He toys with me, pinching and tugging at my nipples until the pain and pleasure are inextricable. One can’t exist without the other. I whimper and writhe, but I can’t evade his onslaught.
I cry out at a particularly sharp pinch, but he doesn’t release the tension. He keeps my sensitive nipples trapped in a cruel vise.
He pulls back slightly and cups my breasts, massaging gently. But the pressure on my tormented buds doesn’t ease.
I glance down and find that small silver clamps are biting into my nipples while he tenderly strokes my breasts. The dichotomy of his gentle fingers with the cruel pinch fogs mybrain. I can’t process the dueling sensations; all I can do is endure his carnal game.
I release a shuddering sigh and fully submit, my attention harnessed by him. All thoughts float away, and there’s only his control. I’ll do anything to please him, suffer any erotic torment for him.
His triumphant grin is wickedly sharp, and I tremble in his shadow.
There’s a slight tug, and the clamps tighten on my aching nipples. I gasp and arch my back to alleviate the pressure, but it’s no use. The clamps are connected by a delicate silver chain, and he has it looped around his forefinger.
He’s harnessed one of the most sensitive areas of my body with no more than a crook of his finger. His mocking smile tells me it’s no effort at all to subdue me, to render me utterly helpless and desperate for him.
“What about your pretty little clit?” he taunts. I release a shocked cry when he taps the hard bundle of nerves. “Is it aching too?”
“Please…” I don’t know if I’m begging for release or for more erotic torment.
But of course, there’s more. This is Dane: my cruel master. My gorgeous, dark god.
A third clamp is attached to the chain.
“No!” I gasp, my eyes flying wide when I realize his intention. “I can’t.”
His emerald eyes blaze, burning into me. “You can, and you will. You’ll take everything I give you, and you’ll thank me for it.”
“It’s too much,” I whimper. “Please.”
“You seem to be harboring the mistaken notion that I’m a merciful master. Your pretty pleas won’t move me, Abigail. I’m greedy for them, and I’m selfish enough to wring more desperate tears from your lovely eyes before I finally use your body for mypleasure. This is what it means to be mine: absolute submission. Now, take your pain like a good little pet, and scream my name when you come.”
The clamp bites down on my clit, and stars burst across my vision. The pain is white-hot sheet lightning that flashes through my entire body, illuminating every inch of me with sizzling heat. Then he tugs the chain once, and ruthless pleasure wracks my tormented nipples at the same time.
My back bows in an effort to alleviate the pressure, but he’s every bit as merciless as he promised. Two thick fingers slide through my wet folds, and he crooks them against that sensitive spot inside me.
“Dane!” His name is a rough, guttural cry that’s barely human.
Ecstasy rips through my body with devastating force, and I’m flying. The world is bright white, and I’m purified by pain. Sparks dance over every inch of my sensitized skin as waves of pleasure roll through me.
Just as I’m starting to float in euphoria, he removes the clamps, and fresh pain assails me as blood rushes back to the abused buds. His thumb tenderly rubs my clit, and his tongue soothes the sting on my nipples. I melt away, until the only way I know I still exist is because he’s touching me.
My entire body shudders as ruthless aftershocks ripple through me in cruel lightning strikes.
“Dane, Dane, Dane…” I’m murmuring his name over and over again, my own private litany.
He kisses my cheeks, and then I taste the salt of my tears when he claims my lips in a tender kiss.
“Good girl.” His praise reaches deep inside my chest, wrapping my heart in gentle warmth. “Such a good pet.”
Supple leather encircles my throat, and the softsnickof my collar locking in place calms me like nothing I’ve ever experienced.
I’m safe. Owned. Cherished.
I’m still floating in darkness, but I’m dimly aware of the sound of a condom wrapper ripping open. I force my eyes to open, blinking hard so that I can see my gorgeous master.
He looms over me, and he makes quick work of freeing my wrists and ankles.
“Hold on to me,” he commands, and I cling to him.
