The Prize (13 page)

I jumped out of my skin when he set the jewelry on the table. It clinked, the noise
seeming much louder in the silence of the room.

“Have you ever worn nipple clamps?”

I shook my head and leaned back as if I could escape them. My hands went to my breasts.

“Lower your hands, hon. To your sides.”

I eased them slowly to the chair and grabbed onto the frame at my thighs. My nipples
stood perfectly erect and at attention of course. Traitorous buds.

Parker reached forward and pinched one nipple hard.

I held my breath while he worked the bud into a tight frenzy of need. And then he
gripped it lower around the areola and clasped the tip in the first clamp.

I whimpered.

“Breathe. It doesn’t hurt as much as you’d think. The main purpose is to keep them
erect and make you aware of them at all times.” He let go of the first one gave the
short chain a slight tug.

I arched forward, shocked by the sensation. He was right. It didn’t hurt much. Whatever
pain I felt was overshadowed by the increased arousal that flooded my pussy.

After treating my other bud to the same attention, he sat back and smiled. “Gorgeous.
I couldn’t wait for you to forget so I could see those clamps on you.”

Tipping my head down to look, I had to agree they were sexy. My distended tips were
swollen and red, but the pain was dull and the erotic results were acute. I flushed,
realizing I liked the weight of the clamps and the way they made me clit jump to attention.

“Now you can eat your dessert without worrying about your chest,” he stated as if
he’d done me a favor.

Maybe he had, depending on how long he intended me to wear the clamps and how much
longer I would have to suffer the need to come.

My fingers shook as I reached for my fork and lifted the first bite of cheesecake
to my lips. It melted in my mouth, and I moaned around the bite.

“Jesus, Meagan. How do you manage to make eating so erotic?”

Huh. Perhaps he didn’t hold all the cards after all. I continued to eat most of the
slice, even though I was stuffed long before I gave up. It might have been the best
treat I’d ever eaten.

When I reached for the glass of water in front of me, I found Parker watching me,
his own cake barely touched. He was leaning back in the chair, his legs extended in
front of him so they nestled between mine. His ankles were crossed, and he twirled
the stem of his wine glass in circles, looking much calmer than I suspected he felt.

My chest rose and fell with each breath, making me increasingly aware of my puckered
flesh.

Without a word, Parker sat straighter and grabbed another jewel from the table. I
hadn’t noticed there were two more items next to his plate. He reached for the chain
on my clamps and fiddled for a second before releasing. My nipple pulled downward.

I winced as I glanced down to see he’d attached something heavier to the chain.

He repeated the action to the other side and then got up without a word.

I didn’t move, afraid to jiggle more than necessary. Let him clean the table off on
his own. This was his show. I couldn’t concentrate on much of anything but the pressure
tugging on my breasts.

When he returned, he held out his hand. “Come. Let’s play.”

I stood slowly, holding my breath in fear of making the chains sway.

“Mind over matter, hon. Think hard. Do they hurt?”

If I thought about it, the answer was
no
. It was the thought of having my poor nipples clipped so hard that made me wince.
The initial pain was all I experienced before the pressure switched to arousal. “No,
Sir.”

“Then stop worrying about them and follow me.”

I had to work hard to walk normally in the heels. They were flesh-colored and expensive.
Normally they wouldn’t cause me any grief even for hours on my feet, but this wasn’t
normally. These circumstances were extenuating. And I didn’t want to wobble or fall.

Parker led me to the living room and guided me with my hips to stand where he wanted,
facing the plush, soft-leather couch. “Face the sofa. Spread your legs. Clasp your
hands behind your back.” He walked away while I was still processing his directions.

I stood for several minutes in that position, aware of every slight noise in the house.

A chill ran down my skin, bringing goose bumps from waiting. My nipples hung lower
than usual under the pressure. I grasped one forearm with the other hand at my lower
back and held it tight. Were my feet wide enough?

I kept my gaze lowered, staring at my nipples. How long would he leave the clamps
in place?

When he returned, he set several items on the dark wood coffee table behind me out
of sight and took a seat facing me. “Good girl. You follow directions well when you
put your mind to it.”

I didn’t say anything.

“Are you wet?”

A trail of my arousal ran down one leg. “Yes, Sir.” My voice was deep. It sounded
nothing like me.

He wasn’t touching me anywhere and hadn’t for a while, and yet I was more aroused
than I’d ever been.

Leaning back against the cushions, he stared at my body for so long, I shivered. “You’re
the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on, Meagan.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

“Every inch of your skin is perfection. A smooth blank slate waiting for me to mark
it.”

Mark it?

“I won’t. At least not tonight. But in the future you can be assured I’ll pinken your
skin with a paddle, my hand, or a flogger. Who knows what I might use to mark all
that gorgeous flesh?”

I couldn’t breathe. The idea of him spanking me, or God forbid whipping me with some
item, should have made me run from the room. Right?

“You like the idea, don’t you?”

I didn’t answer. I couldn’t do so truthfully.

“I would never leave a permanent mark on you.
Never
. But you can’t imagine how aroused you’ll be to have me raise welts to your skin.
Seeing them will make my cock hard enough to explode. Knowing you trust me enough
to pinken your flesh will make me ache with need.”

I couldn’t imagine such a day. And besides, I didn’t intend to continue to see him.
This had to be our last night together. Already I was afraid he’d permanently left
his mark on me—and not the physical kind. He’d done enough damage with his words for
a lifetime of pain. I would lie alone at night for years to come wishing things could
have been different.

But this was not meant to be. I was damaged beyond the ability to carry on this farce
much longer. As it was, it took incredible strength on my part to separate from reality
and let myself enjoy my time with him.

“Look at me.”

I lifted my face.

He smiled. If he intended to say something, he decided against it. Instead he sat
forward. “I’m going to remove the clamps. You can’t wear them for long periods at
a time. When I release them, it will sting. Worse than when they went on. You don’t
have permission to come.”

Come? He thought I would come while I was in pain?

He gripped one nipple behind the clamp and pinched hard before he released the jewel.

I whimpered. It stung. He wasn’t kidding. He rubbed the offended bud until the pain
decreased.

Unnerving me, my pussy also flooded with renewed moisture.

“I’m going to do the other one now. Don’t come, Meagan.” He was quicker with that
one, and I held my breath and stiffened to survive the sensation of pleasure/pain
I’d always heard about but never believed was real.

“There. Good girl. I’m proud of you. That wasn’t so bad, was it?”

I shook my head subtly.

He reached around me and returned to my line of vision with a tube of something.

I flinched when he popped the top and then squeezed a drop of liquid onto his finger.
I swayed toward him when he tapped my offended red nipple with the clear substance.
Before he finished treating the other bud to the same treatment, the first one was
warm.

“It’s a stimulant. It will help them stay erect without contact.”

It was working. I bit the inside of my cheek as the tingling began.

He put another larger drop of the lubricant on his finger and reached between my legs
without warning. Before I could open my mouth in protest, he tapped my clit and rubbed
the stimulant into my sensitive skin, trailing lower to my outer lips to smooth the
warming gel on them too.

My clit enlarged quickly. The warm tingling sensation made me pant.

“How does that feel?” he asked as he shut the tube and set it aside.

I tried to find words, my concentration centered on my nipples and my clit. “So good.
Please let me come, Sir.”

“Not yet.”

What
?

My mind screamed for him to be kidding, but I didn’t dare speak the words.

He leaned back and stared at me again, his gaze penetrating every inch of my skin.
“I could look at your body for hours.”

I hoped he didn’t.

Finally, he leaned forward and reached between my legs to stroke through my folds,
spreading my profuse wetness around to my clit and then back toward my tight rear
hole. He didn’t touch me there, but teased around the edges.

I was out of my mind with need.

Just when I thought I would come on his hand, he removed it. “Pull it together, hon.
You may not come until I tell you to. And you have so much more to experience first.”

I panted through the need again, desperate. Would I beg? At some point he wouldn’t
be able to keep me from coming. What would happen then?

“Control, hon. Mind over matter. You’ll learn to come only when I give you permission.
It’s part of D/s. I don’t allow my submissives to come until I give the word.”

My head swam. The need grew. My clit throbbed more with each passing second. How long
until the stimulant wore off? Hell, how long before it grew in its intensity?

The next time he reached behind me, he returned with a long, thick, blue vibrator.

I couldn’t breathe. If he touched me with it…

He sat forward, resting his elbows on his knees, his hands inches from my thighs.

My heart rate sped up as he twisted the thing around in his palms, flipping it on
and off as if familiarizing himself with it. I wasn’t opposed to him using it on me
as long as he wasn’t opposed to me coming instantly.

Leaving it on a lower setting, he reached out and stroked it up the inside of my thigh
until my skin burned with need. He did the same on the other thigh.

I bit into my bottom lip and watched him tease me.

When he tapped my clit, I lifted off the ground onto my tiptoes. “Sir, there’s no
way…”

“You can do it. Let it build. Don’t come without permission.”

Besides the fact that I was going to lose this battle, I was also going to collapse
to the floor when the orgasm struck. My balance was precarious with my hands clasped
at my back. I was dizzy with need and because all my blood had fled to my pussy.

A glance at my nipples told me they were still erect, not that I was required to continue
to stimulate them, but I was curious about the effects of the stimulant that made
them stiff and tingly. I had never been this aroused.

“Spread your legs farther.”

I stepped out, but lost a bit more of my balance.

Parker stroked the vibrator gently over my lower lips, back and forth. Maddening.

I was close to begging, which I knew would earn me exactly zero brownie points. The
only reason I hadn’t said anything yet was because my brain stopped sending messages
to my lips.

When the pressure increased, spreading my lower lips apart to delve between them,
I swayed forward.

Parker didn’t comment. He grabbed my hip with his free hand to steady me and pushed
the vibrator slowly into my tight channel. “Don’t come. Just let your body acclimate
to the stretch.

It wasn’t wider than his cock, but my pussy was swollen from arousal. I moaned, a
deep sound I’d never heard before, while he eased the vibrator in and out of me. My
walls were so slick, it took no effort.

When he removed it from my pussy and trailed it up to circle my clit, I parted my
lips and found my voice. “I can’t… Parker… I’m going to come.”

He pulled the vibrator away, released my hip, and sat back.

I blinked.

God.

No
.

Which was worse? Coming without permission or having my orgasm cut off because I was
honest?

After several long minutes, he spoke. “Turn around. Lean over and put your hands on
the coffee table.”

It was amazing how difficult it was to get my feet to move after standing there aroused
so long. I managed, wondering what he would do next.