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“Is this what you want, My Sophia?” I traced a finger down her spine, and goose bumps pricked her skin.

“You told me I wasn’t ready before. Am I ready now?”

I circled my hand around the front of her neck to cup her throat and tilt her chin.

“You’re more than ready. When we go inside, you know what to do.”

I opened the door without another word. Sophia slipped off her shoes, pulled her sheer dress from her shoulders, and removed her jeweled bra. Once she set everything on a bench, she moved to the very table where she’d given me her virginity.

Heat filled her onyx eyes as her nipple pebbled with anticipation.

I studied various riding crops from a cabinet on the wall, some harder on the skin than others based on their flexibility. I chose one designed to sting, to give a beautiful glow, but not break the skin.

Then, out of my pocket, I extracted two sapphire and diamond nipple clamps.

“Definitely a lucky coincidence you decided to wear that outfit tonight.”

“Are you planning to photograph me as well, Mr. Pierce? I am a model, after all.”

“No, as I said, this is for me only.” I removed my shirt, set it over her discarded clothes, and then moved in her direction with slow, deliberate steps.

A light flush crept up her golden skin, and that primal call to fuck the hell out of her surged forward. She licked her lips, and my cock became a solid weight in my pants.

I’d wait to fuck her, wanting her to heal, knowing what I craved to do bordered on violent desire.

She had to know I planned to rut into her until I rendered her unconscious.

“Stop looking at me like that and do something.”

“What is your safe word, Sophia?”

She hesitated and then said, “Marriage.”

Emotions like I’d never felt burned through me. Was the hesitation because she no longer feared it or that she still feared it and thought I expected it of her?

I approached her, cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples. Her lips parted, and I seized her mouth, losing myself in her taste.

This woman meant everything to me, and I fucking didn’t deserve her.

Her arms came around my neck, and she pressed herself to me. I pushed her back, shaking my head.

“I’m not letting you distract me.” I showed her the clamps. “I think we need to accessorize.”

She closed her eyes and let her face slack, waiting for the sting that preceded the pleasure.

Leaning forward, I laved and teased her sensitive nipple, making it hard and tight. Then, when she least expected it, I gave it a sharp pinch with my fingers before attaching the jeweled clamp.

Sophia gasped and cried out. Her nails dug into the skin of my forearm, causing a biting sting that had surely drawn blood.

I inspected my handy work and found myself mesmerized by the goddess before me. It was as if she’d lost herself in the pleasure-filled pain, mouth parted, exhaling shallow pants, her golden skin flushed with arousal. The beautiful stones hung from the tip of her breast, swaying back and forth.

This was the image to capture in a picture for my eyes only.

By the time I repeated the process on the other side, the tiny mewled sounds she made had me wanting to change all of my plans and just watch her come as I worked my cock in and out of her.

“Damon, I need you.”

“Soon. Right now, it’s time for the kiss of the crop.” Setting my hands over the diamond waistband of her thong, I turned her, letting her feel how much I wanted her. “Bend over and set your hands in the cuffs.”

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