My Sexual Awakening - Part 6
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My eyes were locked on his hands as he brought the clamps to my lips. The sensation of feeling one clamp and then the other attach to my most tender of flesh made my body want to revolt and say no. But my heart told me to trust him. I put my hands on my thighs and took a few breaths, trying to focus my thoughts.
“I didn’t tell you to take your hand off your nipple,” he stated.
“Sorry,” I said, then quickly latched my fingers back on my nipples.
“Squeeze them with the same pressure you feel on your lips.”
The first jolt of pain made me jump. I dropped my nipples from my fingers and said, “Ouch!”
He looked at me and grinned, “Naughty girl, I told you to keep your fingers on your nipples. Now you have to be punished. Carefully, move to all fours.”
I had no idea what had gotten into my husband and why he suddenly was so dominating, but I loved it. This is what I craved. I slowly turned over and when I presented my ass to him, I held firm, waiting for the spanking.
Smack
Smack
Smack
I wanted to cry out, but I didn’t. I kept it together and before I knew it; I was rewarded. I felt his cock sliding into my soaked pussy. The clamps were still attached to my lips, the device on, and now he was thrusting in and out.
“Ahh,” I moaned over and over. His hands were on my hips, and he guided me back and forth along his cock. The sound of my juices sloshing against him echoed in my brain. The smell of sex of everywhere surrounded us. “Yes, more, yes,” I moaned.
His hand came down again on my ass. Both cheeks stung from the punishment. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take from this stimulation when the orgasm flooded me. I lost control of everything, and the floodgates opened. It started in my eyes; I could feel the pressure building. As the wave traveled down to my breast, through the pit of my stomach, into my pussy and down my thighs, ending at my toes, I collapsed.
“Not yet, you don’t,” my husband said as his arm wrapped around my waist, holding me in place as he pumped into my pussy. Over and over, he pounded me and when he came, it felt like hot lava shooting inside of me.
The clamps were still going off. My lips had gone numb. I felt my husband’s hand touching them, gently pulling them off of my folds.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
I nodded my head. That was all I could muster.
“Are you sure?” I felt his lips pressing against my spine.
“Yes,” I whispered.
He wrapped me in his arms and pulled me to the edge of the bed, and then lifted me up. He walked me to the bathroom and placed me in the bath. The water had turned cold. He turned the hot water on and grabbed a washcloth. He started using it to massage my hands, arms, and then legs. As the water warmed my body, I opened my eyes and looked at him. He was smiling at me.
“I love you,” I said.
His smile warmed my heart. I would cherish that look forever. “I can’t begin to tell you how much I love you,” he responded.
“This weekend was amazing.”
He nodded, “It was one of the best I can remember.”
I laughed, “I don’t know if I can even walk. Thank God I don’t ride horses for a living. I know I can’t sit down.”
He smiled and laughed in return, “Was I too hard on you? I just kind of went with it. I didn’t really know what I was doing.”
“You were great. I loved all of it. But I love this aftercare.”
He grinned, “Taking care of you is all the happiness I need.”