his equipment bag so he could grab and go whenever he was headed to one of the clubs, since he’d started dating Domi, he’d begun keeping some in one of the drawers built into the base of his bed. Nothing fancy, a few basic necessities—nipple and clit clamps connected by a chain, lube, a vibrator, a butt plug, two floggers, and a ball gag. He was only going to use about half of it tonight.
Picking up the plug, he took it out of its box and dripped lube onto it, holding it up to make sure Domi could watch the process. She smiled up at him, undaunted by the size of the plug, which wasn’t the largest he had but sure as hell wasn’t the smallest either.
“Lift up,” Mitch murmured, tapping her thigh. Domi’s hips lifted enough for him to put the tip at the rosebud entrance to her ass. “Take a deep breath, Domi Darling.”
He kept his eyes on her face, watching every flicker of her expression as he pushed the plug into her ass—a slow but inexorable push rather than working it back and forth, forcing her opening wider and wider as each millimeter slid into her.
“Fuck!” she gasped, her hips moving upward in an attempt to get away from the plug. Mitch pressed his hand down on her lower stomach, forcing her back down onto it.
“Stay in position, Domi, or I’ll have to punish you.” Funishment, really, but making the threat turned both of them on even more. She whimpered, squirming, straining, and panting for breath as the plug’s widest section reached her entrance. Mitch’s cock throbbed, watching her take the discomfort, the sharp ache. Her pussy was plump and slick above the straining hole he was filling, swollen with her arousal.
When the plug finally slid home, her sphincter snapping closed around the narrowed portion between the plug and the base, she sighed with relief and settled back down.
“Good girl.” Mitch twisted the plug and pumped it slightly, pulling it to stretch her hole before shoving it back in deep. Domi moaned, her hips moving up again but not because she was trying to escape.
The tweezer clamps he had weren’t harsh. Their grip could be adjusted by the little bands wrapped around them. Attached to each other by a horizontal chain that went between the nipple clamps and one long chain from the center of the horizontal chain to the clit clamp, they were perfect for tonight.
Ignoring the urgent need pulsing from his cock, Mitch leaned over to play with and torment Domi’s breasts a little. The soft flesh gave under his fingers, and he enjoyed the little whines in the back of her throat as he suckled on one nipple, plucking the other with his fingers. She squirmed beneath him but stayed in position, though he could see her hands twisting together above her head—especially when he bit down on her nipple, making her cry out at the short, sharp flash of pain.
Moving back, he picked up the clamps. His cock bobbed over her pussy as he secured them to her nipples, pushing the band up toward the rubber tips and squeezing the hard buds as much as the tweezer clamps would allow, the chain hanging between her breasts and down her stomach. Domi moaned when he trapped the tiny bud of her clit in its grasp.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he said, sliding his hands under her ass to lift her so he could slide his cock into her slick heat. They both groaned as he filled her, the plug making her extra tight around his dick, her muscles squeezing and quivering around him as he slid home.
Domi
Pulsing and throbbing, keeping her hands in position without any kind of restraint might be the hardest thing she’d ever done. Her nipples and clit throbbed in the clamps. Rather than being overly painful, the tight constriction made them feel more sensitive, and when Mitch’s groin pressed against her clamped clit, she spasmed from the sensation.
“Fuck yes.” He pulled out a little, then shoved back in, setting off a similar reaction as Domi sucked in a quick breath. He felt huge inside her, nestled alongside the plug in her ass, with his body rubbing against the extra sensitive bud of her clit, where it peeked out from the clamp.
Releasing her ass, Mitch bent over her to kiss her again, his hands moving up her sides to press down on her arms and help her keep them in position. The wiry