The House of Pain by Tara Crescent Read Free Book Online

He takes a nipple between his fingers, pinches and pulls it, hard enough to be painful, soft enough to send bolts of pleasure coursing through me.
    “And every guy in that audience definitely wanted to do this.” He lowers his mouth onto my nipple. I groan. He grazes my nipples between his teeth and the act sends shock waves of pleasure all through my body. I moan. I arch towards him, helpless in the face of the feel of him.
    A quick, hard pinch on my nipple. “Keep still,” he chides again.
    “Sorry,” I mutter. I’m not being a very good submissive, not according to the reading I have done on the internet.
    His mouth has moved to my other nipple, and it is all I can do to hold still. I want to touch him, to pull his head onto mine, to feel his hard cock drive into my shuddering pussy. This pace, this slow, deliberate pace that he’s setting; it is maddening.
    “Doug,” I moan. “I want to touch you.” My voice is heavy with need.
    “And you will, Sara,” he promises. “Just not yet.”
    His hands move over me, his mouth traces a warm path. My pussy is drenched; the slow seduction performing its magic.
    His fingers finally graze my panties. I still immediately, with a sharp intake of breath. I can’t believe how wet I am; how aroused. “Please,” I beg, my voice high and keening.
    “Patience,” Doug urges, his voice hoarse. I can feel his erection. He’s affected by this too. But his control is flawless. He strokes me through the panties, feels their dampness.
    “Having fun, Sara?” There’s male satisfaction in his voice.
    I’m too aroused to be annoyed by the display of male pride. I want him to rip my panties off. I want him to thrust hard into me.
    I keep still instead.
    “Good girl.” Again, approval in his voice, and again, he’s got a reward for me. He tugs my panties down, past my knees and I kick them off. They land on the floor somewhere.
    Doug is gazing at my pussy, his gaze smouldering. I’ve shaved. He parts my outer pussy lips, traces the inner folds with his fingers. I whimper. He bends his head, takes a long, slow lick. I whimper yet again, my hands clutching his head.
    Finally, after what seems like hours, he lowers his mouth on my clitoris, sucking it into his mouth, while he thrusts two fingers into my pussy. I moan and whimper. This is so good. I feel the tension build in me, and I know I’m not going to last very long at all. I’ve been ready to explode all during his slow exploration of my body.
    He slides his hand under me, pulls me up into his mouth. I clutch at his head, fighting the need to pull him deep within me, and never let him go.
    My eyes meet his. The heat in my eyes is mirrored in his, and that does it. I can’t last anymore. My body spasms, and my orgasm rips through me in a pulsing of electricity.
    He doesn’t stop licking all through my orgasm. His tongue stays on me, his fingers pump in and out, and as the tremors finally ease, he gently gives me one final lick, and raises his head.
    “I’m pretty sure every guy at the House of Pain wanted to do that, wanted to be the person sending you over the edge.” He sounds pleased. Men.
    “Doug,” I whisper, “I want to touch you.”
    “In a second, baby,” he says. He gets off the bed; quickly undresses and grabs something from a drawer.
    I gaze at him in turn, transfixed. He is gorgeous. Lean and hard and muscled, with a sprinkling of chest hair that snakes downwards in a pathway towards his cock, standing erect and engorged. His cock. I sigh softly. It is long and hard, and I want to feel it more than anything in the world.
    “Sara,” he says softly. He shows me what’s in his hands. It’s a pair of nipple clamps. “I’m going to put them on your nipples, Sara,” he says, and this time, there’s muted command in his voice. “And then, I want you to ride me.”
    Yes. I get to feel him inside me. He’s not going to tie me up, I get to touch him. I smile at him. “Okay,” I say. My voice sounds