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“Uh-oh. Does my kitten need to be punished?”
If possible, her nipples tightened even harder. Being called “kitten” was kind of degrading, and so was his threat, so why was she having to focus on not squirming?
“Maybe,” she said, arching a brow in challenge. “What are you going to do? Spray my face with water?”
“I could . . . but I have better ways to punish naughty kittens.”
“Pfft. Your punishments aren’t so bad. People probably think you’re all hard-core because you own a club.”
Her bravado only made his smile more feral than teasing.
“That was just a small introduction to an inexperienced submissive I didn’t want to scare. You want more? Harder?”
Um . . . that look in his eyes looked a little bloodthirsty.
“Noooo, Sir.”
“Because I have no problem with giving you more . . .”
“Forget I said anything, please, Sir.”
“ . . . if you’re sure that’s what you really, really want.”
She blinked up at him, not sure what else to say. Gaze intent on her mouth, he traced his finger over her lips. He nudged his finger in, and she let him explore her teeth and tongue. His skin was warm and rough—not the skin of a rich man, but that of a man who worked hard. It felt strange to be inspected this way, but letting him do it was making her mind all muzzy again.
“Suck.” He whispered the command, and she obeyed. Servicing his finger should have felt boring or stupid, but it turned her on. For some reason she wished it was his cock, and so she did her best to use the opportunity to show him what he was missing out on.
“You like to suck, dirty girl?”
The barely audible question made her wriggle in place. Her thighs were damp, and she whimpered.
Slowly, he fucked her mouth with his finger. His breathing went raspy and unsteady, and he pulled his finger free from her mouth with a small pop.
“Fuck,” he muttered.
She gazed at him, unable to look away. All she wanted was to pleasure him and make him swear again. His damp finger painted her bottom lip and she flicked it with her tongue, watching his expression going from hot to warm to hot again. Men were usually so stoic in their pleasure, but Will didn’t make her wonder what he was thinking. If he liked something, his expression said so. If he disliked something, his hand would tell her ass so.
“Up. Hold out your wrists.”
She obeyed, and before she could think too hard on the subject, her wrists and ankles were enclosed in snug black leather cuffs. They made her feel caught and even more at his mercy. He clipped her wrist cuffs together, then looped rope under the clip and tied it to the top crossbeam at the foot of his four-poster bed.
He smiled at her, but his eyes were flinty. “You good?”
She tugged at the cuffs. Comfy but stuck. If she took the time, she could unbuckle the wrist cuffs herself, but that wasn’t the point. She assumed he was going to keep her too busy for that.
“I’m good.”
He turned her to face the headboard, spread her feet apart, and attached her ankles to the feet of the bed, leaving her completely exposed and helpless. He could do anything. Maybe this had been a bad idea. Her pussy felt swollen and achy, but he didn’t touch her no matter how hard she wished he would.
He retrieved a pair of silver nipple clamps from the bed. Inwardly, she was proud of knowing what they were, until she realized he fully intended on using them. He loomed behind her, breathing on her neck, making her shiver.
“I have you now, poor, pretty girl—and you with so very few hard limits,” he whispered next to her ear. Bits of her hair were getting snagged in his stubble, and the rasp of it scraped against her skin now and then as she moved.
“What are you going to do?” she asked, not afraid so much as curious. She trusted him far more than she had the last time. He’d shown he was trustworthy. He’d let her leave, after all, even though he hadn’t wanted her to go.
“Just a little torture.” His hands caressed her waist and then slid upward, tickling over her hypersensitive skin to brush over her breasts. He cupped them, gently coaxing her already hard nipples into even stiffer peaks, making her whimper with every teasing tug.
Not being able to press her legs together to ease the ache there made what he was doing almost unbearable. Just when she opened her mouth to resume begging, he positioned one of the clamps over her right nipple and slowly let it close.
