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She wanted to see what was hidden underneath those clothes. He turned his back, blocking her view of what he was doing. A few seconds later, the scent of alcohol filled the room. Was he cleaning something?
When her nerves got to her, she couldn’t resist talking. “Am I ever going to get to see you without a shirt on? Or maybe without your pants?” The second question was under her breath, but she thought he had heard her.
Hannibal’s chuckle was menacing. “Oh my naughty little Jewel, all you ever had to do was ask.”
He shrugged out of his leather vest, folded it, and placed it on the shelf next to him. Then, in a move sexy men everywhere have perfected, he reached behind him and pulled his Henley off in a single motion. Her mouth went dry at the site that was revealed.
Skin the color of brown sugar covered muscles that could win bodybuilding contests around the country. Blackwork tattoos sprawled from his shoulders and disappeared down into his pants. Most of them were so intricate she wanted to spend hours studying them up close.
Spirals of blacks and reds formed a skull with the angel wings and flames across his chest. Each feather looked like it could curl up and take flight right off of his chest. Two silver rings glinted from his nipples and she wanted to take them into her mouth and play with them.
She licked her lips at the thought. On his arm was a Ranger tattoo as well as the Dark Sons’ name in Gothic letters in a banner above it.
“I love how you’re looking at me. Like you want nothing more than to get your hands on me.”
She still couldn’t tell what Hannibal had in his hands other than the cuffs dangling by a short chain.
“I do want to get my hands on you. I want to trace every line and curve of your body with my tongue.”
“Now, I think I can arrange that.” Hannibal put something in his pocket and clipped the cuffs to a belt loop before striding over to her. Her body hummed in anticipation of getting her hands on him. She reached out and her fingers brushed over the V dip of muscles that disappeared into his pants. “But not tonight,cher. Not tonight.”
Hannibal gripped her hands and pulled her up to her feet, spinning her around until her back met his front. Her thoughts swirled with the quick motion and her breath caught in her chest.
“Hannibal, what are you doing?”
He had her wrists pulled up behind her back. The pressure pulled her up to her toes.
“Ah, it’s a pity we couldn’t have had a sweet night exploring each other’s bodies instead of me punishing you.” His tone didn’t sound like he was disappointed. “I think you’ve already forgotten all the lessons Ink taught you back at your office. When we’re here like this–” His arm wrapped around her chest and pinned her close. “What do you call me?”
Memories of them in her office collided with the here and now. The muscles in her thighs trembled and her pussy started dripping with excitement.
“I’m sorry. What are you doing, Sir?” His grip around her chest loosened, and soft leather closed around her wrists. The sound of Velcro punctuating the action as the restraints tightened around her wrists.
“That’s better. Did you already forget that you’re gonna get punished?”
She had forgotten. But really, was it her fault he was being so sexy and distracting? “Sorry, Sir. What’s going to be my punishment?”
The pressure on her wrists released. In reflex, she tried to pull her hands forward. The cold chain bit into her back as the leather cuffs kept her hands where they were. The chain between her wrists was short, but not so tight that the position put an uncomfortable strain on her shoulders.
His body pressed up against hers. The skin of his torso was hot against her bare back. She groaned. The hard length of him pressed against her bound hands. It felt so big.
“Ink and I have different philosophies when it comes to punishments. Now, I don’t mind turning a beautiful ass a lovely shade of red if I have to. But I prefer more creative punishments.”
His hands stroked up her stomach and cupped under her breasts. The cool metal of a chain slid against her skin. She looked down. In his hand was what she could only guess was a set of nipple clamps.
Her clit pulsed in anticipation, her nipples contracting to tight points in excitement. She had never tried clamps because it always seemed wrong to try it in her solo explorations. That didn’t mean they didn’t feature in many of her late night fantasies.
Hannibal pinched her nipples. His fingers twisted and rotated them, sending jolts of pleasure shooting through her and down to her clit
“Take a deep breath in.” She followed his instruction that rumbled through her chest.
The tight pinch of the first clamp forced out a gasp as it bit down onto her nipple. An intense shock of pain morphed into a throbbing pleasure. She swore she could feel her heartbeat at the captured point.
“Oh God,” she cried out as he put the second clamp on. She didn’t know if she wanted to push into the pain or pull back from it. It was like the sparks of pleasure were overriding any clear thought in her brain. The metal chain hung like a weight between the two clamps. He gave the metal a gentle tug, and she screamed her pleasure as a lightning bolt of ecstasy shot straight through her nerves.
“I think you like that.”
“Oh God, yes. So much.”
