Resurrection (19 page)

Jane extended her hand intending to take the gift from him. Ged shook his head and stood up again, raising them beyond her reach. "Since you don't know what they are, I expect I'll have to show you how to wear them."

"Thank you, Sir. They are an item of jewelry, then?"

"Not exactly, though I might buy you a jeweled set, if you particularly like them." He crouched before her. "These are nipple clamps, Janey. I think you can work out where I intend to attach them."

"My...? Oh." She was aware of the heat rising from her breasts to consume her face. Only narrowly did she resist the urge to cross her arms over her chest to protect her vulnerable peaks. "Oh," she repeated weakly. "I think they might hurt."

"They will hurt, Jane, but not so much you can't bear it. And you have your colours, if you need them."

Her colours as he termed it were red, yellow and green. He had explained to her that if he ever hurt her or scared her more than she could tolerate, she was to say 'red' and he would stop. At once, without argument. The knowledge made her feel powerful even as she knelt at his feet. The exception to that would be if he was punishing her. In such a case the safe word as he liked to call it would halt proceedings sufficiently for him to check that she was able to continue, though the final decision then would be his. Jane was at ease with that. She trusted him.

Her other colours were for if she just desired that he progress more slowly, or even for informing him that all was well. Ged urged her to make use of them, especially yellow. She recalled his words to her.

"I would much rather you use your mercy word when you need to if that then means we have no need of red. Remember that, Janey, and tell me if you need help."

Jane suspected she might need help with this. She inspected the nipple clamps with considerable suspicion, then lifted her eyes to meet his again. "I see."

"So, shall we proceed?"

"Yellow, Sir."

Now he did smile at her. "Very good. I'm impressed and I’ll take your nervousness into account. Do you have any questions for me right now?”

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No, Sir.”

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Very well. So, what will happen is this. You'll remain quite still with your arms folded behind you and your breasts thrust out for me. Can you do that, please?"

Jane placed her hands behind her and cupped each elbow with the opposite hand. The effect was to pull her shoulders back, and present her breasts for his attention. Despite her nervousness, she found the posture both erotic and arousing.

"Excellent." He crouched before her once more and this time laid the clamps across her thighs. He took each of her nipples between his fingers and thumbs and started to roll them slowly. Jane let out a soft sigh. The sensation was exquisite.

"Liking that?" he murmured.

"Yes Sir."

"Green?"

"Yes, Sir. I think so."

"Tell me when we reach yellow."

He increased the pressure, tugging lightly on her swelling nipples as the buds grew and hardened. Jane wanted to glance down, but couldn't bring herself to break his gaze. He tightened his grip, twisting as well as pulling on her tender buds. It started to hurt, the sensation building fast. She winced and let out a small whimper.

"Please, Sir..."

"Colour?"

"Yellow, Sir. Almost."

"Almost isn't good enough. Tell me when we get there."

Jane chewed on her lower lip as he squeezed harder. She shifted on her knees, instinctively drawing back. Ged relaxed the pressure at once.

"Remain still, Jane. If you need me to stop, you know how to make that happen."

"I am sorry, Sir."

"Colour?"

"Yellow." Her eyes pricked with tears she fought not to shed.

"You're sure?"

"I... if you want to continue, I would not mind."

"Ah, but you would, Janey. You'd hate it." As he spoke he stroked her pebbled nubs, tugging just a little to bring her back to her original position. "This is enough. Now, be still."

She was. Jane willed herself not to move a muscle as Ged attached first one then the other clamp. A narrow arm lay on each side of her nipple and he adjusted the tension by sliding a small bead along the length of both, drawing the arms closer together to grip her nub hard. He stopped when she let out a sharp cry and loosened the clamp a little. When both were in place he leaned back and cupped her chin between his palms.

"Are you okay?"

She nodded, though without conviction.

"Breathe in. Then out. Do it slowly. Accept the pain, love it, then let it go."

"Sir?"

"Breathe in."

She did as he instructed, breathing out also on command. For the first few seconds the pain seemed excruciating, but cleansing somehow. She felt a purity in the sensation, and her nipples seemed to forge some strange connection to her clitoris, that bundle of sensitivity her husband seemed so fond of stroking. He did so now, slipping his hand between her thighs to caress the quivering button there. Jane leaned back and spread her thighs as her release started to soar.

"Oh, yes. Yes," she murmured.

"Seek my consent if you want your climax, girl. Do not come without permission."

He was most insistent on this, and had already taught her the folly of disobedience with several hard spankings. Jane had no desire to experience that at this moment.

"Please, Sir, may I have my release?"

"Soon. Wait."

"Oh, but..." She whimpered as her arousal built, but Jane struggled hard to obey. For long, agonising, beautiful moments, she fought her response. As she became convinced she would lose the battle and earn herself another paddling, he leaned in to whisper in her ear.

"Now, Janey. Show me how lovely you are when you come for me."

Her body convulsed, her pussy spasming wildly as he rubbed her clit hard. The pressure on her nipples added to the tingling within her pussy, concentrating the intensity of sensation until her inner dam burst and she came all over his hand.

Ged continued to caress and stroke her, whispering encouragement as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through Jane's body. As the shuddering pulses subsided he slowed his hand, then lifted it to show her her own juices smeared all over his palm.

"So beautiful, Janey. I think we should put this wetness of yours to good use."

"You intend to fuck me, Sir?" She hoped.

"Oh yes, without a doubt. But first, I have another toy for you to sample."

"Another?" Jane's enthusiasm for more gifts was fading along with the eroticism of her orgasm as her body returned to normal. Her nipples throbbed mercilessly.

"Frown at me like that and I might be driven to think you’re not enjoying yourself, girl."

"I... oh." Despite the pleasure he gave her and the playfulness he managed to inject into his tone, Jane was still unaccustomed to this side of her normally dour husband. "I meant no offence, my lor—"

"I've told you about calling me that. I believe your bottom should pay the price."

"Please, I do not want to be spanked."

"You know this isn't your call, don't you?"

"My what? I do not understand."

"I get to decide if you need a spanking or other punishment, not you. It's my call, not yours."

Now she understood. "Of course. I do know that. Should I bend over the bed, Sir?"

"Yes, I think you should. But first, let's get these off shall we?"

His fingers were deft as he slid the rings down the clamps to release her trapped nipples. Both clamps dropped away at the same time and Jane heaved a huge sigh of relief. It was short-lived. The second after the clamps sprung apart a wave of pure agony erupted in her nipples. She let out a shriek and would have clasped her hands to her tortured breasts if he hadn't grabbed her elbows and made her remain still.

"It'll pass. Breathe again, in and out, slowly. Count to five and it'll be gone," he promised.

As ever, he was correct. That only left the matter of her spanking for yet again calling him by the incorrect title. Jane deeply regretted her slip. A spanking could be glorious, but when Ged set out to teach her a lesson, it really hurt.

"When you're ready to get up I want you to go and lie across the bottom of the bed, feet on the floor and bottom up in the air. If you need extra pillows get them." Ged had gotten to his feet and now stood over her. Despite his apparent determination to mete out discipline he appeared to be in no particular hurry. Jane decided not to waste time, even so.

She rose stiffly, and might have stumbled but for Ged's steadying hand on her elbow. He assisted her to the bed, and tossed two pillows from the top down to the foot for her.

"Make yourself comfortable. I won't keep you waiting long."

As Jane arranged the pillows, then bent herself over them to assume the required position he retrieved something from one of his drawers. Jane knew he kept a variety of items on hand here in his bedroom, some very pleasurable, others less so. She expected him to produce a paddle, or perhaps a crop. He had warned her he would if a hand spanking wasn't enough to cure her of her habit of calling him ‘my lord’.

When he returned to the bed he didn't have paddle in his hand. Instead he dropped another object onto the mattress, similar in size and shape to the vibrator he introduced her to several days before. This was a bright lavender colour, and slightly curved. Beside that item Ged laid a pair of leather cuffs.

"You intend to fasten me to the bed?" Her pussy spasmed again. Whatever the circumstances, restraint was without fail a delicious experience. This was one of the most surprising discoveries Jane had made, and one which Ged seemed ready to exploit endlessly.

"I'm going to fasten your hands together. Put them behind your back, please."

Jane crossed her wrists in the small of her back and waited quietly until Ged had secured a cuff to each, then clipped them together with the metal fasteners on each one. It was a quick and convenient method, and the padding on the inner side of the leather made these particular cuffs very comfortable. Jane liked them, and she appreciated that Ged had selected her favourites for her. He couldn't be too displeased with her if he was inclined to be considerate.

"Are you still wet, Jane?"

"I believe so, Sir."

"Shall we find out? Open your legs for me, as wide as you can. In fact, if you would just lift your right knee up onto the bed, please, that would be very helpful."

Jane did as he asked, knowing this position laid her most private places wide open for him to look, to touch. He did both as she held still, for him, perfectly obedient.

"Christ, you are wet. You're dripping, my darling. I think you may have liked my little gift more than you were prepared to say. Am I right?"

As he spoke he drew the flat of his hand through her moisture, opening her pussy lips to probe inside her entrance. "Such a hot, wet pussy, and so tight. Do you know how much I like to fuck you, girl?"

"I… I..." His crude words overwhelmed her.

"But I promised you something more, did I not? I promised to fuck you here." He pressed his fingertip against the entrance to her rear hole. “I do believe it's time I started to deliver on that."

Jane's breath hitched. She had known this would happen. A part of her longed for the experience, another part dreaded it. She was not sure which sentiment would win out.

"Soon, Janey, but first we have work to do. We should prepare your virgin arse for what I have in mind."

Sweet Mother of God
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Jane lay still, her eyes closed as Ged continued to press his fingers against the tight ring of muscle guarding her anus. Surely he would not… He could not...

He could, and he did. Ged worked his finger gently but firmly against her arse hole, returning to her pussy several times to gather up more moisture. The lubrication, her own juices, did the trick and without warning her bottom suddenly loosened to allow him in. He eased his questing finger deeper, then deeper still until he was right inside.

"Does this hurt you?"

Jane shook her head, all the while keeping her eyes shut tight. He might be intent upon humiliating her, penetrating her in the most intimate manner imaginable, but it never once occurred to her to protest. He withdrew his finger, then plunged it back inside her. She was stretching, her entrance burning as he worked his finger in and out.

"That’s good. You're doing well. Two fingers now, I think, then the plug."

"Plug, Sir?"

"It’s beside you. If you open your eyes you can see it."

Jane did as he suggested and at once the purpose of the odd little object became clear. "You mean to put that inside me? There?"

"I do. It's not especially big, because this is your first time being plugged. You'll manage fine."

Jane blurted out the first thing that occurred to her. "It's not as big as your cock, Sir."

"No, but we really should work up to that. Soon, sweetheart. Trust me."