Rescue

July 23rd, 2009

“Sir? she called out, her voice wavering. “Sir, please Sir. Be careful, Sir.”

Pain coursed through her body, the clamps were digging in, settling into her tender flesh. Nipples aching as they pressed and rubbed against the jacket with every breath. She tried to be still, but it did nothing for the agony. Turning her head carefully, she strained to hear him coming, hear anything.

“Sir? Are you there, Sir? Please, Sir.” Her voice broke with half a sob. “Please be careful, Sir. It’s a trap, please, Sir.”

A sharp knock on the door rang in the silence, and she froze.

“Careful!” She cried, bracing for the pain.

Some slight tugs on the rope and the pressure was gone. She started shaking as he weight settled on the bed beside her. He murmured, but she couldn’t make out the words. He touched her face and she pressed against the contact. Slowly, he unwound her head. She blinked in the light and remembered to breathe again as she saw the concern in his eyes.

“Thank you, Sir.”

He leaned down and kissed her forehead. “You are welcome, little one.”

He surveyed her body, hand running lightly down her chest to the clothespins. “Are you ready?”

“Yes, Sir.” She gasped for breath, not ready at all.

He held her eyes and plucked them off, one at a time. She groaned at each one, forcing out a Thank you, Sir, as the pain came in waves. When the were all off he stroked her and kissed her softly.

“Such a good girl.”

“Thank you, Sir.” She trembled against him.

Then he got up and moved around to her feet. The ropes were tight, but came undone swiftly. He pulled them off, kissing each ankle and slid her legs together, crawling up the bed beside her. Trailing his fingers up her legs, he stroked her gently, grinning at her whimpers.

“Time for the jacket, roll on your side, little one.”

Gritting her teeth to stifle moans, she rolled onto her side, unable to stop the cry as the clamps shifted and the jacket pressed against her sore nipples. He pulled the straps loose and she whimpered and tried to hold her breath. Pushing the fabric off her shoulders, he rolled her onto her back and freed her from the confining fabric.

“Well look at that, whatever did you do to deserve those, little one?”  He grinned and tugged lightly on the chain, then caught her eyes, moving his fingers to one clamp. “Are you ready?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Kissing her hard, he swallowed her scream as he removed the clamp. She shook against him, gasping for breath, and managed a weak Thank you, Sir. He took hold of the other, diving onto her mouth again as she screamed with its removal, pinning her down with his body as another spasm wracked her frame.

“Thank you, Sir.”

“You’re welcome, little one. You are wonderful.” He wrapped his arms around her and held her against his chest, stroking her hair and back as she clung to him. “Such a good girl.”

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