m on the Pill,” I offer hopefully.

“Good to know, but old habits die hard. Where’s the nearest pharmacy?”

“Not that close. There’s a Tesco Express though, just round the corner. I think they sell that sort of stuff. Shall I—?”