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He smiles. “For me to know and you to find out, but we’re going to start with a punishment.”
“A punishment? Why?”
“You forgot to ask to come.”
“When?”
He undoes the coat and pulls it off me. “When you were sitting alone at the table.”
“You weren’t around!”
“You’ve got to learn to hold it.”
I stare at him in disbelief. “I didn’t know the rule applied even when you’re not around.”
“Anywhere. Anytime.”
I make a face. “What if I’m at my own apartment?”
“It’s easier if the rule applies universally. Otherwise, it’s too hard to keep track of all exceptions.”
“What if I can’t get ahold of you?”
He leads me to a diagonal cross in one corner of the room. “Then you’ll have to wait.”
Of course, he wouldn’t know any better what I did in the privacy of my apartment, but he’d ask me at some point, and lying doesn’t come too naturally to me.
“I can’t believe this,” I say as he raises my left wrist. “What are you doing?”
“Shackling you to the St. Andrew’s cross.”
He secures the cuff about me and pulls my right wrist to the other corner. Then he cuffs my ankles to the bottom corners of the cross.
He steps back and takes in the sight. “You know I pictured this the first time we met?”
My cheeks burn. He’d had sexual thoughts that early?
“Really?” I ask, flattered.
“I knew right away you were someone who needed a damn good spanking.”
Maybe not so flattered.
“How long is this going to last?” I ask. My feet already feel sore from the heels.
“Depends how well you take your punishment.”
“What’s the punishment?”
He walks over to the cabinet and opens one of the smaller drawers. “We’re going to start with nipple clamps. This set is good for beginners.”
Sauntering back to me, he shows me the pair of silver clamps joined by a chain link. He pulls one breast, then the other out of the bodysuit. Lowering his head, he takes a nipple into his mouth. I groan. Currents shoot from my nipple to my pussy, which is already buzzing with desire. Even with the vibrations on low, I could come like this, with Darren sucking on my nipple. He switches to the other nipple, and I start to writhe from the attention to the sensitive bud. This feels so good. His tongue feels so good. His mouth feels so good.
But I knew it wouldn’t last.
“Breathe in,” he instructs.
As I release my breath, he applies one of the clamps. Feeling a tight pinch, I whimper.
