Klaus *

The needles-since I'd told her she'd be sorry, I'd been imagining using them as punishment.

This is wrong, had been going round and round in my head for ages. Should I, would I?

I wanted to do it so much. This would all end sometime soon. It was a good punishment. Maybe too good. Was it wrong? I still hadn't figured that out. I hadn't decided if I would use them.

I hadn't tied her in bondage this restrictive for ages. From the couch, I watched her little squirms, as she tested the ropes to get loose. The unhappy pout and tiny scowl she sent my way had me striving not to grin. I loved that. Knowing it wasn't quite what she expected added to the satisfaction I got from all this.

Where I had her sitting in the center of the dining table on the mattress, she doubled as a decorative centerpiece.

The shibari I'd done was beautiful, pushing out her breasts like ripe fruit. Perched in the middle were those pink-brown targets-lures for my tongue and mouth. Simply tying her, binding her, into position had stirred my girl and five minutes ago her nipples had been standing up pert and tight. Now they were flat but that only made her areola look shinier and succulent. They seemed to beg me to go over there and suck them. My dick twitched at the thought. I could taste them already, I knew them that well.

I had such a good idea for tonight. I'd been thinking about this for days, wondering if I should go there. Like Moghul recommended, I'd tested them on my own skin to make sure I could do this. Ouch for sure. But I had my experience helping out Jon now and then at his vet clinic on the island. His nurses tended to be away on the mainland on weekends, and as a regular fellow kayaker, I'd gotten to know him well on my early morning stints.

A pang of regret hit me. I missed being able to do those. An hour out paddling on the ocean with Jodie left here alone? No. I couldn't do that.

At any rate, I'd become nonchalant about sticking needles into animals, so why not people, or women in particular? It wasn't that difficult to use needles. And now, I had the best excuse ever. Punishment. I put my arm along the back of the couch and contemplated her some more as I decided.

She whimpered enticingly and wriggled.

The midway point of the rope looped at the back of her neck then went down and wrapped about her chest, circumnavigating each breast before the rope continued on down and dived between her legs. Her knees were folded up and strapped; her wrist cuffs were clicked to the outsides of the thigh cuffs. She was bent over like a little package. Every entry I wanted access to was available in an instant. But it was her breasts I wanted first.

I waited some more, pretending to concentrate on the TV, when really, I was going over what she'd done today. It had scared me. Not because of what it might have revealed to others, but because of what it had shown me about myself. During the minute or two while I'd driven in and exited the jeep, I'd been as insecure as a man clinging to a cliff edge by his fingernails. And I hadn't been quite sure why.

If she'd gotten away, it would be before I could explain about anything, about my feelings. I figured that was it. Trouble was, I still didn't know what to say. I want to hurt you, but I care for you? How dumb did that sound? I shook my head. Leave it.

On the coffee table the crop waited for me along with other implements such as the diamante nipple clamps, the clothes pins and the belt. I hoped to use them all on her. Soon. This needed to be a lesson. A slave caught attempting to escape, would expect to be punished. Which was why I also had the packet of needles. Twenty-five gauge. Tiny, but not as fine as acupuncture needles. I picked up the plastic zip lock bag, tossed it high, caught it. She paled.

"You know what these are?" When she didn't answer, I rose, gathered up the other items and crossed to the table where I deposited everything at one end, a few feet from Jodie. "Do you know?" I opened the bag and removed ten of the needles.

"Of course," she croaked, rocking a little on her legs. "I don't want-"

"Enough."

Though she licked her lips she stayed silent. A thrill ran through me, all the way to my dick. One word and she was quiet, even in the face of this, something she obviously dreaded. Right now, I was king to her. And not because she feared me more than the needles. I knew she didn't. It was from pure habit.

I went to her and gently laid her on her back on the mattress. Folded as her thighs were, sitting up might be hurting her.

I checked her feet for circulation trouble-for color and capillary refill. As a precaution, I undid the straps for a minute and massaged her legs, then refastened the bondage. She waited patiently, like a little doll.

Once I had her again how I wanted her, I studied her. Naked. A woman I could do with as I wished. In-fucking-credible.

I wrapped my hand about her ankle, held on tightly so she knew it was I who had command of her. A shiver shook her body. My nostrils dilated, my gaze focused minutely on her. I was the predator here. I. How many men in this day and age got to be as primeval as this? I could never explain this, how much it drew me. I doubted even Moghul understood.

"Do you deserve punishment, Jodie? For trying to escape?"

She squeezed shut her eyes then opened them again. I could see her ice blue orbs as she regarded me. Her lips parted. Her face was reddened and she breathed in tight bursts that lifted her breasts toward me. I placed my palm on the nearest one and waited. Her nipple crinkled. Then its partner followed. In the depths of her eyes, there seemed fear, astonishment, even lust.

"Jodie?"

"Oh God." She shook her head, swallowed. Her voice was still raspy, as if she'd been out screaming at some rock concert. While I waited for her to gather herself, I shifted some strands of hair that had strayed into her mouth and across her nose.

"I...Yes. I do. I'm sorry." Her forehead wrinkled. She shifted as if testing the secureness of the straps. "I don't know why. This is...madness. But I want you to punish me." Her words dropped into a whisper. "I don't know why but I do." Tears leaked from the corners of both eyes and ran down her face into her hair.

Hell. Transfixed, I stared back. I had not expected that reply. She wants this? I'm lost now. How can I let her go?

I bent and I kissed her softly, and still I could barely conceive of what the whirl of thoughts in my head meant. Why did this mean so much to me? She wants this? Then she kissed me back, avidly. I spent time worshipping at her lips before I pulled away. By then my erection was hard as rock and Jodie was flushed even more, and panting.

I found the alcohol wipes and cleaned off her areola. She peered downward, her tongue curled up against her upper lip. When I plucked the first needle from its cap, she whined a little, barely audible but it was there. I paused, head down, thinking. To reassure her, or not?

The urge struck me to ask her if she trusted me. Why then? No idea. Trust though. There'd been a time I'd taught her how to do an eskimo roll to right a kayak if she got flipped underwater. I'd asked her if she trusted me just before I turned the kayak over. She'd said, yes. But I didn't dare ask her now because I didn't want to hear her say no.

I figured I knew the mind fuck would send her flying if I did it right. That she'd enjoy it in that odd way she seemed to like it when I plowed through her protests. Yeah, really, deep down, she liked most of what I did. I was sure of that. Even, perversely, when she didn't like it, she liked it.

I grinned. Damn. That thinking was so fucked. I was like Jodie, things in my head were not adding up.

I showed her the point of the needle, letting it shine in the overhead fluorescent light. "This, one just this size, I tried on my own skin. It hurts, but it's bearable. Okay?"

"Nooo. Not okay." Her eyebrows jerked as if a storm of emotions tore at her.

I leaned in and poised it an inch from her skin. "I know how to give injections safely. You understand that?" She nodded but her lip trembled. "I didn't try it on my nipple, though." I smiled evilly. "I'm not that keen. Now. Stay very, very still. This will only go in shallow and skim along under the skin for less than an inch, then come out."

When I advanced the needle closer to her, she flinched, of course. Flinched too much for this to be safe. "You can speak for now. Until I say to stop."

"Uh. Then, no. No, no. no. I don't want this."

"Are you going to stay still?"

"No," she squeaked out, quietly. "I can't."

So I brought out more rope and a long strap, and I tied her to the table. Tied her breasts down too. She couldn't shift far. Took ten minutes, but I did it. This time, when I approached her nipple, she could only watch, and whimper.

I wasn't aiming to damage the precious milk ducts that a woman needed to feed a child, so I aimed a tiny distance from the nipple itself.

The needle tip pierced her areola, and slid beneath to the accompaniment of her high-pitched keen.

"Fuck. No, Klaus. Shit, shit. That hurts!"

"That's the whole idea."

I started on the next needle, slipped it in, along, and exited. By now she was only muttering fuck in a long stream under her breath.

"No more words, Jodie. You can take it."

She gulped and nodded. Sweat beaded on her forehead.

"Good."

I worked fast after that, and slid in four around each nipple. Eight in total. The tightness in her eyes said pain, but her high-pitched noises had become no louder. I'd thought of attaching these via string to eyebolts above, but no, too dangerous. Instead I looped string from her nipples to the D-ring on her collar and drew them in tight.

"Move too much and you'll pull the needle upward. Got that?"

She whined a yes at me.

"Good." I cradled her jaw, stroked along the line of the bone with my thumb. "Because I aim to make you want to wriggle and squeak. Though I can't lick these anymore since you're a damn porcupine." I flicked her nipple with my fingernail. "I can do other things to you."

I drifted my hand downward from her neck, caressed both breasts, smoothing the underside, weighing them, playing some more. Because they were mine. Her breathing slowed, deepened. I could see her surprise at the awakening of arousal. I moved my hand lower, taking my time. Her belly button served as a waypoint as I circled and circled it. Then down across her belly, and into the territory of her mons. She was bare-I kept her that way and shaved her most days. I smiled. From the apex of her slit, I could already spy her clit poking its way out.

Her breasts looked pretty circled by the needles. There was no blood apart from the tiniest blebs. All was good. Damn though. Now I couldn't use the nipple clamps.

"I'll be back." I kissed the side of her breast.

Quickly I went around the table, undoing all the extra ropes and strap, careful not to catch anything on the points of the needles. The massager got plugged in next and I advanced on Jodie.

"You are not to come," I said sternly. "If you do, I may decide to use more needles. Clear?"

"Yes, Sir."

Shit. I hadn't asked her to call me anything like that. Not for days. She wasn't talking so what was the point. Sir. It sounded good. I think a fire was burning behind my eyes by then. Certainly Jodie, after one short period of meeting me eye-to-eye, flinched and kept her focus elsewhere.

"Sir, sounds good. Use that in future."

Her reply was weak. "Yes, Sir."

Oh fuck. I'm done. I'm caught. Who was the captor here? Me or her?

I was an accountant. A fucking good accountant. But, I regarded Jodie, tied up, nipples stuck with my needles, flushed, breathing hard, and with her cuffed thighs spread far apart, showing me how much her slit glistened with moisture. Little muscle movements in her thighs betrayed her. She wanted this. Needles, all that, whatever. She was aroused and quivering.

So much for punishment. I laughed inside. Orgasm denial would have to be enough. I turned on the massager and prepped her well. I cruised the vibrating head over her-body, breasts, inner thighs, and around her clit, until she was begging me with urgent eyes and moans. I played it on her clit in bursts. I finger fucked her slowly in between times when I turned it off.

Her G spot was swollen up inside there. I paid it some attention, then left it alone. Jodie trembled, groaned and strained so hard I swear I heard the thigh cuffs creak.

With her sweaty and whimpering, I stepped back, dragged off my T-shirt, undid my pants, and tossed them aside, then slipped off my underwear last of all. My cock was standing up like a flagpole by then. I was so stiff. I'd been aching to fuck her for the last hour. If anyone should have been groaning it was me.

"Nothing hurting in your legs?" I wasn't concerned about her arms, they weren't tight or folded. "Pins and needles?" Her color everywhere was normal.

"Noo. I just want to come. Sir."

Damn it. For calling me that again, I nearly let her. I cleared my throat, gripped my cock. "No. Do not come. Not. Okay?"

"Yess." Her word quavered. "I'll try."

"No. You will not!"

"Yes," she replied weakly.

"Good girl." I hauled her to the edge of the table.

I aimed at her entrance, and sank in balls deep in one long glide that made me close my eyes in appreciation. Her cunt fitted me tightly. Wet, juicy, and hot as a volcano.

"Damn," I gasped out.

I opened my eyes and leaned over her, still deep within. The string to her nipples was taut. Her back bowed off the table, her lower spine arched upward too but her thighs had fallen open in utter surrender. I pumped a few times, watching her closely, watching her quiver and sigh and moan. Her small grunts of pleasure were adorable.

I thumped in harder, thrilling at the spasms I felt on my cock and the wet sounds from her pussy as I shunted in and out. That I could put needles in her and still get her like this...damn that spoke to my bones. Loved it.

I fucked her long and hard until I came so explosively I wondered if my eyeballs were going to be sucked away. I collapsed partly over her. My shaking forearms rested either side of her on the table and I could barely stay up. Exhausted. Her little weak noise made me raise my head.

"What?"

"Can I come now? Please? Sir?"

"No." I grinned at her pitiful expression. "No. You may not." Damn, maybe I was evil.

I figured I was fit enough to do the Olympics after that. And I decided I would torture her some more, for the next three days. No orgasms but loads of teasing. It would make the day after all of that ever so much more interesting. She'd be twitching in her sleep if I did it right. I grinned to myself.

Now to take out those needles. I wondered if it would hurt her pulling them out. And then I wondered if she'd come when I did. If she did, I'd excuse her just that once. Some things were worth seeing.

She didn't orgasm. By the time I pulled on the last needle, she might have been in subspace. She barely gasped when I inched out the shiny steel. Her skin tented outward as if clinging to the point. I laid aside the needle, gently kissed her lips. Rope slid on rope. Knots unknotted. Clips were unclicked. The mechanics and humble use of my muscles to free her sank me. Thoughts twisted, slowed. Serenity flowed in.

Blinking, I undid the last piece of rope. I set my hands on her and rolled her onto her back. Her flesh rocked as I massaged her limbs. Her eyes stayed closed. Satiated, sweaty, my captive.

What better reward than this: her, as mine? I smiled. Soft as the drift of a breeze, I drew the knuckles of my hand down her cheekbone, and I rolled open her lip.

Then her eyes opened. I stared into that wonderland. This time I didn't see blue. I saw sea. I saw sky. I saw the outside world, the fracture between now and what might be.

This was ending.

Pain seized my chest.

Breathe.

And I fell again, into the real. For the first time in many weeks, I let the old me return. We had to stop. No. I had to. Because I wasn't sure Jodie knew how to anymore.

I played with her lip and she licked my thumb, slowly, my little trusting animal. I found courage. She wasn't mine, or not for much longer.

Weaning meant slow withdrawal, right? At the end of the next three days, I'd talk.

The goggles and the mittens could go first. The next morning, the skimpy clothes would go. Sure. I'd do it then.

That night, I let her sleep beside me, the last night as my pet.

But temptation clung to me. My mindset as her Master, ditto.

The morning tested me.