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“Does it matter? Will you get jealous if I say yes?”
Pressing my heel harder on his thigh, until he groans, I snap at him, “Just answer the fucking question. I don’t want your smart mouth.”
He chuckles. “Don’t you know? I can do pretty things with my smart mouth.”
Pulling his hair, I force him to look at me. His expression is smug, but it turns angry and painful when I press my foot a little on his hard cock.
“Climb up on the bed. Stay on your knees. Hands linked behind your head.”
He does as he’s told without a word and I grab what I’m looking for from the top shelf of the drawer. Holding it in front of him, I dare him to say anything, but he just smirks.
“You won’t scare me with a collar.”
I look at him innocently. “Who said I’m trying to scare you?”
Slowly, I get on the bed, going closer to him on my knees. His gaze roams over me as I wrap the collar around his throat. The collar has a kind of handcuffs behind it so his hands will stay behind his head, and I tie the cuffs around his wrists.
Leaning back, I look at him; he looks so comfortable, but soon that will change.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
“Of course, I’m okay.”
“You’re okay now, but you won’t be okay in 30 minutes. Your elbows will start to ache, your arms will shake, your shoulders and your back will tense and strain against the cuffs. And the bonus point, you’ll make your situation even harder, because you’ll want to touch me. You’ll pull and push, you’ll try to tear and break, and that will only make it worse.”
He glares at me. His jaw tenses. A muscle ticks in his cheek, but he says nothing.
I bite my lip to stop my smile. “What’s your safe word?”
“Will you stop if I say it?” He quirks his eyebrow in a challenging look.
“Nope.”
“That’s what I thought,” he almost huffs.
I laugh. Leaving the bed, I turn my back to him before hitting the button on the remote I’ve been hiding in my hand.
“Fuck!” he groans when electricity hits his body.
“Any problem, Nicky boy?” I turn to face him after pressing the button once more.
“You fucking…” he grits out.
His body tenses and winces with the sudden pain. A vein on his forehead pops out, his face gets redder, and he breathes through his nose before meeting my gaze.
Grabbing a chair, I place it in front of the bed.
“Come to the edge of the bed,” I order him.
When he doesn’t do what I said, I press the button again. With a strangled cry, he sends dagger to my way.
“I’m not fucking Pavlov’s dog!” he growls but does as he’s told.
I laugh and sit on the chair in front of him, placing my legs on his sides. His eyes zero in between my legs, and for a second, he looks like he’s forgotten he should be angry at me.
“I haven’t decided what I want to do with you. I’ll just enjoy myself as I think,” I say, leaning back in the chair without losing our eye-contact.
Placing my hand on my thigh, I slowly move up until my fingers graze the edge of my lace thong. I rub myself over the lace, and it’s not a surprise that I’m wet. He tries to take his eyes away from me but fails miserably, and when I push the offending fabric aside, he accepts the loss. He licks his lips when I tease my folds with my fingers, before slowly circling my finger around my swollen clit.
