a-male-gaze:

He rubbed his thumb up and down her slit, pressing down on her clit every time he reached it. The clothespegs clattered as he jostled them and pulled the sensitive pink skin back and forth with his movement. “How does this feel, honey?”

She winced in pain. “Oof. It feels good.”

He slid two fingers into her hole and began pumping them in and out, his thumb still firmly on her clit, his fingers curling up to press toward it from inside. His hand shoved the clothespegs roughly aside as he moved. “How about now?”

“Ow. Ouch. Ooh. Ow.”

He stopped moving. “Do you want another clothespeg, darling?”

“No! No… This is good. We don’t need any more.”

He took another one from the pile next to them while she shook her head. “Let’s add another one.” He surveyed the cunt displayed before him. She was sitting on the bed with her legs spread, giving him a nice view. And access. Access was important. She leaned back on her hands, not getting in his way no matter how much she protested. She was a good girl.

Her inner and outer lips were festooned with clothespegs in all shapes and sizes, wooden and plastic and even a few metal ones. He poked at them with the tip of the new peg, playfully clumsy while she yelped and twitched her hips. The one he held was one of the nastier wooden ones.

“It’s tricky, baby, there’s not much space left. Spread them out for me, will you? That’s right, spread your legs more. Lie back so you can use both your hands. Here, have some extra pillows. Good. Very good.”

She mewled in pain as she followed his instructions, using her hands to hold the clamps against her inner thighs while spreading herself wide for him.

He looked at the result and frowned. “Nope, I guess there’s no more space. There’s no gap big enough to fit another one.”

She sighed in relief, until he continued. “… Well, except for the obvious place. We can fit one more, sweetie.”

“No! No, you can’t! No, please don’t! Please!”

He ignored her pleas and carefully nestled the jaws of the clothespeg around her swollen clit. Then he let go, watching calmly as the sensitive little nub was crushed between. She was begging and crying and rocking her hips involuntarily, but she hadn’t moved her hands from their position. She was a good girl.

“Please take them off! Please it hurts so much. It hurts.”

He leaned over her, slid his hand under the back of her head and grabbed tight, lifting her face up to his. “Kiss me.”

She did. She kissed him desperately, hoping for a reprieve, hoping for mercy, hoping for his approval.

He pulled back and gestured down along his body, forcing her gaze to follow. “Now look what you did. You got me all excited. We’ll have to do something about that.” His cock was hard and ready. Her eyes widened as she realized what was about to happen; then he moved to push the head of it inside her. She couldn’t stop him. Wouldn’t. Her hands stayed in position.

“Mmmm you’re so warm inside. So soft. You feel good.”

He lowered his weight, going all the way in, pressing the clit clamp flat against her body with his. She shrieked but he cut that off by kissing her again. “Hug me.” His voice was low and urgent.

She took her hands away from the clamps–his body was holding them in place now–and wrapped them around his back, squeezing tightly as if she was holding on for dear life. She begged him over and over. “Take them off! Please take them off, please don’t fuck me this way, please don’t, it’s too much, please.”

He stopped her with a finger across her lips. “Ssshhh don’t worry. It’s okay.” Then he grinned, that grin that showed he was enjoying himself, that grin that meant no mercy. “Don’t worry about the pegs. I’m just gonna fuck you a little. And with how rough I’m gonna be, I bet most of them will come off on their own.”

“Now kiss me.”

She did. She kissed him desperately, needing him, holding him tight.