“What…” My voice came out strangled.“I’ve never…”
“I know you haven’t.”His voice was calm, but hunger burned beneath it.“But I think you want this.I think you’ve been waiting for someone to take you apart and put you back together.”His thumb traced my nipple.“Am I wrong?”
I shook my head.He wasn’t wrong.
“If it’s too much, you tell me.We stop.But I don’t think you’ll want me to stop.”
I nodded, not trusting my voice.My nipples had already tightened, traitors that they were, responding to the mere idea of what he was about to do.
He cupped my breast in one hand, his thumb circling my nipple until it peaked and ached.Then, carefully, he opened the first clamp and let it close.
The bite of it made me cry out.Sharp.Bright.A line of pain that flared through my chest, shocking in its intensity.Nothing had ever felt like this.Nothing had ever hurt in a way that made heat bloom between my thighs at the same time.
“Breathe.”His hand was warm on my cheek.“That’s it.Look at me.Stay with me.”
I met his eyes, gasping, as he attached the second clamp.The pain hit again, sharper this time, and I had to lock my knees to stay standing.My vision blurred.But beneath the pain, something else was building.Something dark and charged that I didn’t have words for.
“Gorgeous.”He tugged lightly on the chain, and the sound that came out of me wasn’t human.“Does it hurt?”
“Yes.”The word was barely a whisper.“It hurts.But it also…” I couldn’t finish.I didn’t understand what I was feeling.
“It wakes you up.”He smiled, dark and knowing.“Makes everything more real.More intense.”
Yes.That was it exactly.Like the pain had stripped away some layer between me and the world, leaving every nerve exposed and singing.
He guided me backward until my bound wrists caught on something.The bedpost.The position stretched my arms above my head, exposing my clamped breasts, the collar at my throat, every inch of my vulnerable body to his hungry gaze.
“Stay.”
He dropped to his knees in front of me, and my whole body clenched with anticipation.But he didn’t go where I expected.Instead, his mouth found my hip.My thigh.The curve of my belly.Everywhere but where I needed him.
“Please.”The word slipped out before I could stop it.
“Please what?”
“Please touch me.Please…” I couldn’t finish.I didn’t have the words for what I wanted.
He knew anyway.
His mouth found my clit, and I cried out at the sudden heat, the wet pressure, the skilled flicker of his tongue.He ate me like he was starving for it, like I was the only thing that could satisfy him.His hands gripped my thighs, spreading me open, holding me in place while he devoured me.
The orgasm built fast.Too fast.I could feel it gathering at the base of my spine, that coiled tension that meant I was close, so close…
He stopped.
“No.”The word ripped out of me.“No, please, I was almost…”
“I know.”He stood, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.His eyes were dark with satisfaction.“Not yet.”
I wanted to scream at him.I wanted to beg.But he was already moving to the nightstand, already retrieving something else, and when he turned around my protests died in my throat.
I didn’t recognize it at first.Small, tapered, black, gleaming with something slick.It took my lust-fogged brain a moment to understand what I was looking at, and when I did, my whole body went rigid.
“That’s…” I couldn’t finish the sentence.
“Have you ever?”His voice was soft.Patient.
I shook my head.My face was burning.I’d never even thought about… I didn’t know people actually…
