“I heard that you went on a date,” he says, and I still. What date?
“A date? I haven’t been on a date in my entire life, Carlos. And even if I did, what business would it be of yours?”
He stretches my tied hands above me and attaches it to the wooden bed post, locking me in place.
“Don’t lie, Simon. What did I say would happen if you went out with another person?”
“I don’t know what the hell your crazy ass is talking about, Carlos. But you need to let me go,” I say as I try to use my legs to force him off my body. It does nothing.
“So was Ivan lying?”
“Ivan? What…oh. That wasn’t a date, you idiot, that was me entrapping a girl as part of blackmail for the brothers. That Tim guy’s daughter. The guy you helped get rid of.”
“Huh, he made it out that you were dating. His words were ‘you have a revolving door of women’?”
“Are you high, Carlos? He was fucking with you. If you hid the fact that you want my dick better from him, he wouldn’t have noticed.”
“It still stands, you were with someone else. Did you kiss her?”
I roll my eyes as my arms start to ache.
“Jealous?”
“I don’t like the idea of someone touching what's mine.”
“Oh my god, I’m not yours!”
“Are you hers?”
“Yes, I’m hers. I kissed and fucked her on camera for everyone to see before sending it to her dad,” I say sarcastically, but Carlos does not appreciate this as he moves his hand to my nipple and twists. Hard.
“Ahhh! You’ve lost your mind,” I say as he twists my nipple again, and not that I would ever tell him, but it feels good. I’ve never had my nipples touched like this before.
“I lost it a long time ago. You don’t know who you’re messing with. I always get my way, Simon.”
“You’re looking at the wrong guy if you think you can control me,” I say with a confidence I don't feel with the current situation I’m in.
“Is that so?” he says as he moves off me and stands next to the bed. He slowly peruses my naked body while stroking his cock with his large hand, and the anticipation is overwhelming, When our eyes meet it’s fire and gasoline.
He opens the bedside table and removes a bottle of lube and a small black leather box, similar to a box you would keep cufflinks in. He moves back over to me and opens the box, removing two silver pieces that look like clips?
“What is that?” I ask, breathless as I think I know what they are.
“Nipple clamps. I have a feeling you’ll enjoy this.”
“Carlos, I’m not sure,” I start to say as he clips on the first clamp and I have to bite down on my lip. Holy shit does that hurt but in a way that is sending tiny electric shocks all the way down to the tips of my toes. I start panting, close my eyes and try to focus on something else as this is too much. As I try to recalibrate my brain, he attaches the other clamp and I can’t stop the moan that leaves me. Low and growly, my toes crunch up as I try to control my building orgasm. I’ve always enjoyed my nipples being paid attention to, but this is an experience that I want again. I already know I’ll most likely pass out from this orgasm before he’s even touched me.
“Look how pretty those little peaks are…I knew you’d love it. My little lion laid out on my bed, wearing his pretty jewelry ready to please me.”
“Fuck…you,” I pant.
I keep my eyes closed as Carlos moves onto the bed, hovering over me. First he leans into my ears and sucks on the lobes, alternating between licks and nibbles on each side. I swear my nipples are connected to every other part of my body as the more he touches me, the more they throb, sending signals to my dick that we want the party to set off, we want the fireworks.
He slowly moves down my neck with his tongue, kissing the column of my throat the same way he uses my mouth. I writhe, tugging at the belt around my hands. I want to touch him.
“Untie me, please,” I beg, struggling to hold onto my sanity.
“Soon,” he mutters before moving down to my nipples and licking around the clamps where all my senses now connect.
