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“A magician never reveals his secrets,” he said as he placed the blindfold over her eyes, casting her in instant and complete darkness. “Okay?”
“So okay,” she whispered.
Without her sense of sight, the others kicked in and she became more aware of every slight shift on the bed as Gage moved. She could tell when he stood up, could hear the soft swooshing sounds of him undressing, each article of clothing hitting the floor.
Then she heard a drawer open and close. She was curious about that. They hadn’t used condoms, hadn’t even discussed them again since the night he helped her get rid of her pesky virginity.
She jumped slightly when the mattress sank again under his weight.
“Shhh,” he soothed.
Penny felt his thigh pressing against her side. He was sitting on the bed, facing her. Without the blindfold, she would have been studying his face, scrutinizing it to gauge his reaction to her appearance, to her body. She would have—most likely—felt slightly self-conscious, even though he’d seen her naked plenty by now.
However, none of that was present at the moment. By taking away her sight, Gage had found a way to lessen her insecurities simply by ramping up her…God…hereverything. Her arousal. Her anticipation. Even the tiniest inkling of fear. Because she was bound, helpless, at his mercy.
All of her focus was on him, wondering what he was going to do next.
His hand touched her throat, his thumb stroking the side of her neck. Had he noticed her reaction to that grip the other night?
His fingers tightened incrementally, until it became more difficult to draw in air.
He was making her breathless again, but in a much different way this time. Her mouth fell open, but she didn’t speak, uncertain if she wanted to ask him to release her or press harder. She wasn’t sure she had enough air to make either request.
Gage loosened the hold then drew his fingers along the skin at the base of her neck, still tingling from his rough grip. He was a master at tapping into turn-ons she didn’t even know she possessed.
Then, she gasped when she felt the brief burst of heat from his breath on her nipple, just before he sucked it into his mouth. She didn’t try to hide her grin, her breathy giggle, and she imagined she could feel his lips tipping up in amusement as well.
“Yes. I’m starting with the left,” he said, proving he knew exactly what she’d found funny. “But don’t worry about the right.” To punctuate that promise, he pinched the right nipple firmly, squeezing it just to the point of pain, and a little beyond. “This beauty is going to be well taken care of as well.”
After that, Penny forgot to think, forgot she was naked, forgot her own damn name, as Gage alternated between sucking, pinching, licking, and biting her nipples. She was fluent at masturbation, but her breasts hadn’t ever been part of that. She hadn’t thought, hadn’t realized, exactly how sensitive, how much of an erogenous zone they were.
She was breathless, her heart thudding so hard, she was certain Gage must have been able to hear it. Worst of all, her pussy was clenching, seeking something—anything—to appease her burning need.
Gage didn’t touch her there, his attention wholly focused on her breasts.
“Please. God, Gage, please,” she pleaded, not for the first time. Hell, not even for the thousandth time. He didn’t acknowledge her cries, didn’t pay heed to her begging for more, for relief.
“What—!” Penny’s entire body jolted upwards when she felt something much sharper than Gage’s teeth squeezing her nipple.
“Clamp,” he said. One word, but it packed a punch. “Breathe deeply. You’ll get used to it.”
She continued to thrash, thinking perhaps she could dislodge the vicious beast. Her nipple was inflamed, burning, and it was on the tip of her tongue to say stop or…Jesus, what the fuck was the other word?
Gage cupped her face, his lips tickling her ear as he whispered, “Breathe.”
She stilled. Then did as he said.
And it worked. The flames she’d feared would turn her to ash shifted downwards, burning a no-longer-painful path from her breasts to her pussy.
“I need you,” she whispered.
“I know. But I promised to treat both your gorgeous tits the same.”
She didn’t have time to react to that before he put the second clamp on. She expected to have to ride out more pain, more agony, but her body was over that.
“God!” she cried out. Her voice was hoarse. She no longer sounded like herself.
And still Gage refused to give way.
