Page 56 of In His Cuffs

“All that for tonight?”

“Do you have something better to do?”

“Ah. No, Mr Tomlinson.”

“Come here, please.” He put cuffs on her wrists. They weren’t his preferred metal ones, but the fabric ones would work better for his purposes. Not that it really mattered. He just liked having her in them. He knelt to secure a second pair to her ankles. “You’ll be helpless in less than five minutes.”

“I’m already tied up inside,” she said, her voice so soft he hardly heard it.

So was he. He hadn’t expected that. He didn’t know how to respond. Before he completely lost the ability to think, he picked up four hooks. “Stand with your back against the structure.”

In front of him, she looked so small, but he knew how tough she was. She’d taken everything he’d given, and she’d done it with impressive stoicism. “Please raise your arms.” He stepped back to look at her relative to the Cavendish then repositioned her. “Now spread your legs. Keep your feet flat on the floor, as I don’t want to strain any of your muscles.” He repeated the procedure and double-checked each distance before inserting the hooks into pre-drilled holes. “You may step away.”

She frowned.

“There are a few things I want to do to you before I start the flogging,” he explained. “That was mechanical, and I want you in a different mental state before my leather meets your skin. Let’s start with some clamps.” He handed her a pair. “Put them on.”

“Me? You want me to do it to myself? That seems like you’re asking me to tie my own noose.”

“You play with this type all the time. Quit stalling.”

Without further complaint, she tugged on her left nipple, pinching it, squeezing it.

“I could watch you do that all day.”

She continued long after the nipple had hardened.

“You’re doing that to aggravate me,” he said.

“Not at all. I’m trying to please you, Mr Tomlinson.”

“Don’t forget who will be holding the flogger.”

She looked up at him through her long lashes, but she didn’t stop toying with her nipple.

“Put the clamp on it,” he snapped, the words almost sounding like a growl.

Rather than being intimidated, she laughed. She squeezed her aureole between her thumb and forefinger of her left hand, making the nipple protrude. He knew she was very much aware of his interest, and she took her sweet time opening the pincer and guiding it towards her nipple.

She placed the clamp and sucked in a shocked breath.

“More than you expected?” he asked.

“Hell and back. Yes, Sir.”

“Is it more than you can bear?”

“If it pleases you, Sir, I can take it.”

In his pants, his cock felt hot and heavy. Once she stepped away from her inhibitions, her sexual power quadrupled. She could ask for anything and he’d crawl through shards of metal to get it for her.

“Shall I do the other one now, Mr Tomlinson?”

An internal debated raged inside him. Touching her might be lethal. Watching her play with herself would lead him to fuck her before they’d even started. “I’ll do it.”

The little vixen pouted. Everything she did made his desire rise to flash point.

He followed her lead, plumping her breast, abrading her nipple with his callused fingertip. She moaned and allowed her head to fall backwards. Her hair streamed down her back in waves of untamed abandon.

David pinched her nipple and pulled it away from her body before releasing the clamp to bite it.

She fisted her hands and he saw her fingernails dig into her palms. He considered removing the clovers, but he remained silent and waited for her to use her safe word.

By slow measures, she uncurled her fingers and looked at him. “Thank you, Sir.”

This woman was tough, all right. “They won’t seem as bad in a while.” Until he yanked on them. By then, he hoped she was so far gone in her delirium that she would be able to ignore the pain in favour of its crashing arousal.

With his foot, he slid an exercise mat towards her. “Kneel and present your ass for my plug.”

“Of course, Mr Tomlinson,” she whispered.

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