The Training (Book 3: The Submissive Trilogy) by Tara Sue Me Read Free Book Online

down, Abigail,” I said. “Look and see just what a naughty girl you are.”
    My eyes followed hers, and I took in the sight of her perky nipples—decorated with my clamps, the chain hanging slightly.
    “We’re going to play a little game,” I said. “I want you to undress me.” She was still looking at her breasts. “Look at me.” When she looked up, I continued. “The catch is, each time you touch my cock, I earn the right to pull that chain.” I took a step back. “Start now.”
    I closed my eyes and waited for her to start. I wore only pants. It would be difficult, but not impossible, for her to undress me without touching my cock. The clamps were new to her. If she hated them, feared them, or was in too much pain, I knew my cock would go untouched during the next few minutes.
    By the time my pants were on the floor, I’d counted four touches of her hand. The last was a brazen upward stroke of my cock as she moved to her feet.
    Four.
    I hid my smile.
    “How many pulls do I get?” I asked.
    “Four, Master.”
    “Mmmmmm. Four.” I took the chain and gave a slow tug. She let out a guttural moan that shot straight to my cock.
    Fucking love this woman.
    “You owe me three more,” I said. “I’ll collect later.”
    I walked back to my cabinets and took out a silken rope. Once I returned behind her, I took both her arms and pulled them to her back. Taking my time and tying the rope with the utmost care, I gently but securely bound her arms.
    “I like you in this position,” I said, moving to stand in front of her again. “Your breasts pushed out in silent offering to me.” I slid a finger under the chain, caught her eyes, and gave a slow, upward tug on the chain.
    Her eyes fluttered. “Oh, God.”
    “Like that, do you?”
    She let out another moan. “Yes, Master.”
    I lifted the corner of my mouth in a smile, pleased she had taken to the clamps so well.
    “Spread your legs.” I slipped a hand between them; she was slick and ready.
    Almost.
    I needed her more heightened. More sensitive.
    I knelt between her legs and placed a kiss on her clit, then leaned back and blew gently. I stuck my tongue out and licked her slit from bottom to top, still focusing my attention on her clit. I placed soft kisses on her inner thighs and trailed a line to end between them, where I nibbled on her clit more. Sucked it into my mouth. I reached up, grabbed the chain, and pulled. She yelped, and I worked her clit even harder, bringing the pleasure and pain closer together in her mind. I grazed her with my teeth and gave the chain another hard tug. She jerked against me.
    I dropped the chain then and slid two fingers into her, reaching to the place—
right there
—I knew would make her totallyunhinged. I swirled my tongue around her clit and pushed my fingers into her again.
    She gasped and climaxed around me.
    Fuck.
    I heard her heavy breaths as I stood and noted the faint flush coloring her skin. Her breasts looked fine, but she’d had the clamps on long enough for the first time.
    “Deep breath, my lovely,” I said, taking a clamp in one hand and gently cupping her breasts with the other. Her warm breath floated across my shoulders and chest. “Another one,” I said. “Exhale slowly.”
    This time when she exhaled, I released the clamp as slowly as possible. She gave a sharp intake of breath as the blood returned.
    “Are you okay?” I asked.
    Her voice was tight. “Yes, Master.”
    “Very good.”
    I reached between her legs again and stroked her still sensitive flesh. She jerked her hips toward me.
    “Another deep breath,” I said when I felt her relax. “Exhale slowly.” Again, I removed the clamp, dropping them both to the floor. I slipped a finger into her, lightly brushing her clit with my thumb, hoping to alleviate some of the pain. Her hair tickled my cheek as I murmured how pleased I was with her. How proud. She sighed.
    “Spread your legs wide,” I said, backing away.
    I left her there for a