Snatching the red box from the desk, I flipped the lid off, and he blinked when I held the sparkling diamond jewelry up for his inspection.
“They’re pretty....” He shot me a questioning look.
“Can I put them on you? Yes or no?”
“Um, my ears aren’t pierced.”
Devious excitement danced through me. “Oh, they’re not earrings. They’ll match your pretty lingerie.” I couldn’t help how my voice deepened. He ran a hand down his abs, and his cheeks pinked up as he stared at his body.
“Okay, I guess. But what are they?”
I took one of the diamond clamps and sucked his right nip again, making sure to gently tease until it was as stiff as I thought it would get. The look he gave me when I leaned back was almost something loving. I sat up straight, opened the clamp, and eased it around the little nub. He gasped, belly heaving. Sweat beaded on his forehead. It wasn’t one of the harshest clamps out there, but it wouldn’t fall off, and I’d never found one that didn’t hurt like a wasp sting when it was removed. That was a problem for later, though, not right now. I loved how his cock bulged out the lace, struggling to be free. I held up the other clamp and nudged the one already in place with my forefinger. He gritted his teeth, and my heart raced at the scowl on his face.
“Yes?”
He nodded.
“You’re okay with me doing the other one?”
I toyed with the clamp anchored to his body and he moaned, giving me an enthusiastic nod this time. Laughing, I carefully applied the other clamp. With one final wiggle to make sure they were both secure, which had him thrusting his hips and humping sadly against nothing, I sat back to look at my handiwork.
“Have you ever played like this?”
Noah shook his head, apparently beyond words with both clamps on his chest. The diamond-studded jewelry gleamed and looked perfect with the rest of his lingerie. Getting to my feet, I took his hands and raised them over his head, lacing his fingers with mine as I stared down his lean body. He was mouthwatering and fucking beautiful.
“I want you to tell me immediately if I cross a line. I won you—” I brought his hands down to his sides and tugged until he leaned against my chest, moaning. His cock nudged my hard-on and I slid my hands down to grab his ass and grind us together. The bursts of his warm breath as he panted against my neck almost—almost—had me bending him over to fuck him. “—but I want you to enjoy something unless I have specifically decided you shouldn’t. I don’t want any accidental discomfort. Get me, darlin’?”
“I think so. I thought I was being punished.”
Smirking, I walked him over to the chair in front of his art supplies. “Sit.” He carefully lowered himself down, staring up at me as if waiting for me to bite him. “You’re an artist? In art school? Show me what you can do.” I gestured at the tools.
“My punishment is to draw for you?” His face fell.Oh-ho—is my little husband disappointed? Poor little mouse.Amusement had me fighting off a grin.
“You’re going to sit there and be pretty for me while you wait to be punished.”
Noah froze and his gaze darted around the desk in front of him.
“Now, what do you say to that, cupcake?”
“Yes, husband,” he said, but it sounded like a question.
Leaning down, I covered his mouth with mine. I wanted to fuck him, it wasn’t like I didn’t, but this was about the game. I used my tongue in his mouth to show him what I’d like to do with him, and he moaned. Sliding my hand down his belly, I stopped between his legs to massage his trapped cock until he was whining between our lips and trying to fuck himself against me.
Straightening, I winked and stared at his gorgeous body. “There. Hard like that, you’re enough to make any man happy.”
Noah’s brows furrowed and his lips twisted into a frown.
“Go on, do what I asked. I have work to do today if I want to keep my little husband in diamonds and silk.” I gave him the biggest, most bastardly wink I could manage.
His mouth opened like he might be gearing up to argue, but one look from me and he shut it again, sliding his chair closer to the desk. I watched until I was sure neither of his hands were about to make a cute, sneaky trip out of sight.
“How do you feel about getting your belly button pierced?”
He raised his chin to give me a death glare, and I chuckled as I went back to my spreadsheets. I worked for a while, off and on stopping to devour him with my gaze, excitement flaring hotter in my stomach each time. I hadn’t been sure he would be capable, but he was doing something over there besides resisting the urge to jerk off. His pencil moved smoothly over a sketch pad.
A knock on the door startled us both into looking that direction.
“Hold on!” I called. I snatched the robe from where it had fallen on the floor, then held it up. The shiny, gleaming sheet of silk shimmered invitingly as I lifted it in Noah’s direction. He came over to me and I stared at the way his dick and balls moved in those barely there wisps of fabric. It felt far too intimate as I held the robe still so he could slip his arms into it, then knotted the belt for him, and when he tilted his chin, all I could do was plant a kiss on his pursed lips.
