Page 54 of Demon’s Temptation

Those sexy abs tightened again, chest expanding.

He gasped when she clamped on the first and adjusted the pressure. “How does that feel?” she said, watching him closely.

“Fucking good, Mistress.”

She had to bite back her smile. She moved in closer so his engorged cock was trapped between them, and she felt him press into her, trying to grind his cock against her for some relief.

Chaya gave the chain attached a tug. “You’ll get relief when I give it to you and not before.” She gave his balls another light tap, and his hips bucked forward.

“Motherfucker,” he hissed between his teeth.

She could see he was already desperate to come. She wanted him so hot he begged for it. She gave the other nipple the same treatment. When it was aching and stiff, she secured the second clamp and gave it an experimental tug, watching him closely the whole time.

She lifted to his lips the thin chain connecting the two clamps. “Open.” He did as she asked. “Hold this between your teeth and don’t under any circumstances let go unless I tell you to. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress.” He took the chain between his teeth, which caused the clamps to pull deliciously at his nipples, and his eyes drifted shut for several seconds.

“Go to the St. Andrew’s cross, facing me,” she said, and moved in close to him again once he did as she asked. She slid her fingers down the side of his face. “What happened to me at The Dungeon caused you distress. I’m okay, I promise you that. But I want us both to experience how good it can be, together.”

She got another lovely flash of emotion, bright in his eyes.

He dipped his head, his breathing harsh, every muscle and tendon straining. He was so beautiful her heart ached.

She walked around him in a slow circle, letting him see how hungry she was for him, how beautiful she found his naked body. Goose bumps broke out across his skin again and she wanted to cheer at the way he was reacting to her. The constant ache between her thighs intensified.

She stopped at his side. His cock was huge, swollen and so hard it was obscene. Just looking at him had her struggling to keep her composure. To stop herself from ordering him to fuck her right then.

“Eyes ahead at all times,” she said then dropped to her knees. She made sure he felt each puff of breath as she moved up his body. His low growl reached her ears and she had to fight not to jam her legs together or grab that straining cock and taste him. She carried on up his hip, his stomach, slowly higher until she was at his shoulder.

She watched as he bit back a moan when she skimmed her hand up the side of his throat into his hair and tugged lightly.

Before he’d finished sucking in a breath, she released him.

She moved away from him and smiled to herself when he swayed toward her again. Her cool demeanor was getting to him. He was feeling vulnerable, off balance…and desperate to come. Her male was hungry for some kind of reassurance. Desperate for it, for her to look at him in that way, a way that she had from the start. She knew it, had felt him watching her when she worked the bar, silently asking her to look at him. He’d even sought her out when he couldn’t take it anymore.

He looked at her as if she was everything he wanted and needed, that he wanted to grab hold of the connection she knew they had but wasn’t sure how. Giving him that was all she wanted. Was everything.

Somehow she had to get him to let her in, then they could have it all.

Turning back to him, not letting her thoughts show on her face, she said, “Turn around and lift your arms.”

He did and she quickly and efficiently shackled him to the cross. There was no missing the anticipation, the need on his face as he watched her over his shoulder move to the wall and take her time looking over the floggers.

He trusted her to look after him, to give him what he needed. To know how much he could take. She’d done her research. She’d also spoken to several of the experienced Dominants at the club, not sharing who her sub would be, of course.

Still, she could admit she was a little nervous.

Breathe, Chay.

She moved in behind him and pressed tight against his back, letting him feel all of her. He made a rough sound. Reaching around, she pulled the chain from his mouth, and he groaned when she gave it a little tug before releasing it.

She leaned in, pressing her lips to his biceps. She couldn’t get much higher even in heels. “You are mine,” she rasped.

His big body shuddered.

“I don’t know who put that hollow look in your eyes, who caused you pain, but I will make sure that never happens again. I promise you that.” She trailed one of the floggers over his ass, tickling, teasing his bare skin. “Do you understand?”

Another deep tremor moved through him. “Yes, M-Mistress.” His voice broke on the last word and she wanted to pull him into her arms.