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From the expression that flitted across her features, she caught the fact that — at most — he was promising not to hurt her ‘very badly.’ And that he hadn’t actually promised such a thing at all.
He’d phrased that sentence very carefully.
‘Maybe’ was such a fun word.
Cupping her breast, he gave her nipple a little pinch, and her pupils dilated, her lips parting in appreciation of the sharp sensation. His sweet little subbie masochist. His cock pulsed against the front of his pants, aching in anticipation of burying himself inside her again.
He’d learned his lesson from last time though.
Blow job first.
“Let’s get these pretty nipples decorated,” he murmured. Juliet’s eyes lit up. Yes, she would like that. And he wanted the clamps on and hanging before he had her lay down on the table. That way she’d feel it more. “Hands behind your back.”
“Yes, Sir.” The position thrust her breasts out, and Orlando couldn’t help but pause to take a long moment playing with them. Covering the thick mounds with his palms and fingers, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh as it spilled out between his digits. Juliet half closed her eyes, panting with pleasure as he fondled her, his fingers brushing over and pinching her nipples while he manipulated her flesh.
“Good girl,” he said finally, letting his hands drop away. His erection was ragingly hard as he went to get the clamps he’d left waiting.
In deference to the fact that she had been out of the game for a while, he hadn’t chosen anything too rough. No teeth, no clover clamps… just standard rubber tipped clamps, but he left them on the tightest setting. If she hadn’t been using any toys at home during her time without kink, this was going to hurt. It was also going to be necessary to easing her back into the rougher stuff.
“Ow, ow, ow, ow!”
It didn’t surprise Orlando at all when she danced in place as soon as he applied the first one, already complaining about the pain. From the look on her face,shehadn’t realized how much it would hurt. She’d given the clamps an almost dismissive glance —because at one time, they would have been nothing but pleasure to her.
But she wasn’t used to having her nipples pinched so tightly anymore, in such a merciless grip. Not that he was going to give her too much leeway, despite that.
“Hold still, slut,” he snapped out, grabbing her free nipple and pinching it hard, tugging it down to keep her from dancing around. “Or I’ll get the alligator clamps.”
Real fear flashed in her eyes. Oh, this was fun. Her body had some of the reactions of a newbie, because it had been so long since she’d experienced certain stimuli, but she had the background to know exactly what he was talking about and exactly how much it would hurt.
“Yes, Sir.” By sheer force of will, she held herself in place, whimpering as he applied the second clamp to the nipple that he’d been pinching. Now, acting more like the experienced sub he knew her to be, she closed her eyes and breathed through the pain. Accepting it. Submitting to it.
Which was fucking hot as hell to watch. It never got old.
He bet her pride was hurting as much as her nipples right now, but she swallowed that back too.
“Good slut.” He used the word again deliberately, enjoying the way her eyes flashed and her jaw tightened. She didn’t want to like being called that, but she did. Verbal humiliation was not one of her hard limits, as long as it was sexual and not race play. Which aligned with his own limits very nicely. “My filthy little slut. Are you hot and ready for me?”
Arms still behind her back, thrusting her clamped nipples at him, she was practically squirming in place from arousal. True brat that she was, she clearly didn’t want to answer him and she ducked her head instead of meeting his gaze and speaking.
“Spread your legs, little rose. I want to feel my slut’s wet pussy.”
“Oh yes, I’m such a slut. That’s why I’ve only slept with you and one other man in the past two years,” she muttered, even as she obeyed. Orlando chuckled. She just couldn’t keep her mouth shut, could she?
“Yes, but only a slut would sleep with her stepbrother.” Moving her panties to the side, he slid his fingers between her wet folds, stroking the sensitive tissues, though deliberately avoiding her clit. Pushing them back, he thrust them up inside her, only getting about halfway because of their respective positions, but that was enough. “Only a slut would let her stepbrother finger her. Only a slut would take his cock down her throat.”
Juliet whimpered as he moved his fingers inside her, enjoying the slick heat of her arousal as she clenched her muscles. She went up on her toes, like she was trying to give him more access, but Orlando pulled his fingers away.
“On your knees, little slut.”
Making a frustrated noise, she glared at him. He knew she would get on her knees anyway, but that wasn’t the game he wanted to play. Reaching over to the counter, he grabbed the scalpel that was waiting for him there. Juliet’s eyes widened and she froze as he held it in front of him and then dragged the edge over the top of her breast.
A thin red line appeared. A tiny cut. It would heal without leaving a scar, but it made it clear that the scalpel was part of their edge play —it was not a toy.
“On your knees, little slut,” Orlando repeated, smiling sadistically at her reaction. “It’s time for me to fuck that pretty mouth of yours.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
JULIET
