His finger continued its maddening dance, never quite dipping inside where she craved it most. Emily squirmed, seeking more friction, but Lucas’ other hand held her firmly in place.
“Stay still,” he commanded softly.
Emily bit her lip, trying to obey as arousal coiled tightly in her core. “Yes, Daddy,” she managed.
She gasped as she felt his other hand slide lower, a single finger circling her ass. The sensation was foreign but not unpleasant, sending little sparks of electricity up her spine.
“How does that feel?” Lucas murmured, his voice rough with desire.
Emily’s mind raced, processing the new sensations. “It’s… different,” she admitted. “But good. Really good.”
Lucas hummed approvingly. “That’s my good girl. Just relax and let me take care of you.”
As his fingers continued their dual assault, Emily’s thoughts drifted hazily. Christ, she thought, if this is just the warm-up, how the hell am I going to survive what comes next?
Lucas’ hands glided up Emily’s body, cupping and squeezing her breasts. His mouth found her ear, hot breath sending shivers down her spine as he pinched and tugged at both nipples.
Emily’s back arched involuntarily, a gasp escaping her lips. “Oh god,” she breathed.
“You like that, baby girl?” Lucas’ voice was low, tinged with desire.
“Y-yes,” Emily managed, her mind hazy with pleasure.
Lucas’ fingers continued their ministrations as he asked, “Have you ever used nipple clamps before, baby girl?”
Emily’s eyes flew open, her heart racing. She knew what they are, of course, but never… “No, Daddy,” she replied softly.
“Do you want to try?” His tone was careful, giving her space to refuse.
Emily paused, conflicting emotions warring within her. Part of her was apprehensive, unsure of the sensation. But a larger part, the part that craved new experiences and trusted Lucas implicitly, won out.
“Yes, Daddy,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the lapping water.
Lucas kissed her neck approvingly. “Good girl. We’ll start gentle, make sure you’re comfortable.”
Emily nodded, a mix of nervousness and excitement flooding her veins. She thought, What the hell am I getting myself into? But as Lucas’ hands continued their expert exploration of her body, she found she didn’t really care.
Lucas’ fingers pinched both nipples again, eliciting a soft moan from Emily. She heard him reach behind, the water sloshing gently as he moved. Her breath caught as his hands returned to her left breast, one teasing and rolling the sensitive bud while the other brought something cool and metallic to her skin.
“Ready, baby girl?” Lucas murmured, his voice husky with anticipation.
Emily swallowed hard, her heart pounding. “Yes, Daddy,” she whispered, bracing herself.
The clamp closed around her nipple, and Emily’s mouth fell open in a silent gasp. The sensation was intense – a sharp pinch that sent sparks of pleasure-pain radiating through her body.
“How does that feel?” Lucas asked, his fingers ghosting over her skin.
Emily struggled to find words, her mind reeling from the new sensation. “So good, Daddy,” she finally managed, her voice breathy and trembling.
Lucas hummed approvingly, his hands moving to her right breast. “Let’s make it even, shall we?”
As the second clamp closed, Emily cried out, a primal sound of mingled pleasure and pain. Her body felt like it was on fire, every nerve ending alight with sensation.
“And now?” Lucas’ voice was rough with desire, his hands sliding down to grip her hips.
Emily whimpered, overwhelmed by the intensity. “So good, Daddy,” she gasped. “So, so good.”
She leaned back against Lucas’ chest, her mind spinning. ‘Holy shit,’ she thought hazily. ‘This is fucking incredible.’
Lucas’ hand slid up her torso, fingers trailing over her stomach and between her breasts. “Look down, baby girl,” he murmured, his breath hot against her ear. “See how good your nipples look like this.”
Emily’s gaze dropped, her eyes widening as she took in the sight. The clamps gripped her nipples firmly, the metal glinting in the soft bathroom light. Between them stretched a delicate silver chain, swaying slightly with each of her rapid breaths.
“Fuck,” she whispered, mesmerized by the visual. Her nipples were flushed a deep pink, standing at attention beneath the clamps’ grip. The contrast against her pale skin was striking.
Lucas chuckled, the sound reverberating through his chest and into her back. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” His hand moved to the left clamp, guiding her fingers to it. “Now, I want you to tighten it yourself, baby girl. Make it intense, but not painful. Find that sweet spot.”
Emily’s fingers trembled as she adjusted the clamp, her breath catching as the pressure increased. She bit her lip, focusing on the sensations flooding her body.
“That’s it,” Lucas encouraged, his voice low and gravelly. “Right to that edge where it’s almost too much, but not quite. I want you riding that line, baby girl.”
She nodded, unable to form words as she fine-tuned the pressure. Her mind was a haze of pleasure and adrenaline, every nerve singing.
“Yes, Daddy,” she finally managed, her voice barely above a whisper. “Like this?”
Lucas’ approving growl sent a shiver down her spine. “Perfect, baby girl. Now the other one.”
As Emily reached for the right clamp, she couldn’t help but marvel at how quickly she’d fallen into this submissive headspace. It was liberating, letting go of control and trusting Lucas completely. She’d never felt anything quite like it.
Lucas’ hand ghosted over her sensitive skin, making her shiver. “Tell me, baby girl. How does it feel?” His voice was husky, laden with desire.
Emily took a shaky breath, trying to gather her thoughts. The sensations were overwhelming, unlike anything she’d experienced before. “It’s… intense,” she began, her voice breathy. “But not too much. There’s a soreness, but it’s not painful. It’s like… hot and cold at the same time.” She arched her back slightly, pressing against Lucas. “My whole body feels like it’s on fire.”
Lucas hummed approvingly, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her thigh. “That’s exactly where I want you, baby girl. Right on that edge.”
Emily’s mind raced, torn between the physical sensations and the emotional vulnerability of the moment. She’d never let anyone see her like this before, so raw and exposed. It was terrifying and exhilarating all at once.
“I’ve never felt anything like this before,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. “It’s… overwhelming.”
Lucas pressed a soft kiss to her shoulder. “You’re doing so well, Emily. I’ve got you.”
His words sent a flood of warmth through her, separate from the physical heat coursing through her body. She leaned back into him, surrendering to the moment completely.
Lucas’ hand slid up Emily’s thigh, coming to rest just below her hip. His touch was electric, sending tingles across her skin. “Are you ready for more, baby girl?” he asked, his breath hot against her ear.
Emily’s heart raced. She was already feeling so much, teetering on the edge of overstimulation. But God, she wanted more. Needed more. “Yes, daddy,” she breathed, her voice trembling with anticipation. “Please. Give me everything. I’ll take everything and thank you for it, daddy.”