Page 119 of King of Temptation

Fuck yes.

“Here are the rules. Daddy’s going to play with you for a bit. You may scream, cry, even fight me. But under no circumstances are you allowed to come until Daddy gives you permission. Do you understand the rules, menace?”

She understood. She didn’t particularly like those rules, but she understood. “Yeah.”

Pain exploded along the inside of both thighs, and she arched up as a cry ripped from her lips. “Yes, Daddy! I understand!”

“Much better. If you can’t be respectful, I’ll pull that plug from your ass and coat it with peppermint oil before putting it back in.”

Dread settled low in her stomach. There were things she had an interest in that she’d be willing to push him on, but a lube guaranteed to set the inside of her ass on fire was not one of them. “Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry.”

“That’s my good girl.” The bed dipped as he climbed in, settling himself between her thighs. “Daddy’s going to touch you now. Remember your rules.”

At the first brush of his lips to the side of her neck, she jolted, belatedly realizing how on edge she was being blindfolded like this. Being lost in the dark, unable to see where he was or what implement of torture he held in his hands. She’d been so certain that he’d meant to hurt her, that the kiss had taken her more by surprise than anything else he could have done.

Devious bastard.

Slowly, almost leisurely, he moved down her body, his lips grazing her neck, then shoulder, then collarbone. Leaving little fires of need licking along her skin everywhere his lips touched.

By the time he pulled one stiff nipple into his mouth, she was desperate, aching to be filled. “Daddy, please,” she whined, rubbing her legs together in a vain attempt to alleviate at least some of the ache between them.

His laughter vibrated against her breast, driving that need even higher. “We’re getting there, menace. Just be patient.”

Patience was, she’d come to accept, not one of her virtues. At least not when it came to him and the things he could do to her body.

She was so distracted by the need pulsing through her clit, she didn’t notice him moving at first. Not until it was too late and needles of agony pierced the nipple he’d been teasing.

“Oh, fuck!” she cried, yanking at the cuffs keeping her locked to the bed. “Get it off, get it off!”

“No.”

A sob rose in her chest, choking her as tears formed behind the silken blindfold covering her eyes. “Daddy, please. It hurts. I… I can’t take it.”

“You can, and you will. Because you’re my good little menace and you can take whatever your Daddy gives you.”

“I can’t.”

But even as she said the words, she was aware of the pain ebbing. Not entirely, but enough for her to drag in a shuddering breath that helped to ease a bit more of the torment.

“That’s my girl.” Affection warmed his voice, loosening something inside her as she took another, deeper breath. “We’re going to do the other side now. It will feel better once they’re both clamped.”

She wasn’t sure she believed him, but she was very sure that arguing with him would only make it worse. So she focused on breathing, on the ever more needy ache between her thighs as he gave her opposite breast the same treatment. Suckling at her nipple until he deemed it ready and then attaching that evil fucking clamp to it.

Once the initial blinding pain of having her nipple captured in the jaws of death faded, she found he was right. It actually did help a good bit to have both nipples clamped. Like she was somehow more… balanced now.

More than that, though, the pain was beginning to translate into something else entirely. It still hurt, god it still hurt, but in a way that had her pussy clenching emptily, as if anticipating the moment she’d finally be filled.

“Christ, you’re stunning like this. All flushed and needy and whining. My good girl.” His voice was even rougher than before, and pride exploded behind her ribs at the knowledge she’d done that to him. This strong, proud, devil of a man could barely speak because of her.

It was a heady fucking feeling.

Now hyperalert, she sensed him moving a second before he pressed a kiss between her breasts. Down, down, down he moved, just like he had before he’d clamped her. Leaving hot, wet kisses all down her chest, her stomach, down to⁠—

“Daddy!”

Pleasure shot through her, so sudden and intense she nearly came on the spot. But somehow she managed to hold off, to keep the tidal wave at bay. While she might consider herself a brat under most circumstances, she was genuinely terrified of how he might punish her if she disobeyed this particular rule. The ache in her breasts had faded considerably, but there was still enough lingering pain for her to want to be his good girl.

At least for now.