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“God knows I am,” he grumbles.“I’ll have to tie you to the bed like this for an entire night when the orgasm restriction is lifted so I can take what I want from you whenever I want it, and you’ll be helpless to do anything but give in to my demands.”
I press my thighs together at the thought, trying to alleviate the pulsing need.He’s going to make me come with nothing but his words.He knows it too, and he chuckles as he rolls me over, pulls out the plug, slaps my bottom, and says, “Time for dinner.”
I feel restless and aching as I dress for dinner, but I know better than to touch myself or do anything that might bring me the relief I’m starting to crave.When Logan had announced the no-orgasm rule last night, I’d had no idea it would be this hard.At least I’ll be able to get my mind off it tonight, since Roman and I are going to see a local band at a place called the Beauty Bar on Fremont Street.
I should have known better.
“Come here, Ava,” he calls to me as I’m standing in front of the closet in my bra and panties, trying to decide what to wear.I obediently come to stand in front of him, surprised at how accustomed I’m becoming to presenting my body to him when requested.Maybe there’s hope for me yet and we really could win, or at least come close.
He holds up three chains all connected to a central circular ring to form a Y.The two shorter chains at the top are tipped with clamps much like the ones Roman had attached to my nipples during our photo shoot in Club Helix, with a tweezer-looking clamp attached to a longer chain forming the bottom of the Y.
“What’s that?”I ask suspiciously.
Instead of answering, he grasps one of my nipples between his finger and his thumb and gently rolls and twists it until it’s swollen and distended before attaching the clamp.His mouth absorbs my cry as the clamp bites into my tender nipple.Although the clamp isn’t as tight this time, he kisses me until the initial pain has subsided, leaving the duller throbbing sensation I remember from the photo shoot.He repeats the process with my other breast, toying with the nipple until it’s elongated and taut, then taking my mouth as he attaches the second clamp.
My breath is coming faster as he pulls away, picking up the longer chain that dangles down to my crotch.Oh no!I take a step back as I realize where he intends to put the last clamp, but Roman grabs the chain between my breasts and tugs me back.I gasp at the blissfully agonizing pressure as the clamps dig in, and desire flares through me, little flames of heat licking in my belly.Holding me still with the chain connecting the nipple clamps lightly gripped between his teeth, he opens me intimately as my face flushes.He places the clamp firmly over my clit, sliding a ring up to tighten the clamp so that my clit is trapped between the two sides of the tweezer-like clamp.
Holy fuck!I’m going to explode.This clamp isn’t nearly as intense as the nipple clamps, but the faint, constant pressure and tug every time I move is subtly stimulating.By the time we arrive at the club where the band is playing, I’m once again consumed by a vague but distracting ache.
The band is great, and Roman is good company—attentive, chivalrous, and surprisingly easy to be with.We talk in between sets, but he’s mostly content to sit beside me, his hand planted on my bare thigh in that possessive way of his, listening to the music.I’m completely absorbed, savoring the comfortingly familiar feel of the bass thumping through my veins, the music washing over me like a healing flood, soothing something inside me, although for the first time ever a part of me isn’t totally consumed by the music.That part is hyperaware of the faint tug of the clamps beneath my clothes and the brush of fabric over my now impossibly sensitive clit.At one point, I catch Roman staring at me.“What?”I ask self-consciously.“Do I have something on my face?”I reach for a napkin, but he catches my hand in his.
“No.You look perfect.I’ve just never seen you this unguarded before, other than when you come.”
I blush at his words, grateful for the darkened club.
When we get back to the hotel, it’s late, and he leaves the light off, leading me back to the bedroom where he tenderly undresses me and removes the clamps.I moan as the blood rushes back to my aching breasts and sensitized sex, and although he doesn’t touch me, he blows on my aroused flesh, his hot breath enough to have me clenching my thighs together in a futile attempt to ease the aching need.He lifts me into his arms and tucks me into bed, and I fall asleep wondering who Roman Castile really is.
We spend the next day much the same way—breakfast, gym, shower, and lunch, followed by me cuffed to the bed while Roman works.However, this time he substitutes a small, vibrating egg for the plug, which he slides erotically into my embarrassingly wet pussy before taking a seat across from me, his laptop in his lap.There’s no visitor today, and after a while Roman uncuffs me, running a finger down my jaw.
“How are you feeling, Avalon?”he asks, his eyes searching mine.
“Aroused.Needy.Restless.Pissed,” I say grumpily.
He smiles, and his eyes crinkle at the corners.“Good.I’m starting to thoroughly enjoy that little spark of sass you’ve got.Maybe I’ll give you a break tonight.We’ll go shopping for the group event tomorrow.”
Roman’s idea of shopping is him picking everything out and making me try it on for him, and he clearly enjoys watching me try on chaps without anything on underneath, making me model half a dozen pairs before deciding on one.He also buys me a leather bustier bra, a bolo tie, and a cowboy hat.When we get back to the suite, he tucks me into bed again without touching me other than to pull me to his chest as I drift off to sleep.
The following morning, I wake up to the sound of Roman singing in the shower, and I fight back a grin.My imposing, scary Dom definitely has a softer side.I glance over at the clock on the bedside table.Crap, how is it already eight forty-five?I’m supposed to be at the Helix Spa at nine.By the time Roman emerges from the shower, I’m just about to leave.
“Ava, come here,” he commands quietly.
I walk over to where he’s standing naked except for the towel that hangs loosely from his hips, his erection evident under the towel.His dark hair is damp and tousled, and a few water droplets cling to the hairs on his bare chest.I just barely stop myself from licking one.God, he’s gorgeous.I’ve gone from normal Ava to nympho Ava in the space of five seconds.
“I have to go.I have to be at the spa at nine,” I say breathlessly.
He nods.“Wait a second.”He goes to the armoire and returns with two small balls in his hand.He puts them in his mouth and then takes them out again.
“Spread your legs,” he commands.
I’m wearing a casual dress that grants him easy access, and he moves my panties aside as he pushes first one ball and then the other inside me.He lowers my dress.
“Keep those in until I see you this evening.”
The balls roll around enticingly inside me, keeping me on that needy edge of arousal as I get a manicure, a pedicure, and pick at the light lunch the spa has provided.Nerve endings I didn’t know I possessed are awakened as I get a massage, the calming music and sensuous strokes of the masseuse working with the subtle oscillation of the balls to make me a bundle of sensation.My body’s been kept on the edge of arousal for two days, and it’s become almost painful.The masseuse is completely professional, carefully avoiding my breasts and mound, but she spends an inordinate amount of time massaging the area just above my pubic bone with careful kneading strokes that cause the balls to churn and roll inside me, creating little waves of awareness.Damn Roman who undoubtedly gave her specific instructions designed to drive me crazy with need.And damn Logan for his stupid rule.
I’m sitting in the sauna alone, waiting for my final spa treatment—a seaweed wrap—when Emmett’s partner Rebecca walks in.We haven’t officially met, but I haven’t talked to Emmett in several days, and I’m dying to know how he’s doing.
“Hi,” I say with a smile as she sits down across from me, removing her towel so she’s completely naked.Unlike me, she obviously doesn’t have a modest bone in her perfectly toned, curvy body.“I’m Ava.”
“I know who you are,” she says coldly.
“Oh,” I say slowly.“Um, how’s Emmett doing?I haven’t seen him much lately, and I was just wondering—”
She cuts me off with an angry hiss.“Stay away from Emmett.Now that he’s paired with a real submissive, he might just be able to win, but not if you keep interfering and distracting him with your innocent little victim act.I don’t know how you managed to get your claws into Roman Castile, but stay away from Emmett or I promise I’ll make your life miserable.”
The door opens, and the aesthetician calls my name.
“Watch your back, little kitten,” Rebecca says snidely as I walk past her.“Unless you want to tangle with a tiger.”
