Roses and Chains by Delphine Dryden Read Free Book Online Page B

Delia’s
    nipple very gently between her teeth. Just for a second. Then her lips closed firmly and she sucked hard, the movement of her cheeks and jaw suggesting she was working her
    tongue as well.
    The sound Delia made was like a siren call to his erection.
    “That’s enough.”
    With obvious reluctance, Mara released the now very taut nipple and put the clamp
    in place. She set the crystal in motion with a little tap of her finger before stepping back, putting her hands behind her, legs apart. Waiting like a little soldier. A little sex soldier.
    The candlelight played in the dangling crystals, sending reflections glancing here
    and there around the room. Now on the ceiling, now on the floor, now on Mara’s leg.
    Daniel slapped the tawse against his thigh, hard, and smirked when both women
    jumped.
    Stepping in toward Delia, he nudged her feet into a wider stance with his toe, just
    because he could. It lowered her down nearly to the end of the slack in the chain, and he checked to make sure the skin around the cuffs wasn’t squeezed too tight. Safety first.
    Then he reached into his pocket for the next fun thing.
    “Delia, there’s one more clamp. I’ll let you choose who puts it on you, me or Mara.”
    She turned her head again, trying to find him by the sound of his voice, but he was
    circling. Trying to keep her off balance and guessing.
    “Mara, if it pleases you, Master.”
    “Oh, I suspect it will.” He handed the slightly heavier clamp to Mara, who grinned
    like a lascivious fairy.
    “May I use my mouth, Sir?”
    “I’d be disappointed if you didn’t, sub.”
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    He thought her knees might bruise, as quickly as she dropped back down to the
    floor in front of Delia. Her short brush of black hair made a startling contrast against Delia’s ivory body and the narrow strip of dark blonde hair on her mound.
    Throw a pink tongue into the mix, and Daniel thought he might never recover. For
    a moment he couldn’t breathe, as he watched Mara bend at the hips and reach with the very tip of her extended tongue. It made contact right on Delia’s clit, and then lost contact because Delia jerked in surprise, nearly falling over but for the support of the chains.
    Another little lick, more like a tap, from Mara’s tongue and Delia’s body went tense.
    She kept her feet but her back bowed, as though she were trying to spread herself ever wider.
    Tap tap tap.
    She looked like a kitten, with those tiny little licks. And Delia sounded almost
    catlike, practically wailing. Daniel could see the glimmer of fresh wetness, and wanted to dive into it.
    “Lick her pussy,” he commanded, and Mara complied very eagerly. That quick
    little tongue lapped up every drop of juice it could find. Daniel wondered what it
    would feel like on his cock, then pushed that thought away as probably hazardous to
    his health. His erection was already making it hard to walk.
    “That’s enough,” he said at last. Not because he thought it was enough, as he could
    have happily watched that all day, but because he didn’t want Delia to come yet. She might be physically primed, but she wasn’t there yet emotionally. He didn’t quite know how he knew, but he did. Not ready, not time. “Put the clamp on now.”
    Mara applied the clit clamp with a practiced touch and then sat back on her heels,
    awaiting further instruction. But for the moment, he just gestured her back to the
    seating area. The next part was up to him.
    Another slap of the tawse on his leg sent a tremor through Delia’s body.
    “Do you know what that is, Delia?”
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    “No, Master.”
    “Good.”
    He had worked with a flogger and a paddle before, but the feel of the tawse was
    different so he started slow. Just a light slap on Delia’s ass at first, the leather straps making a disproportionately loud noise. She seemed more startled than pained, so he
    leaned into the next one a little more. The gratifying crack of the leather and