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Right before he snapped the first clip tight around her nipple.

“Ahhh! What on ear—ahhh!”

Her second outcry coincided with his sharp smack across her ass.

“Oh, Pixie,” he gently berated. “What did I say about talking?”

“That was yelling, Brickham, not talk—ahhh!”

As he delivered another spank, he almost wished she’d keep up the rants. Sweet God, her backside was so pert and pretty. Now, it was warm too. He got even harder, dreaming of how it would feel at the point of full heat.

Her scream hit the air another time as soon as he finished clamping the clip to her other breast. Regrettably, she took the pain without babbling this time. Brick substituted the spanking high with listening to her sharp, incensed breaths. Just as intoxicating as before. Just as beautiful as the visual he drank in now.

“Fuck me to Paris and back, Pixie.” He didn’t hide a note of his hoarse appreciation. “You’re already ripe for the bite.”

Again, no words from her—though her tiny, terrified whimper possessed his libido in deeper ways. All the ways that told him to go ahead and do it. To dip in his head, slide a clip back, and close his teeth over the decadent, dark red candy that he’d exposed.

“Ohhh!” she yelped. “Brickham! By the Creator, ple—”

Smack.

“Damn it! Oh, by the saints—”

Smack.

She was a wordless mass of moans as he bit into her other nipple.

She was a collection of tearful sighs as he took both the clips off.

“There you go,” he soothed, circling her angry peaks in order to spread the heat from her pain. “There you go, sweet girl. Let it all burn. Let it all tingle.”

Jayd pressed into him, letting him hold her close while shivers racked her little frame. Brick let the moment drench his senses too, especially as he dropped his touch to her ass cheeks and reveled in the fire that streaked over her tender flesh. Unbelievably, as hot as he’d gotten her, he wanted more. What would it feel like to actually take her higher into that realm? To mark her sienna silk skin with welts from her Master? To deliver those brands while feeling her asshole stretch to take his cock?

Good Christ.

She wasn’t going to have any glory from his erection, in any naughty or acceptable orifices, unless he turned that fantasy the fuck off.

No coming in the cotton scrubs, dickhead.

The order worked, helping him to release her ass. Jayd seemed grateful for it too, returning to her at-attention posture from before. Brick allowed himself a shit-eating smirk when noticing she kept her hands at her sides. All right, then. No more tormenting the tits for today.

To be fair, her lovely swells did look properly punished. “Damn,” he said, taking just one more moment to properly triumph. “Your breasts were made for hard worship, Pixie. You may say thank you, Sir.”

She darted up a peeved glance. “In your wildest dreams, Sir.”

A laugh spilled out—quite possibly the best one of his life. “But I’m gazing at my wildest dream already, sweetheart.”

As punctuation, he pressed closer to her again…with two fingers aimed toward the center of her pussy. Both his digits glided in without effort, instantly drenched by the lusty liquid that coated her walls.

“Oh, yes,” he grated, twisting and thrusting even deeper. “The wildest dreams I’ve ever had.”

At once, his darling pixie shifted her position too. With one hand, she gripped the ball of his shoulder. With the other, she clung to his flexed forearm.

“Mmm,” she whined. “Mmm…hmmm!”

“Gorgeous woman,” Brick drawled, caressing his breath across her forehead. “You like that, don’t you? Knowing your cunt is prepared for me. Knowing you’re so hot and soaked and craving me.” She nodded into his kiss, and a wider smile breached his mouth. “That’s what the pain did to you, Pixie. The flowing blood. The racing endorphins. And now, your sweet, tight channel…”

She flowed another groan out. It pitched to a little shriek as soon as he jabbed a third finger into her precious tunnel. When the fourth went in, she hissed sharply.