Chapter 77 No Pleasure
Iva’s P.O.V.
We’re now sitting in the hall of Will’s apartment, my feet resting in his lap. He’s massaging my arches with a gentleness that feels like heaven after many hours in heels. For a moment, he’s just my caring boyfriend, making up for the physical toll of the day.
But the silver clamps are still biting into my nipples beneath my top, and I’m still so turned on. I’m vibrating with the need that hasn't been met all day.
I look at him and notice the way his jeans are strained by his own arousal. Despite his "punishment" mode, he’s just as affected as I am.
I can't help myself. I’m "His Desperate Bitch," after all. I shift my leg and slide my foot up until my toes rub against the hardness of his dick through the heavy denim.
I ask, “Aren’t you hard for me, baby? I know you want me as much as I want you.”
Will’s hands stop instantly. His grip on my ankle tightens until it’s almost painful. He glares at me, the "boyfriend" mask slipping away to reveal the Master beneath. “You’re in the middle of a punishment, and you still have the audacity to tease me?”
“I need you, Will.” I look at him pleadingly. “Please.”
“I know you do, but you won’t get me.” He pulls me to himself by my leg and grabs a handful of my hair, pulling me closer until our faces are inches apart. “Because you haven't learned a thing. You still dared to tease your Master when I told you there would be no relief.”
He lets go of my hair and glances at my chest. “Now you’ll please your Master. Not with your mouth, and certainly not with your desperate pussy. You’re going to use your tits.” He glances at them.
My heart hammers. With my boobs, they’re clamped and already so sore.
“Will, I—”
“Talking time is over,” he cuts me off. “Get to work. Unless you want me to put that plug back in?”
I shut my mouth instantly. I’m an idiot for teasing him.
“I understand one thing that you don’t like rest. You want me to punish you all the time.” He smirks as I move to the floor and pull my top over my head.
Of course, I love it when he punishes me, but what I hate is when he doesn’t give me any relief.
I reach behind my back and unclip my bra, letting my breasts spill out. The silver nipple clamps are still firmly attached, the thin chain dangling between them. They are flushed and incredibly sensitive.
"I fucking love your boobs like this, Professor.” Will’s eyes roam over me with a predatory hunger. "Clamped for me. They look hotter."
I reach for his belt and pull down his jeans and boxers until he’s free. He’s thick and pulsing, and I’m so wet I can feel it dripping, but I’m forbidden from touching myself.
And I want him inside me so badly it hurts.
Suddenly, Will reaches down and grabs the chain connecting the clamps. He pulls it upward, giving a sudden tug.
“Ah!” I hiss, the pain lancing through my chest.
“Who will thank your Master?”
As he keeps the tension on the chain, I whimper, “Sorry... thank you, Master.”
He finally releases the chain. I take a deep breath and press his dick between my breasts. I use both hands to squeeze them together, creating a tight tunnel. I begin to move up and down.
Every slide of his shaft against my breasts makes the clamps pull and pinch, but the sight of him groaning, his head falling back against the sofa, is giving me satisfaction.
“Faster, Iva,” he commands.
I increase the pace, my hands working hard to keep the pressure perfect. The sensation is overwhelming. I am dying to reach down and touch myself, but I keep my focus entirely on him. I squeeze my breasts tighter.
I’m working for him, serving him, while I remain empty and aching. It’s the ultimate humiliation, but it turns me on.
He grips my shoulders, digging his nails into my skin. “Good, bitch.”
And he cums over my clamped breasts and my face. I stay there, kneeling between his legs, covered in him and still aching for a release that isn't coming.
At night, we’re lying on the bed in each other’s arms. My clamps have been removed, but I can’t sleep. Because my body is humming, every nerve ending screaming for the release Will denied me.
I raise my face from his chest to look at him. He’s lying so calmly, as if he didn't just spend the day torturing me by keeping me on the edges.
"Will..." I place my hand on his face, shifting away from him. "Please. I can't sleep. My whole body is aching."
"Go to sleep, Iva.” He pulls me back into his arms. "You know the rules. No pleasure until the punishment is done."
"But the toys are off. I served you. I did everything you asked. Please, just... just a minute. I’m so close, I’m dying." I plead again, looking at him.
"Iva, I’m telling you for the last time. Stop begging. You’re only making this worse for yourself."
But I’m past the point of logic. I’m 'His Desperate Bitch,' and the desperation is winning. I move my hand down, trying to find his, wanting to guide him to where I need him most. "Will, please... just once. I'll be so good tomorrow. I'll never disobey again, I swear..."
Will sits up abruptly, the movement so sharp I flinch back. He looms over me and says in a dangerous, icy voice, “I warned you. I told you to stop. But you just can't help yourself, can you? You think your desire is more important than my command."
I swallow hard, my heart pounding. "Will—"
"Now you won’t get any pleasure for a week," he declares. "No touching yourself, no orgasms, no pleasure. This is the punishment for not taking your Master’s words seriously."
My eyes widen in total shock. The air feels like it’s been sucked out of the room. "A week? Will... you can't be serious. I have to go to work, I have to—"
"Don’t you dare argue with me now," he cuts me off, his hand gripping my chin firmly. "Or else you have to face the worst. Do you want to make it two weeks? Or should I hogtie you every night?”
A whole week of this tension. A whole week without a single second of release. He’s going to drive me to the brink of insanity.
"Fine. I’m sleeping." I snap and turn my back to him before pulling the duvet up to my shoulders. I’m furious, but beneath the anger, there’s that dark, addictive thrill of knowing exactly how much power he has over my body.
A moment later, I feel the bed shift. Will moves closer, his large frame pressing against my back. He wraps a strong arm around my waist, pulling me firmly against him.
He buries his face in the crook of my neck, his breath hot against my skin. “I know you’re dying for the orgasm, Professor. But you won’t get it until you learn your lesson. Every time you throb this week, I want you to remember what happens when you take your Master’s words lightly."
I close my eyes tightly. I hate him so much for this.
He pulls me even tighter against his chest, his lips brushing against my ear as he speaks, “I wonder, where did my obedient Professor go?"
I respond, "You... you made her into this. You turned her into your desperate bitch. You pushed me until all I can think about is needing you."
He lets out a dark chuckle. "Perhaps. But being a 'desperate bitch' doesn't give you the right to forget your place. It doesn't give you permission to negotiate with my commands or ignore my warnings."
He turns me over in his arms so I’m forced to face him. His eyes are intense. “I’m going to bring my obedient Professor back this week. By the time seven days have passed, you won't just be desperate. You will be so finely tuned to my will that you’ll obey me without a second thought, just like you did when we first began. You’ll learn that taking my words lightly is a mistake you’ll never dare to repeat."
"Will, please..."
He presses a finger to my lips. “No more words tonight. Every time your body throbs this week, every time you feel that ache between your legs that I refuse to soothe, I want you to remember: this is the cost of your arrogance. By next week, you’ll be exactly what I require you to be."
He kisses me then with possession.
And he’s right. I’ve become too comfortable, too bold. And now, I’m going to pay for it in the most exquisite way possible.