Page 28 of Knot Broken

My back went straight at the sudden change in sensation.

“Talk to us,” Ethan said. “Communication, remember? Does this hurt?”

“It…” I frowned, trying to make sense of what I was feeling. “Kind of pinches?”

“Take them off,” Tex commanded. “Pinchy is bad.”

“No.” My hands flew up, covering my breasts before they could do just that, and I felt something long, slender and metal pressing into each one. “It…” My hands moved experimentally, gingerly touching my breasts, and that provoked a groan from someone. “Sometimes it feels like nipple play has to hurt a little to work.”

“Entirely possible.” That had to be Grey. “The endorphins produced by the body can trick our nerves into thinking it’s pleasure we feel.” His hands were gentle as he set mine aside, then slowly, he gave one side a tug. I began to writhe on the stool, the pleasure and pain increasing at the same pace. “But that means we have to be very careful. How are we feeling, omega?”

“Good.” That was gasped out before I could think twice, because it was like the same fiery sensation tore through my groin. “Yeah, good. Don’t stop.”

“Wouldn’t think of it, but how about this?” Tex said.

I wasn’t sure what he was doing, but suddenly the sensation vibrated like a plucked guitar string. Pleasure/pain/pleasure/pain, my senses registered until I settled on one.

Pleasure.

I had no words, just panted through the feeling until it trailed away.

“Well, that seemed to be a successful experiment. I wonder how this will feel?”

A low buzz filled the air. I knew it was a vibe because I had my own selection at home, and that had a curl of anticipation tightening inside me. Bringing sex toys into the bedroom never went well for me in the past, but for them to have anticipated that I’d like them? It had me jumping as the vibe touched the metal clamp around my nipple. Pleasure defeated pain, sending long waves of it pulsing through me, forcing me forward. But when I did so, something that buzzed far louder was pressed between my thighs. I was panting with everything I had, the shock, the sensation, pushing me close to the edge.

And Grey sensed that.

“Tell me when you’re close.” All of his cool composure was gone as a hand slapped down on my shoulder. “Nadia, tell me and I’ll pull this away.”

“Why…?” I moaned.

“Because we’re going to take you to the edge over and over and you’re going to curse us to hell as we do it.”

“Grey—”

“But when I finally let you come?” His mouth was just above my ear because I could feel his hot breath on my skin. “It’s going to be so much more intense. Tell me that’s what you want.”

Some rebellious part of me wanted to shake my head as my hips moved convulsively, seeking greater contact with the bulbous end of the vibrator between my legs. I could just keep on going, experiencing a shattering release.

Or…?

I could almost see that dark figure that emerged from the shadows of my dreams. His smile was cruel, his gaze intent, as he took in the position I was in. That hint of challenge in those silver eyes, it was what finally forced me to answer him.

“Yes…!”

I let out a groan filled with loss as all stimulation was removed suddenly.

Well, almost all of them.

Fingers gripped something hanging on the end of the nipple clamp and gave it a tug. No doubt they watched me squirm.

“Well then, gentleman.” There was a hint of a smile in Grey’s tone. “We have our orders. How many times do you think we can bring the omega to the point of orgasm before she loses control?”

“Five or six at least,” Ethan replied.

My hands slapped down on the stool rim, nail burrowing into the wood. What the hell had I signed myself up for? As if in response to that, big, strong arms wrapped around me and I leaned into that broad chest.

“Don’t worry,” Tex said. “The minute you say stop.” His hand slid between my legs, cupping my mound, and my hips shifted to increase contact. “I’ll make you come so fucking hard.”