Southern Submission (Southern Submission (A Southern BDSM erotic romance)) (5 page)

More noises behind me,
then he was back.  “Alex, I’m going to put nipple clamps on those glorious
tits.  It’s going to feel amazing, but you’re not going to come yet,
ok?  You can come when I take them off, but you’re not going to come when
they’re on.  You can do this for me.”

I moaned, swallowed,
found my voice.  “Ok.  I’ll be good.”

Tad cupped my right
breast in his hand and stroked my nipple with his thumb.  It hardened even
further, and he said, “Your tits are amazing, Alexa.”  Then his mouth
closed around my other nipple, sucking and biting it to full hardness.  I
gasped and fought to keep my hands at my sides like he’d told me.

Suddenly he was gone
again, and I teetered, off balance.  I heard a quiet click, then out of
nowhere felt a sharp cold pressure on my right nipple.  I whined and
jerked, but he must have been ready for me because my left nipple was clamped
before I finished my involuntary movement.  The nonstop painful pressure
was similar to what Tad had done to me in the park, when he’d pinched my nipple
the whole time he was finger-fucking me, but this was so much worse.  Both
nipples were being pinched hard, and I wondered if I was going to lose
sensation in them.  I whimpered.

He picked up one of my
big breasts and held it in his hand, then casually slapped it with the other
hand.  I whimpered and tried not to squirm as he worked the clamps on my
nipples, attaching a heavy metal chain between them.  It pulled my aching
breasts together and down, and the chain brushed the top of my tummy as I
breathed.

Tad’s fingers started
trailing down my stomach.  He said, “You’re my brave girl, Alex. 
Your tits look so good like that.  Yes, the clamps are very tight, aren’t
they?” 

I nodded.

Tad’s fingers tickled
both sides of my hipbones.  “But nipples are very tough, Alex.  Step
up, high over your dress, and walk forward, girl.”

He took my small hands
in his, supporting me in the dizzy darkness as I took a step toward him. 
He halted me and ran his thumbs over my palms. 

“Anyway, your nipples
will go numb eventually,” Tad continued.  “Spread your legs.”

I planted my feet a
little wider, with my feet shoulder-width apart.  I felt shy again. 
Guys didn’t like to
inspect
my goods - stick a finger in there, maybe,
or lick it for a few minutes, but not spread me open and look at me.

Tad clicked his
tongue.  “Wider, Alex.”

I hesitated, and his
voice went gentle.  “You’re beautiful, Alex.  I like to look at
you.  Make me happy, girl.” 

I spread my legs even
wider, til I felt the strain in my knees, and his hot hands started drifting
down my body again.  “Yes, Alex, good girl.”

His hands trailed down
my thighs, tickling behind my knees, then one hand lifted off and joined the
other at my ankle.  He started unbuckling my sandals.  “When your
tits are numb, I’m going to yank both of those clamps off, and you’re going to
scream your pretty little head off while you come.  Step out of this
shoe.  Good.”  He moved to the other shoe.  “And I’m going to be
fucking you while that happens.  Ok, step out of the other one.  Now
kneel, Alex, on your knees.”

I knelt, feeling the
cool hardwood under my knees.  I heard a zipper going down and cloth
rustling.  I was drooling at the thought of finally tasting his cock,
finally giving him a dose of the torment he’d been giving me, finally getting
some sex even if it was just giving head.  I opened my mouth, and he
chuckled.

“You ready for me,
baby?  You want to suck this cock?”  His hands, surprisingly gentle,
tilted my head up a tiny bit.  Then his fingers were in my mouth, feeling
my teeth, touching my tongue.  It was so unexpected and so erotic, I
groaned again.  In response to my moan, the fingers disappeared and
finally a cock replaced them.  He was thick enough for a good mouthful,
his knob slicked with pre-come, and then he thrust slowly in and I realized he
was long, longer than I’d had before, and he was going to take my mouth. 

I gagged and he backed
off, let me draw a shuddering breath, then he was pushing back in to my
mouth.  He buried his hands in my hair and said, “Oh, you’re going to
learn to take this cock.  We’ll take it slowly, train you to take all of
me.  Your mouth is so fucking hot, Alex.” 

I gagged again. 
This time he held my head firmly on his cock for an eternal second or two, then
slowly slid out so I could breathe.  “You’re doing great, beautiful girl,
you’re trying so hard for me.  One more time, hang in there.”

Then again, he slid his
cock into my mouth.  There was pubic hair all around my nose, but it
wasn’t til he’d gone even further that my nose brushed the skin of his
belly.  God, his cock was so long!  I choked, tried to relax, tried
to take just a little more to show him I was a good girl.  The hands that
were so firmly holding my head relaxed a little.  Tad petted my head and
then pulled his cock out. 

“That’s good, that’s
plenty for now, Alex girl.  It’s time for you to come for me.  Stand
up,” Tad said. 

I scrambled to my feet. 
The chain between my nipples flopped as I moved and fresh pain shot up from my
tits.  My pussy throbbed and it felt like my arousal was a distant cousin
of the pain in my tits.  Tad’s hands had disappeared, leaving me dizzy,
blind, afraid to move in the center of the room.  Then his hands were
back, wordlessly turning me around, urging me to take a step forward. 

“Yes.  Bend over
– yes, that’s it.”

I bent at the waist,
confused, totally lost in the darkness.  His hands moved my arms forward
and wrapped my fingers around cold metal – the foot of the bed,
maybe? 

“Spread your legs for
me, Alex.”  The hands slid down my curves, over the swelling line of my
butt where I bent forward, down onto my fleshy thighs.  I felt a blush
rising as I shuffled my legs apart. 

“Wider, Alex,” Tad
chided.  “I want to see every inch of you.”

I spread my legs
wider.  My hands were clamped far apart on the bed frame and my feet were
spread almost as wide as my hands.  I tried not to pant, not to freak out
at the thought of Tad looking at my sex.  I jumped when his fingers
trailed down my butt to my gaping pussy, and I jumped again when another hand
thumped my throbbing nipple. 

“Tad,” I moaned.

“Soon, beautiful,” he
soothed.  Then his finger plunged into my pussy.  “So wet,” he
said.  A second finger joined the first, widening my channel, making me
hiss with delight.  He fucked my sex, over and over, never once touching
my clit.  If he had, I would have come right then, but his sure fingers
just kept pounding away at my g-spot.  I moaned and shook and held onto
the metal bedframe for dear life. 

“Are you ready to come
for me, Alex?” he finally asked.

I was panting rhythmically
and I half-yelled, “Yes!”

Suddenly, with a
blinding flash of pain, Tad yanked the chain between the nipple clamps, ripping
them free of my abused flesh.  I screamed once, short and loud, at the
pain, then screamed again as my orgasm hit.  The blood rushed back into my
swollen breasts, sending shocks of lightning through me.  My pussy
clenched around his invading fingers as Tad kept on fucking me with his
hand. 

When I finally calmed down,
Tad was stroking my back with one hand while he slowly worked his fingers
inside me with the other.  “Oh yes, Alex, you were so beautiful and so
brave and so fucking sexy, girl.”  His hand slid down and cupped my aching
tit.  I groaned.  “You’ve got me so hard, baby.  I need you to do
it again.  Suck my cock again before I put the condom on and fuck your
brains out, Alexa.”

I dropped to my knees
and opened my mouth, feeling as helpless as a baby bird.  Tad’s fingers
opened my mouth again, and again, it was deeply erotic.  My tits felt
twice as big as usual, huge and swollen and hot, and when I took his hard cock
in my mouth I felt like I could take anything. Tad’s hands clamped in my hair
and he groaned and plunged into me as his cock throbbed in my throat.  For
a moment, I felt like a conquering sex goddess – I had made this
incredibly hot guy moan desperately!  Then I couldn’t breathe, and I was
the one bucking against him, trying to escape.  Tad held me against him
for a moment and then pushed me off of him. 

“Oh, God, good girl
Alex.  Well done.”  I could hear the distinctive noise of a condom
wrapper ripping, then the wet rubber sound of the condom going on.  “Do
you want to come?  Do you want me to fuck you?”

I nodded, then
whispered, “Yes.” 

“Stand up!” 

I stood and Tad spun me
around, guiding me a few steps in one direction and then spinning me around
again.  He pushed and I fell back with a shriek.  I fell backwards
only an inch or so before my thighs hit the bed.  My tits were throbbing
as I crawled backwards on my elbows, feeling Tad’s warmth above me.  “Do
you want my cock, beautiful girl?  Do you want to come, Alex?” he asked,
voice rough with passion.  A finger found my clit and then slipped inside
my channel.

I groaned.  “Yes,
Tad, yes, fuck me, please!”

The fingertip
disappeared and his cock was suddenly sliding inside my sheath.  I
whimpered, pleading wordlessly, and wrapped my arms around Tad’s muscular
shoulders.  His chest rasped on my aching nipples as he leaned down to
kiss me.  Tad’s cock plunged into me, pounding me further open with every
stroke.  I couldn’t think, couldn’t even consider how unusual it was for a
man to make me come so fast, then push me into such arousal again.  His
wet skin slapped against my clit, bringing little sparks of arousal through my
body, and I curved my pelvis to meet him. 

Tad finally broke the
kiss, sucking at my lip as he lifted his head from mine.  He ran his hand
through my hair, then grabbed a fistful of dark curls and pulled my head to the
side.  I lay exposed to him, bared in some deep primal sense, and I felt
my arousal increase even more.  I clawed at his back, whimpering and
begging to come again, and I screamed as he bit my neck.  My pussy
clenched on his cock as I exploded into another orgasm, and I felt him swell
then stiffen as he came with me. 

We lay like dead things
for an eternity.  Eventually Tad propped himself up, pulled out, and
pushed the blindfold off of me.  The light was blinding, but more than
that, the new sensory input was overwhelming.  I started to cry, great
convulsions under him. 

“Ohh, it’s ok,
beautiful.  Shhh,” Tad said.  He wrapped my arm around his neck and then
flopped over on his side so I was pulled into his chest.  The crying
stopped as mysteriously as it had started, and moments later I was sniffling
and feeling very foolish.

I snuffled, swallowed,
tried my voice.  “I don’t want to give you a big head or anything, but
that was pretty outstanding, Tad.” 

He laughed, booming
against my chest.  “Yes, it was.  You sure that was your first time
doing anything kinky?  You are a born submissive in bed.”

I scowled and punched
him in the ribs.  “I’ll submissive you!”

“In bed!  Just in
bed.  I can’t wait to do that again.”  The redhead rolled me off of
him.  “Lemme get rid of this –” he waggled the limp, slimy condom at
me “—and I’ll be right back.  You need anything?”

“Nah,” I said, pulling
a corner of the comforter onto my body.  “Oh, wait, yes!  Bring my
phone, please; I have to let Lisa know you didn’t kill me.”

A few minutes later,
and several miles away, Lisa’s phone buzzed.  She laughed when she read
the message: 
U r right.  He is v dirty!  ;)

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I’m Bellatrix Turner,
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If you liked this
story, be sure to check out some of my other works!  This is an excerpt
from
At the Prince’s Pleasure
, the story of a young noblewoman
married to a foreign prince.

My new husband had
stepped back and was eyeing me up and down.  “We will do this, then your
dancing.  Tonight will be better, but I must make you mine now.” 

He reached for me and I
took an instinctively fearful step backwards.  My knees ran into the bed and
I sat down quite suddenly.  “Eeep!” I squeaked, suddenly afraid.

The big man stepped
forward and knelt before me.  He flipped my frothy white skirts up,
exposing my legs, and I gasped in shock.  His big hands landed on my knees
and skimmed up the sides of my tightly closed legs and I forgot to
breathe.  His hands were huge and rough with callouses, but his touch was
soft and I felt a strange tingling start deep within my body. 

He slid his hands back
down the tops of my thighs then slipped his thumbs between my knees. 
“Easy, girl,” he rumbled, as he pressed my legs an inch apart.  Then his
hands stroked up the soft skin of my inner thighs.  I realized I was
clutching the bedsheets, growing more and more lightheaded in the confines of my
corset.  When his thumb stroked across the silk of my panties, I gasped in
the biggest breath possible with a hissing moan.