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Maybe a real relationship was daunting to him, but it wasn’t as hard as seeing her about to submit to another man. If he wanted to play with her and not have to share, he’d have to figure out how to deal with his shit.
Ambrose pulled her over to a chair and sat her in his lap. He showed her the belled nipple clamps he also had with him, and she squirmed in place, unintentionally doing interesting things to his dick.
“Do you like clamps, slave?”
Her voice went small. “No, Sultan. But I’ll wear them if it pleases you.”
“Yes, you will.” He stroked her midsection, her shoulders, then gradually allowed himself to move to her breasts, but only when she was starting to follow his hand for attention there. He used gentle fingers at first, and gradually got rough, listening to her nonverbals. When he thought the pain would start being too much for her, her writhing became more pronounced and desperate. She rubbed against him as though she was ready to fuck.
Gently, he attached the clamps to her perfect nipples, loving the gasps and squeals they drew from her. He flicked the bells on the clamps then rubbed a finger gently over the exposed ends of her engorging nipples.
Everly groaned and ground against him, her panties not providing much separation between them. He stroked her lovely body, watching the way she responded to his touch. It didn’t take long to learn what she hated and what she loved, and he catalogued both for future reference.
“When I saw you playing with the other Dom, it made me unhappy, slave.”
“I thought you did
n’t want me anymore. Besides, we never said we’d be exclusive.”
True.
Ambrose considered what it would be like to go to the club tomorrow night and play with someone else, but the idea fell flat. Everly was everything he wanted.
“For now, then. I want a promise that for now you won’t play with other men.”
“Until when?”
“Until we’ve established that the agreement is over.”
She paused, her hesitation making him irritable. Was it that hard to agree to this for a while? This whole thing was making him uncomfortable. It was getting very one-sided, with him becoming obsessed and her seeming indifferent. Or was he not reading her right?
“Yes, Sir.” She held her breath for a moment. “But only if you don’t take any other submissives while we’re together. I know some Doms don’t like having limits put on them, but if I’m expected to be exclusive I demand the same from you.” Everly was studying the floor, but he could feel her waiting for an answer.
He grabbed her chin and made her look at him.
“That was the idea, sweetheart. Besides, I doubt I could handle another girl while you have my attention.”
“I’ll try to make sure you don’t get bored and wander off.” She bit her lip, her cheeks pink and her eyes shining.
Shit. What was he doing? Now that she’d agreed, the internal backpedaling had begun. What’s the worst thing that could happen, Ambrose? Just don’t go off the deep end for this girl and there won’t be a problem.
Her eyes narrowed, and she squirmed on his lap more deliberately this time, an invitation rather than a reaction.
Time to think later.
“Did I tell you to tempt me, slave?” He frowned, trying to look displeased. “Kneel there and think about what obedience means.”
She groaned but got down from his lap and knelt where he’d indicated.
“What were you hoping to do, squirming your ass against me like that?”
“Honestly, oh Sultan? This slave was hoping you would use her.” She knelt up straighter and thrust her breasts out at him, the bells jingling with her movements.
He flicked the bells again, one after the other, until she was writhing in place, her hoarse little cries making his dick pulse. “You want me to use your ass, pretty slave?”
She mewled and shook her head.
“Well, that’s what your Master would assume, since it was your ass you were grinding against him.”
