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James
James flicked off the vibrator but didn’t put it away. He meant it when he said they weren’t done.
He draped the clamps over his shoulder and picked up the Wartenburg wheel. Holding the weight of it in his palm, he looked over his shoulder at his little pet. Her head rested on her arm, but her eyes were aimed at him. A tender smile pulled on her lips.
No, she wasn’t done yet either.
Clapping and cheers burst from somewhere behind him. He glanced over, trying to find the source. It came from the hallway leading to the red-light district, but he couldn’t make anything out. Closing his fist around the wheel, he headed back to his girl.
His girl.
Internally, he gave himself a shake. His girl for the night. Keep it together.
“Guess someone’s having an extremely good time,” he said to Sandra when he reached her. She lifted her head from her arm. “Where are you on the color scale?” he asked. Her silence could be a sign he’d taken her too far, and he wouldn’t do anything else until he knew for certain she was all right to continue.
“Green,” she answered confidently. “So very green.”
A heartfelt smile tugged on his lips.
“Then you’re ready to continue?” he asked, twisting the vibrator to life.
She stared at the little bullet; her brow wrinkled.
“No?” He dipped his head into her line of sight. “I need an answer, pet.”
She pinched her lips tighter, then gave a curt nod.
“I need words.”
“I’m ready.” She raised her chin, daring him with her eyes. “Do your worst.”
A bubble of laughter burst from his chest. He grabbed her face, lining up her eyes with his own, and brought the vibrator to her pussy, gently teasing her until he positioned it over her clit.
“Never say that to a sadist, pet.” He flicked the vibe to the highest setting and pressed it against her clit.
Her entire body went rigid. The clip rings clanked over head as she pulled on her restraints. Within a heartbeat, she was wiggling her hips, trying—and failing beautifully—to get away from the pleasure bullet.
“Where are you going?” He pressed his hip into her pelvis to hold her against the cross.
“Too much!” She wiggled harder, but he wasn’t letting up.
“No, it’s not,” he said, twisting the bullet harder into her clit.
“Yes! Too much!” she whined, yanking her arms downward.
“Those won’t let you loose.” He eased the vibrator off her clit and ran it along the hood protecting the over-sensitive nub.
“How can it feel so good it hurts?” she asked between pants.
“What’s really fun is when it hurts so much it feels good.” He showed her the wheel in his hand, and she shook her head. Hair flung in front of her face, hitting him as she objected.
“No?” he asked with mock disappointment. “Do you want to say yellow?”
She stomped her foot again.
“Are you mad at me or yourself?” he asked, laughing.
She raised her chin. Hair fell in front of her eyes, but he could see the emerald orbs glaring at him. “Both of us.”
