Stephanie's Domain

Stephanie's Domain
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ISBN:  9781780800493
Author:  Susanna Hughes
Word Count:  65,428
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The clips lay ready on the bed. Two bright chrome clips, like little bulldog clips but with edges serrated with tiny metal teeth. She picked them up. Opening the jaws, she positioned the tiny teeth over her own veiled nipple. Slowly she allowed the spring of the clip to close. She felt the metal biting into her soft puckered flesh. She felt pain but pleasure too, sharp hard pleasure. Another wave of feeling came as she pulled the clip away.

In this series of BDSM eBooks by Susanna Hughes, having fulfilled her need for revenge on Gianni, a gangster, Stephanie can now fully enjoy exploring the delights of being Mistress of Devlin's castle in Italy.

And when the business associates of Devlin come to visit, Stephanie has a few surprises for this unsuspecting young couple. After initiating the women into the delights of lesbian love, she introduces them both to the pleasures of domination over a bevy of willing slaves kept in the subterranean lair of her dungeon.

She unleashes desires in her guests which fuel the hunger for limitless sexual experience. Her skills in the art of jet-setting seduction confirm the endless possibilities of mixing business with pleasure.

Devlin's other physical attribute, besides the size of his cock, was the size of his fingers. His fingers were huge, fat, thick and long, his hand like a hand of bananas. She had noticed it the first time they had met, when he'd taken her hand. Compared with his, her hand looked like that of a tiny child. She would never forget the first time he had thrust a finger inside her either. It opened her, filled her, swamped her. It was an experience she wanted again and again. She wanted it now.
   She felt his hand move up to her thigh. She felt her body tense, the sequence accelerating rapidly, slipping out of her control. His mouth went back to her clitoris as he nosed the tip of his finger between her labia. She was in no mood for gentleness though.
   'Do it, Devlin,' she moaned.
   Immediately she felt him push forward, her cunt filled as comprehensively as if he was using his cock. But his finger didn't feel like a cock. It felt more like a dildo except it was warm and alive. She could not help but squeal with pleasure.
   She spurred her heels into his back again, as if riding a horse, urging him on, levering herself down on to his mouth as his tongue lapped at her hardened clitoris and his massive finger reamed back and forth along the wet channel of her cunt. She had wanted to wait, to delay, to tease herself, hold her orgasm at bay, but her body wouldn't let her. The sensations were overwhelming, his finger and tongue in combination, wringing feelings out of her, feelings she could not ignore, feelings that started the last sequence, making her squirm and moan and cry out as she felt her orgasm peak, crunching her nerves, and she let herself fall into a black abyss.
   It was a long time before she recovered, before she relaxed completely, before her body decided there were no more delicious sensations to extract from the embers of her climax.
   Devlin had not moved, his mouth still at her sex, his finger still inside her.
   'Now it's your turn, isn't it?' Stephanie said in a tone of authority. She sat up and pulled his head back, kissing him hard on the mouth, licking at his lips and tasting her own juices. His finger slid from her cunt. He was going to New York. She wanted to give him something to remember her by. She knew what thrilled Devlin, she knew the source of the secret rivers of passion that ran through this strange ugly man. He would do whatever she commanded him to do and his submission would be excitement enough. But there was more. The rivers ran deep.
   Stephanie swung her leg over his head and got off the bed. Her mood had not changed. She felt energised and alive. She felt wonderfully open and wanton; prepared to do anything. It was Devlin's lucky day.
   'Stay where you are,' she ordered, crossing the bedroom to a large chest of drawers. The top drawer held what she was looking for.
   'I have decided, Devlin,' she said returning to the bed and dropping the items from the drawer on to the now heavily rucked counterpane, 'to punish you.'
   'No,' he said. But his voice betrayed him. It was breathless with excitement as he looked at what lay on the bed.
   She picked up the silk blindfold and slipped it over his eyes. She saw his cock pulse as she smoothed it into place.
   'Hands behind your back, Devlin. I shouldn't have to tell you, should I?'
   He obeyed instantly.
   She strapped a leather cuff tightly around each of his wrists. The cuffs were joined by a strong metal ring. She took a plain leather strap, wide and black, and used it to cinch his arms together just above the elbow. He winced. The black leather cut into his soft white flesh. Another tear of fluid wept from his cock. His body betrayed his excitement again.
   'Stand up,' she ordered. With difficulty he struggled to his feet not having his arms available for balance.
   She stood behind him, pressing herself into his imprisoned arms, letting him feel her tits under the tight Lycra.
   Two more plain leather straps. She knelt and bound his ankles together with one strap and his knees, just above the knee joint, with the other. She pulled both straps tight, as tight as they would go. She had made a neat little package.
   She stood up. There was no hurry. She went to the fridge, which was set into the silk panelling of the bedroom walls and took out a bottle of champagne and a chilled crystal flute. Expertly, she eased the cork out of the bottle; she had drunk more champagne in her months at the castle than in the whole of the rest of her life, and poured the bubbling wine into the glass. Sitting on the oatmeal sofa opposite the bed, she crossed her stockinged legs and sipped at the chilled champagne.
   'Turn around,' she ordered wanting to see Devlin's cock. With diminutive steps he managed to shuffle around. His erection was massive and wet from his own fluid. She had never seen it bigger, more engorged, and veined and ugly. A frisson of excitement leapt from her body, reminding her of the orgasm she had just enjoyed.
   Putting the glass down she unclipped the suspenders on one of her black stockings. When it was free she rolled it off her leg. She could see Devlin listening to the sounds, wondering what she was doing. She got up. She trailed the stocking over Devlin's chest. It was still warm. She let the nylon brush against his cock. It soaked up the wetness, absorbing a tear of moisture and forming a dark patch on the sheer black. Dropping to her knees in front of him Stephanie pulled the stocking under his balls and around the stem of his cock before knotting it into a neat bow. She pulled the bow tight. Devlin's cock pulsed.
   Devlin's body was trembling with excitement. He made little involuntary noises that sounded a little like the word 'please' repeated over and over again.
   'I think we'll use the clips today. To please me.'
   'No,' he said in a tone that meant exactly the opposite.
   The clips lay ready on the bed. Two bright chrome clips, like little bulldog clips but with edges serrated with tiny metal teeth. She picked them up. Opening the jaws, she positioned the tiny teeth over her own veiled nipple. Slowly she allowed the spring of the clip to close. She felt the metal biting into her soft puckered flesh. She felt pain but pleasure too, sharp hard pleasure. Another wave of feeling came as she pulled the clip away.
   Devlin's nipples were as hard as her own. She positioned the clip over each nipple and watched as the tiny teeth sunk deep into the tender flesh. Devlin moaned, a sound of pure passion. She flicked the clips with the tip of her finger. He moaned again, the same sound, the same feeling.
   Stephanie's body had started to churn again, change gear again, moving from objective to subjective. She could still feel the little metal teeth biting into her nipple. She could feel her heart beating faster.
   'I'm going to whip you now,' she said. The words echoed in her mind, feeding her passion. This was no longer a performance. Her body was alive with pangs of arousal, the first harbinger of its needs.
   The riding crop lay on the bed too. She picked it up and in almost the same movement slashed it across Devlin's buttocks. He gasped. His cock pulsed.
   'More?' she said not caring what he said.
   'Yes.' He couldn't lie this time and say no. His whole body ached for more.
   She slashed the whip down on his buttocks again, feeling her own passion, her pulse racing.
   Three more cuts. She had never seen Devlin's cock harder, bigger, its monstrous grid of veins engorged and angry, swollen by the nylon stocking tied at its base. A network of red marks crisscrossed his buttocks.
   Despite her feelings Stephanie was in more control this time. There was no hurry she told herself dropping the whip and picking up the champagne flute. This time she could tease herself, pretend she wasn't going to use that massive cock. She sipped the wine then pressed the cold glass against the tip of Devlin's cock. A little of the moisture there attached itself to the side of the glass. She licked it off. Slowly she put the glass down.
   'Well, Devlin. You are in a state, aren't you?' With the flat of her hand she pushed him hard in the chest. Unable to use his hands or feet to balance he fell back on to the bed, like a roll of carpet, bouncing slightly on the springs of the mattress.
   If she had cared to think about it Stephanie probably came before she threw herself on to Devlin's prostrate body and impaled herself on his cock. As it penetrated into the silky wetness of her cunt her orgasm was already quivering through the nerves of her body. But the arrival of his cock, its size, filling her, choking her, engulfing her, drove her body further, higher - made her come again. Or perhaps not. She couldn't tell and didn't care. Perhaps it was the same orgasm elongated, expanded, intensified. There was no need to analyse. All that mattered was the feeling.
   As the mists of her passion cleared she opened her eyes. Devlin lay beneath her open thighs, bound and blindfolded the nipple clips like little jewels decorating his chest. She eased herself off his cock. It stood straight up at right angles to his body. As he felt the wetness slide away he moaned what sounded like 'no'.
Kneeling at his side, she picked up the whip again from where she had dropped it on the bed.
   'Count,' she said. She aimed the little leather loop fixed to the end of the crop at the base of his cock where her black nylon stocking bound it tightly. It was a delicate flick, no more, but she knew that was enough.
   'One,' said Devlin, his voice hoarse with pleasure.
   She aimed again, this time higher up the huge stem.
   'Two,' he intoned obediently. His cock was taut, stretched to the absolute limit, like every nerve in his body, straining for release. In the blackness behind the blindfold his fantasy had become reality. It was what Stephanie did for him. No other woman had ever understood. The blackness was full of images, her body, the tight black girdle, her labia; the feel of her panties in his teeth...
   'Three...' He couldn't complete the word. His spunk jetted into the air like a firework, splashing down on to his hairy body in great white gobs. His cock spasmed uncontrollably, spitting out its load. Then, as the tension lessened, the spunk oozed out, white pearls slipping over the wet glans.
   When there was no more, when Devlin's body went limp, Stephanie pulled the bow she had made with her stocking and released his cock from its constriction. Using her hand she squeezed the cock to milk the last drops of spunk out of it, as Devlin lay, wallowing in the final tremors of his volcanic eruption, rocking himself slightly from side to side, the only movement his bondage would allow.
   Stephanie smiled to herself. This was definitely not an experience Devlin would forget.

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