Hardened (17 page)

“Do I need to put it on? I’m not sure I know how.”

“No. I’ll handle all of that. You just need to lie still with your legs spread wide for me. Can you manage that, do you think?”

More lip chewing, then, “I believe I can, sir.” She manages a nervous little smile. “Shall I help you to get undressed?”

“No. You go on and get in the shower. I’ll be there in a moment.”

Delightfully obedient, she steps past me and through the door. A few seconds pass, then I hear the sound of running water. I’m naked in less than ten seconds and I follow her into the bathroom.

Correction, there’s no room in here for a bath. A toilet, a tiny wall-mounted washbasin, and the shower cubicle fill the space. The frosted glass doors are already steaming up, but Molly’s silhouette is still clearly visible. I pause to admire her for a moment, then I slide the door open and step in with her.

Molly moves back out of the spray to make room for me, then she drops to her knees.

Christ, what a find
. I arrange myself against the tiles opposite her, my shoulders resting on the cool white surface. The water streams over my chest, stomach, thighs, the flow powerful and comfortably warm. Thank God for decent water pressure. I glance up and note that the showerhead is the sort that you can adjust to create a narrow, concentrated spray. I have plans for that later.

I turn my attention to the lovely Molly, kneeling at my feet. She looks up at me, her wet hair in dark spikes around her face, the residual spray from my body trickling down her breasts and belly in gentle rivulets. My cock has been rock-solid since the moment I heard her low tone through the door entry system but now I take my erection in my fist and pump hard.

“Open your mouth, girl,” I command.

Molly inches forward and parts her lips. I place the head of my cock against her lower lip and allow her to widen and accept it. She shuffles closer, taking the whole of the head and a couple of inches of my shaft into her hot, wet cavern.

“Ah, Molly, that feels good.” I comb my fingers through her dripping locks, tightening my grip at the back of her head. I don’t force her head forward, but I hold her fast, leaving her in no doubt who’s in control here.

Molly laps at my cock, pressing her tongue against the sensitive area at the base of the head, then running the tip around the rim. She bobs back and forth, hollowing her cheeks to create suction.

Jesus, yes!

“Use your hands too. Cup my balls.”

She does as she’s told, squeezing and lifting, caressing my scrotum with her left hand as she wraps her right fist around the base of my shaft, the part she can’t quite manage with her mouth. She runs her hand up and down, the hot, wet friction sending my senses reeling.

“Harder,” I rasp. “Faster.”

She complies, increasing the pace of her rhythm. Her teeth scrape across the head of my dick, creating an additional edge of excitement. My balls draw up and contract. This won’t take long, though I suppose I could spin it out if I wanted. I decide not to. It’s been the best part of a week since she left my house in Yorkshire. I could have jerked myself off, I usually would, but I haven’t felt so inclined. I want Molly and she’s worth the wait but now I have an increasingly urgent need to shoot my load.

“Swallow it. All of it. Understood?” My voice is low, little more than a growl. I glance down. Molly’s eyes are wide, meeting mine, her gorgeous lips stretched around my cock as she nods her acceptance. Her hands find an additional gear as she speeds up her ministrations. She sucks harder, swirling her tongue over my cock and massaging my nuts to generate the last frisson of stimulation that tips me over the edge. My balls clench and twist, sending the surge of jizz up and out. I visualise my cum hitting the back of her throat in warm, viscous ribbons. A few drops spill from the corner of her mouth but she uses her fingertip to swipe them back between her lips.

My semen continues to flow, filling her mouth again as her throat works fast to clear her airway. I twist my fingers in her hair to the point I know I have to be hurting her, but she makes no protest, just continues to suck, to lick, to swallow until at last I’m spent.

I release my grip and relax back against the tiles as Molly eases my cock from her mouth. She holds it in both hands, using her tongue to clean the head thoroughly before finally looking up at me.

“Was that okay, sir? I haven’t had much practice.”

My eyes are closed, my head tilted back as the world rights itself again. “It was fucking wonderful. And believe me, practice won’t be an issue.”

She remains on her knees until I extend my hand to help her up. She reaches for the soap but I shake my head. “Turn around, Molly. Lean on the tiles and shove your bottom out. Spread your legs as wide as you can.”

As soon as she’s in position I dislodge the showerhead from its cradle and adjust the spray. The powerful, concentrated flow causes the shower to press back into the palm of my hand. Fucking perfect.

I reach between her legs and stroke her pussy. Molly sighs and arches her back. I use my fingers to part the lips surrounding her clit and drop to my knees behind her.

“Sir? What are you—Oh!”

The jet of water hits her clit. She jerks, would probably leap out of range but for my growled command to not move a fucking muscle.

I angle the spray, first one side, then the other, then I aim straight at the tip. It’s intense, I know that, but I don’t let up.

“Sir, I can’t. Please…”

“You have my permission to come, Molly.”

“Thank you, sir,” she mutters, the relief evident in her low moan, right before the first convulsion seizes her quivering frame.

I continue to play the water across her sensitive core, drawing out every last shiver and tremble before I finally let up. I have my reasons. Her first experience of a clit clip is likely to prove problematic if I attempt to fit it while she’s on the verge of orgasm. This will take the edge off enough for me to be able to manage her.

Satisfied she has no more to offer me right now, I stand and replace the showerhead. Taking the soap from the dish on the wall of the cubicle I start to massage it into her shoulders, her back, her bottom, then down the backs of her thighs. I even pick up each of her feet and soap up the soles before ordering her to turn around. I work the lather into her breasts, across her stomach, her smooth mound, her still swollen pussy and clit, then I crouch before her to wash her legs.

When there is not an inch of her body not lathered and cleaned I stand and grab her shampoo. It only takes only a few moments to work a thick lather through her cropped hair but I take my time massaging her scalp, loving the way she relaxes under my fingers. I reach for the shower again, adjust the flow to a more moderate setting, and proceed to rinse her hair. It squeaks as I run my fingers through it. A small squirt of conditioner comes next, and more massaging followed by rinsing. At last I take the showerhead again and start to swill the soap away. Molly is compliant and obedient throughout, turning on command, lifting her arms, her feet, spreading her legs. The soapy lather disappears down the plughole and the water runs clear.

“That was nice. Thank you. Shall I do you now, sir?” Her eyes are languorous, the pupils already dilating. Perfect for what’s to come next.

“No, I can manage. Grab a towel and wait for me on your bed.”

She blinks up at me as though not entirely comprehending. I turn off the shower and slide open the cubicle door to reach for one of two fluffy yellow towels dangling from a hook on the back of the door. I wrap it around her and tuck the ends in between her breasts, then I kiss the end of her nose.

“Wait for me. I won’t be long.”

She nods and pads away. I might have insisted on a ‘Yes, sir,’ but decide to let that go on this occasion. The door closes behind her and I turn the lever to start the shower again, then step back under the spray. I turn the temperature down and direct the water right onto my stiffening cock. Every little bit helps.

Molly is curled up on her bed when I exit the shower room, the pillows propped behind her. The towel remains tightly wrapped around her damp body, its twin now draped around my hips. The nipple clamps and clit clip remain on the table just where I left them. I pick them up as I pass and drop them onto the duvet by her feet.

“You ready?”

She smiles but can’t quite conceal her nervousness, her features betraying a delectable blend of apprehension and curiosity. And lust. “I think so, sir. Should I take this off now?” She loosens the towel.

I nod and hold out my hand to take it from her.

Naked again, and delightfully unselfconscious, Molly kneels up on the bed. I pick up the clamps.

“Put your hands behind your back, cup each elbow with the opposite hand if you can, please.”

She obeys at once, the posture thrusting her shoulders back and her breasts forward. Her rose-tinted nipples are already pebbling but I need them even harder, stiffer, longer. I perch beside her, one hip on the mattress, and place my hand under the lower curve of her left breast. I lift it, testing the weight, caressing the firm mound for several seconds before I slide my hand up to take the nipple between my finger and thumb. I roll it, gentle at first, then more firmly. I watch her carefully, searching her expressive eyes for the first glimmer of discomfort. I have it, and I pause, not releasing the pressure but not ramping it up either.

She lowers her gaze, so I give her tight peak a hard squeeze. “Look at me. Don’t look away. I need to see exactly how much this is hurting you.”

“It is, sir. Aagh!”

“I know. It’s the point just before it becomes unbearable that I want to hit though. I want that moment, right before you say your safeword.”

Her eyes are glittering as tears gather, then start to spill. I twist the engorged nub, eliciting another startled squeal.

“Are we there yet, Molly?”

She shakes her head, her lips flattened into a tortured grimace. It would have been easy for her to nod, to tell me it was enough. She could whimper her safeword ‘cooler’ or even ‘jailbird,’ but she doesn’t. Despite her lack of experience my little Molly is a refreshingly transparent sub, even when honesty is not in her best interest. I store that away for future reference and apply just a fraction more pressure.

She opens her mouth, but I know it even before she gasps her safeword. I slacken my grip just a little, and slide the first tweezer over the pebbled peak. The sliding bead adjusts and I use it to apply just the same amount of pressure as my fingers, then I tilt my head to appreciate the result. The pretty little blue beads are suspended from her nipple, twinkling as they catch the light. Molly continues to gaze at me, never once wavering.

“Nice. Now, the other one.” I twirl my finger in the air to I indicate I need her to turn around so I can reach. She does so, though her fear is evident in her expression, and the sharp hiss of alarm as I start to roll the vulnerable nub between my finger and thumb.

“You know how this works now. Use your safeword when it gets too much.” I tug and twist and squeeze, all the while holding her gaze as the pain builds, blooms, and eventually reaches the point where it’s about to mushroom out of control.

“Cooler,” she gasps.

I stop and slide the other clamp into place. “You can move your hands now.”

She does, though still kneeling on the bed. She looks thoroughly miserable. I cup her jaw in my palm. “Breathe in through your nose, hold the breath for a few seconds, then out slowly. The pain will lessen as you get used to it.”

She does as I suggest, and after a few seconds her expression clears. I would not go so far as to describe her as comfortable exactly, but she’s certainly coping. I lean in to kiss her.

“You’re doing so well, sweetheart. Are you okay to continue?”

She frowns, but nods.

“Say it, love.”

“I want to continue, sir.”

“Good. Lie down then, on your stomach.”

“But, that’ll hurt. Sir.”

“Pain adds to the pleasure though, wouldn’t you agree? You need to be fucked, hard and deep, and fast, and I want to take you from behind this time, just to remind you who calls the shots here.” I pause, hold her gaze, then, deliberately hardening my voice I clinch it. “Do as you’re told, or accept the spanking. It’ll be no fun going over my knee with your nipples clamped. Last chance.”

Molly gets the point and wriggles onto her stomach without further ado, squirming as her clamped nipples press against the mattress. I’m pleased to see that the bed’s headboard is made of metal, with handy-looking vertical bars. I didn’t bring any cuffs with me, but resolve to be better equipped next time.

“Take hold of the bed head and hang on.” I grab a couple of pillows and shove them under her hips to elevate her bum a little, though not enough to relieve the pressure on her clamped nipples. Then I drop the towel still covering my lower body and extract a couple of condoms from my jacket pocket.

Despite my sternness earlier, when I enter her I do so gently. My intention is to test Molly’s pain threshold, nothing more. She’s done as I asked, allowed me to clamp her and I know full well that this is a big deal to her. I want her to enjoy what comes next.

Molly is wet—delightfully, enticingly dripping, her cunt tight and hot and so very ready. I stroke in and out, careful to hit her inner sweet spot with each pass. She gasps and moans, writhing under me. I can only assume the clamps are forgotten for now, or at least no longer the foremost thing on her mind. I slide my hand around to make contact with her clit, still swollen and moist from her arousal earlier, in the shower. She groans and arches her back to lift her bottom up even further.

“Feeling good, Molly?”

“Yes, sir,” she breathes. “Very good.”

“Not too sore?”

“Sore?”

I slip my spare hand under our bodies to brush against her distended nubs. Molly lets out a yelp.

“Sore,” I affirm. “I’ll remove these soon. Now, I want you to come for me.”

I draw my cock back and deliver a sharp, deep thrust, followed by several shallower strokes. Molly goes wild, her inner walls quivering around my cock as she starts to climax. She gyrates her hips and clenches her lower muscles hard. I deliver a quick slap to her buttock, and that’s enough to drive her over the edge. She screams her release, her body racked by a series of hard shudders as she convulses under me. I pick up a hard, rapid pace again, and in just a few seconds my nuts clench in readiness to eject more semen. I spear deep into her, the head of my cock bumping her cervix as I hold still, my erection twitching madly as the semen surges from my swollen balls to fill the condom.