"Now, nipple-clamp service isn't exactly like cock-ring service," she continued, "because nipple clamps are very visible under clothes, so I can't really send you out for coffee like that. And nipple clamps fall off, so they're best when your service can be done with just a little motion, perhaps on your back."
She stood up on the bed and slipped off her robe, standing naked in the morning light. She was breathtaking. I was hopeful she would settle back down on my cock and fuck me like that. She stood for a moment longer, letting me admire her, before sitting down, knees on either side of me, but settling not on my hips, not on my cock, but on my belly.
She reached down and pulled gently on the chain connecting the clips. I gasped. "The other thing about nipple-clamp service, Nicky," she said, "is that it's painful. That's the point. It is going to hurt you. You will serve me, and you will think about pain while you do. You'll think about the pain that lovers cause one another."
Fuck, it did hurt. She tugged again and I gasped again. "I have an urgent need now Nicky. I need to come," she said. "Make me come now Nicky."
She lifted her hips and moved up my body, bringing her pussy to my mouth. She set herself down on my mouth, and I kissed her pussy, intent on her pleasure. I had the feeling that my cock had been abandoned—rock hard, but so far away. I took her ass in my hands so I could move her closer to me, and I licked her, gently at first, warming her up, remembering her coffee-hot mouth on my cock, my nipples, trying to equal the pleasure she had given me. I found her clit with my tongue and that made her gasp. I kneaded her ass with my hands and pressed her tight to my mouth. She began to grind against me, her hands behind her on the bed, levering herself harder and harder against my mouth. As she pressed down on me, it became less and less about my actions, more and more about hers. I made my mouth and tongue soft for her, and she used them, used my face. She rubbed back and forth against my face, my lips, my tongue, faster and harder and faster until, with a gasp, she came, crying out and falling backwards, collapsing on top of me, her pussy still in my face, her knees on either side of my head. I nibbled her tenderly, pressed my tongue against her and felt the aftershocks, until she, with great effort, rolled off me.
She turned around to lie next to me, put her leg over mine, and kissed my cheek. Then her hand found the chain between the clamps and she tugged gently. "It's a good thing you're so good at that Nicky," she said, tugging, over and over, making me gasp with each pull, the feeling shooting straight to my poor abandoned hard on. I wondered if the rhythm of it would make me come. Then suddenly, she stopped. "I think nipple-clamp service is over for now," she said, and quickly un-snapped the clips from my tender chest, making me gasp once again at the pain flooding my suddenly released nipples.
She frankly bounced out of bed then, energized. "Let's take a shower, Nick and head out," she said. "The day is too nice for us to spend it all cooped up in here."
My throbbing cock filled me with other thoughts, and I groaned and lay back for a moment. But I held out my hopes for a quickie in the shower, and, ever optimistic, followed her naked ass from the bedroom and into the shower.
