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“I'm clamping your nipple, sweetheart.”
“Oh, my god. Oh, my god.”
A kaleidoscope of emotions rushed through her as he tightened the clamp. He kept his gaze on her as if he were carefully measuring her threshold but then pushing her beyond the point she set.
“What man carries nipple clamps in his pocket?” She cringed as she spoke, her breaths erratic and harsh as the clamp started to take complete hold on her. “No normal man,” she hissed, answering her own question. This wasn't funny anymore.
“Think of it as punishment for interrupting an especially important meeting this morning. I may still take my belt to your ass, depending on how the evening goes,” he said as if she weren’t sitting on the table with her breasts out while he clamped her nipples.
He tightened the awful device even more, and something completely uncalled for happened between her legs. She spasmed through the pool of wetness in her pussy and ached to part her thighs so he could put his fingers inside her. So he could put any part of him inside her.
“You're a sick...”
She didn’t know why she didn't rip the thing off, kick him in the balls, and flee. She had no idea why she continued sitting there on his dining room table while he administered the same delicious and darkly agonizing pleasure to her other nipple.
She didn’t know why she didn’t want to stop the strange, panicky, pain flooding her whole body.
“Fuck,” she breathed heavily when all her other senses failed her and she forgot what she was going to call him.
“You calling me a sick fuck?” he asked softly, joining the last lot of words she uttered to come up with that. He hauled her closer to the edge of the table, standing between her parted thighs. She gasped loudly at the rock-solid hardness of his cock pressing into her wetness.
“Let me try harder to impress you, then.” He searched his pocket again and retrieved a thin chain with a perfect diamond dangling down the middle of it. Some curious part of her wondered if the diamond was as real as it looked. The other yelled out anxiously because she had no idea what he was going to do with it.
The discomfort of the clamps at her nipples had stabilized somewhat until he hooked the chain to each clamp, and the added weight of the diamond against her midriff made her inhale so sharply she saw stars.
He then threaded his hand through her hair and forced the pin free, leaving her tresses to cascade over his hand. He pulled at her hair a little at the same time as he wrapped the chain around his other hand and yanked ever so slightly.
Kensley gulped down huge breaths, tearing up freely in a medley of fascination that she seemed to want to explore and frustration because that was not what she was supposed to want to do.
The sting on the roots of her hair as he pulled at her tresses and the tug on her nipples ventured beyond the scope of plain old-fashioned pain. A zillion pinpricks of sensation caressed her pussy. She was ridiculously close to rubbing herself against his hardness.
“Tell me, Kensley,” he prompted, his breath fanning the side of her throat. “How am I making you feel?”
“Terrible,” she ground out, ensuring she delivered each syllable despite the fact that it felt as if she were wading through a thick fog of her own arousal.
“You're asking for it, aren't you?” He chuckled.
“What?” she asked softly, hot as a furnace now. And wet. She tried to move away from him, worried she would leave evidence of her arousal on his trousers.
“This,” he said, pulling her back toward him, even closer this time. His mouth crushed against hers. What little fight she had to keep her lips sealed died when he tugged on the chain. She whimpered, shuddering as her entire body sizzled. His tongue slipped into her mouth, and she was lost all over again. He kissed her until she quivered and forgot her name. And nothing mattered but his mouth on hers.
Her hand gravitated toward the strong, powerful beat of his heart, which seemed to soothe her while her body rode a storm of stunning sensations. She leaned into him, mesmerized, as the kaleidoscope of unusual pain and forbidden pleasure shifted inside her.
His scent, so gloriously manly, bathed her, and his nearness enveloped her. He controlled her like a puppet. A little pull on his chain, and she moaned for him.
His lips traveled down her neck, biting her softly. She clung to his shirt as he found a rhythm of releasing and then tugging on the chain.
He held her breast in his hand, softly cupping it before he licked the swollen nipple peeking through the clamp and her back curved inward. Warm liquid drizzled over her swollen peak from his mouth, and she bit her own lip to stop herself from begging him to do anything to her, anything he wanted.
Whatever he wanted.
He reached her lips again and murmured against them. “One hour?”
“What?” she asked, dazed. He left her completely disoriented. Oh, gosh, her new contract. Had she really become such an airhead because he had touched her?
“Right. Yes,” she said, glancing to her side at the extravagant antique clock in the room. “I’m giving you an hour to try and seduce me, and if I say my word, you win. You get my virginity, and you get to do whatever you like with Everry Place. If I don’t say that word, I get to leave here immediately, and Everry Place stays. Do you agree that we don’t need to draw this out so long when we can end it right now? It’s a perfect solution—”
