I’ve been laying here, on her bed, for what seems an eternity, although the glowing red numbers on the clock tell a different tale. She left me here, naked, a white chess piece sitting precariously on my quivering stomach…
“If it’s not there, precisely in the same place, when I return, you will regret it.”
The menace in her voice left no room for doubt that she meant it. She’d left me with a kiss that left me hungry for more. Wet. Hot. Dominating. She, too, wore nothing, although it didn’t leave her looking vulnerable like it did me. Even naked she was clothed in power that made it hard to breathe…
Or maybe that was the pain that burned through the nerves of my most sensitive parts. Curling my fingers into fists, my nails biting into my soft palms so hard I wondered if they drew blood, I fought the primal desire to escape. It would be so simple. No ropes or chains held me. Only the promise that, if I held out, if I was a good girl for her, she would allow me to come for her. I tried to hold onto that thought, clinging like a drowning man would to a lifeline. I did my best to distract myself from the spreading agony burning my nipples and clit.
Earlier, she had dabbed ginger paste on them. One at a time, one hand clad in a blue latex glove. First the right. She’d used a basting brush, its soft bristles caressing my stiff nipple, tricking it as she applied a potent coat of pain over the sensitive surface. And then, simply because she is both cruel and loving, she attached a suction cup over it, turning the screw until the vacuum stretched it to double, perhaps triple its normal length.