Nipples

You had often heard it was possible to orgasm just from nipple play but had never tested the theory, but now today was the day. No touching below the waist, no neck nibbling, no kissing the mouth, all attention and effort whether that be mouth or fingers or whatever must be on the nipples. You were determined to push the limits and make it happen. What you didn't know until it was too late was that the rule applied to both of you and to ensure it, you found yourself tied, stretched open, blindfolded and helpless, waiting and hoping he would obey the rules but knowing you had no control over that other than your sheer willpower. Knowing how much of a sub he was though made you believe he would follow through in exquisite fashion.

So here you are, lying, stretching your senses, is he there, when will he touch, how will he touch, no sound, just the cool breeze and your excitement making your nibbles crinkle, feeling yourself grow wet, and beginning to ache, wondering if begging would make it happen faster. A cold droplet suddenly lands on your left nibble, so cold, and running down your side, a moan breathing out, a second drop and your nipple hardens, reaching, offering, then two more in quick succession, then nothing,the breeze drying the wetness. where is he, what is next, three drops on the right, both nipples so hard it hurts, oohhh, the clamps bite in, a gasp and your body clenches, how could he. his breath , so warm, caressing, and a hard tug on the chain, the tip of a tongue tracing the edges of the clamp, another tug on the left, then a tug on the right, pulling, stretching, throbbing, and pulsing spreading downward, to echo with each sensation. The clamps pulled off to be replaced with his teeth, biting down and gnawing, you know they will be so sensitive tomorrow under your silk top, wondering if he is marking you, the thought sending tingles through you, yes, you want that, proof you are his, he is yours, knowing he dares, knowing what torture you will inflict on his nipples, later, and a smile curls over your lips. Soft gentle sucks, light caresses of the tongue, bites, hard sucks, fingers pinching, holding the nipple stretched, squeezed, shoved into his mouth, dragging the nipples to rub each other, feeling the rough, rubbery sensations from each as they slide, wet from his mouth, on and on it goes, so very sensitive now, each touch an agony, a continuous moan, he is a devil, so mean, not letting you, never finishing, hips pushing up, wetness leaking down between, to puddle beneath you, both nipples in his mouth at once, tongue teasing, teeth holding them as he lashes each, sucking them harder, feeling them swell, feeling the blood pulsing against his tongue, so swollen, so hard, as he continues. Then nothing, the throbbing of each, as they strain upward, no touch, only the breeze, even that increases the ache, then fingers take each, pinching hard and rubbing the tips together, back and forth, around and around, like his tongue on your clit, and that thought sends you over, muscles tensing, clit pulsing, thighs tight, pushing up, neck arching back, yes, yes, Yes.