Claimed Darker by Em Brown

Chapter 38

DARREN

Past

As soon as Bridget walks through the door, I scoop her up, throw her over my shoulder and carry her into the bathroom, where I have filled the bathtub with water and even scented it with lavender.

“I was going to get a snack,” she murmurs against my lips when I kiss her gently.

I peel off her clothes. Once she’s naked, I deepen the kiss. I feel her body responding.

“Get in,” I tell her and start taking off my clothes.

I hop in the tub after her and, pulling her to me, have her sit between my legs.

“What’s the bath for?” she asks.

“To relax you for your sounding,” I reply as I massage oil into her skin.

“Are you sober?”

“Haven’t touched alcohol.”

“Will the sounding hurt?”

“There might be some discomfort, but you have to tell me if there’s any pain or stinging.”

She draws in a breath. “So you’ve done this before?”

“On different women. I’m pretty comfortable with it.”

After I’ve applied the oil to her whole body, I turn her face to kiss her. I fondle a breast and play with her clit till she starts to squirm. I grab a towel.

“You’re not going to finish what you started?” she asks.

“It’s best if you’re aroused but don’t climax before the sounding,” I explain.

We stand up, and I wrap the towel around her. Getting another one for myself, I wrap it around my waist.

“Are we going to do it here or down at the club?” she asks.

“I figured it would be more comfortable for you here,” I reply, leading her into the bedroom.

The fireplace is going, keeping the room warm and toasty. I’ve spread a large Sherpa throw on the bed, and the sounding equipment is laid out and covered with velvet.

“Do you think you can hold still for this, or do you want me to tie you down?” I ask.

“I don’t know. I guess tying me down would guarantee I stay still.”

“Then lay down on the bed.”

As she does, I pull two harnesses with cuffs from under my bed. They’re attached one each to the back legs of the bed and go around her wrists. I use rope for the rest of her bondage. After choosing a rope dyed red for color, I bind her left thigh and tie it to a ring in the harness, so that the knee is pulled toward the same corner as her left wrist. I do the same to her other thigh toward the opposite corner. Her legs are now nicely spread and lifted. Next, I tie her ankles to the front legs of the bed, pulling her to the remaining corners of the bed.

She looks amazing. I could leave her like this for hours. Maybe even snap a pic to mark the occasion. But I don’t want to distress her in any way. I want her relaxed and aroused. I’m excited for her.

The equipment is simple but might be a little intimidating to watch, so I decide to blindfold her with one of my silk ties. Settling myself at her pussy, I toy with her clit.

“Mmmm, that feels good,” she moans.

I work her until the moisture leaks from her.

“Not yet,” I remind her when she asks to come.

Uncovering the equipment, I pick up the speculum.

Hearing it, she asks, “What’s that?”

“Nothing new. I’m sure you’ve had this in your gynecological visits.”

I insert the speculum, turn the screw, and lock it in place. Now I have a nice view of her cute little urethral opening. Grabbing some sterile lube, I apply it to her urethra and fondle her clit again. Next, I select the sound with the smallest diameter. I have a lot of different sounds, all sterilized and made from surgical-grade titanium. The sounds vary in length and diameter. Some are textured with ribbing, ridges or studs.

I lube the sound and place the tip at her urethra. She tenses.

“Breathe in slowly,” I instruct as I tease her clit. “Now breathe out. And in…and out.”

On the out breath, I slide the sound in just a little. She gasps.

“You doing okay?” I ask.

“Yeah.”

I insert the sound a little more.

“This feels so…” she whispers

The urethra passes by a lot of sensitive areas, like the clit and G-spot, and has a lot of nerve endings itself.

“Breathe out,” I tell her before I push the sound in farther. Just a little. Going too far is risky.

“I feel like I might pee!”

After letting the sound rest there, I move it around a little. Bridget groans in a new way. So far so good.

I once had a sub who was a sounding junkie. Her urethra was stretched enough to accommodate four of the thicker sounds.

I pull the sound in and out. “How’s it feel?”

“Hard to describe,” she murmurs.

I reach for the Eroscillator and nestle it against her clit.

“Omigod, omigod,” Bridget murmurs.

I touch the vibrator to the sound.

“Oh, sheesus!” she cries, straining against her bonds.

I return the vibrator to her clit while I work the sound.

“Omigod, can I come?” she pleads.

“Yes,” I grant.

Her body heaves against the restraints. I let the sound slide out of her and watch her pussy attempt to flex against the speculum. Her cries seem to reverberate with the Eroscillator.

When it seems her clit is too sensitive, I back off.

“Oh…my…God,” she sighs.

I remove the speculum. Taking off my towel, I stroke my hard-on. Climbing on top of the bed, I press my cock to her urethra, now extra sensitized, for stimulation, not penetration. I’ve heard of urethral intercourse but don’t know of anyone who has actually ever tried it.

As I sink into her pussy, I lay atop her and take her mouth.

“I’m proud of you, Bridge,” I say between kisses.

“Thank you, sir,” she replies a little impishly.

After kissing her deeply and thoroughly, I roll my hips into her and marvel at how good she feels. With her thighs splayed to the sides and pulled upward, I can go deeper than usual. But I want her to come again before I pound her to oblivion.

Rolling my body to the side slightly, I brush my thumb against her clit and occasionally over her piss hole. She shivers and, soon enough, asks to come.

“Whenever you want, babe,” I reply, because I’m not sure how much longer I can hold out.

Impatience boils in my balls. Bracing myself above her, I thrust harder and faster. She grunts and cries. I might be fucking her too roughly, but it’s hard to pull back. It takes every last ounce of willpower to stop. I switch my position and sit with my legs bent beneath me. I grab the Eroscillator. A minute of that and she erupts on my cock. I smack my pelvis into her, trying to shove myself as deep as I can. The flexing of her pussy helps send me over the edge. I buck and tremble as my cum drains from me.

After I untie her and remove the blindfold, she wants to see the sound that was in her.

“Why is it so long?” she asks.

“It can be used on a guy, too,” I tell her.

Her eyes widen. “You can put that thing down a guy’s penis?”

“Yep. The wider ones, too.”

She looks over at the other sounds. “Oh my…”

“You should pee after a sounding. Might help prevent urinary tract infections.”

She hops off the bed and heads to the bathroom.

I hope she doesn’t get a UTI, and I make a note to have some cranberry juice in the fridge in case. Some women get them more easily than others.

“Everything go okay?” I ask her when she returns. “Any burning or odd sensations when you pissed?”

She shakes her head and sits down next to me. “I can’t believe I let you put a metal rod into my…you know.”

I know of other things I can put in her but keep my mouth shut. Who knows? Maybe one day I’ll get through my list of kinks I want to do with Bridget. There’s time for all that. Especially if I make her mine forever.