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“Have I told you how much I adore this body?” Saul circled her, fingertips dragging over her exposed flesh as he paced around and around, leaving trails of warmth in their wake. “It’s made for me, isn’t it? Fits against mine perfectly in all the right places. Responds to my touch so beautifully. Takes my cock as though it’s been molded to the exact specifications.”
Her breath caught. This was the darkest she’d ever heard his voice, and it was doing despicable things to her body, sending it to war with itself. She craved that darkness as deeply as she hated it, yet she was already quivering with need.
“Look at these pretties,” he murmured, cupping the slight weight of her left breast in his palm, flicking his thumb back and forth over the peak until it beaded. “One day, I’ll adorn these with clamps and watch you writhe as your nipples harden into painful points. There’s pleasure in pain, little rabbit, and pain in pleasure. I’ll show you, one day.”
He stroked and circled, fondled and circled. Every sweep of his skin over hers was torture of the sweetest kind, and still he never stopped roaming around her.
She lost track of him, caught up in the endless circle, her eyes still shut. His presence was a blur in her head, a constant whirlwind of touch and scent, voice and rhythm. He was everywhere.
The tug of her boy shorts over her hips barely registered. For a few seconds, the fabric—warmed by her body—was a caress all of its own as it slithered down her legs to pool over her feet. Feet which shuffled further apart as a hand sought access between her thighs.
Fingers found her pussy, sinking deep and wrenching a moan from her throat.
“My good girl, so wet. I think we can do much better than this before I’m done with you tonight. Don’t move, don’t do anything but breathe,” he whispered in her ear. “Arms up, little rabbit, for a minute more.”
Metal clunked and clanked.
Velcro ripped.
Her heart beat strongly, anticipation throbbing in her blood.
“Lower your right arm, bunny. Hold out your hand.” When she obeyed, something soft wrapped snugly around her wrist. “These can be ripped off in a matter of seconds. They’ll hold you still, but you need to tell me if they feel too tight at any point. Numbness, tingling, coldness are all signs of discomfort, Caera. Do you understand?”
Oh yes, she did. She was anything but cold and numb, although there was quite a bit of tingling going on between her thighs. “I’ll tell you, Sir. I promise.”
“Good girl. Left hand now.”
When both wrists were encased in sheepskin, she flexed her hands. There was subtle pressure on the sensitive areas, so similar to the grasp of Saul’s fingers, it was like he was gripping her, anchoring her.
She rather liked it.
“Open your eyes, little rabbit.” His fingertips pressed against her lower back, spread out so his touch burned in five distinct spots. As she blinked her vision clear, he guided her forward carefully, letting her kick the boy shorts from around her feet. “Lay forward over the shelf and grab hold of the bar in front of you. Hold it tight.”
Caera shuffled up to the metal frame, swallowing hard as she folded herself over onto the leather. A tiny hiss escaped between her teeth as the chill seeped into her bare stomach, her breasts, teasing her nipples.
She was desperately aware that the position left her completely exposed.
Saul appeared before her, draping two chains over the bar near her white-knuckled hands. He kissed the bridge of her knuckles, left then right, and smiled at her. “You’re doing very well, Caera. I’m not going to restrain you just yet, but I am going to take a great deal of pleasure in stretching open your tiny asshole.” He ran his fingers through her hair. “Do not let go of the bar. I’ve got you.”
God, she hoped so. She was on the brink of spiraling apart, and if he didn’t have her safely in his control, she might just fly off in the wrong direction. Her breath was short, her chest tight, but looking into his eyes, it didn’t matter.
“Color?”
“Green.”
“All right, then we’ll continue.” He rose, giving her a reassuring sweep of his palm over her head, then vanished from sight.
The muscles in her back and thighs trembled as she waited for a sign. The background noise of the club began to filter in, masking any trace of his footsteps. She tried to block it, to silence the intrusion so she could focus only on what was happening here, but a woman’s plaintive cry shattered any attempt at falling back into the bubble.
“Scared little rabbit,” Saul hummed, running his hand up her spine, down again. Up, down, up down, until those tense muscles relaxed with a sigh. “There. Good girls don’t need to be afraid.” The next pass of his hand didn’t stop at the base of her spine. It brushed over her raised ass, continuing down to reclaim her pussy. “Come when you like, Caera.”
He speared her roughly, shoving two fingers inside her without hesitation, bringing her up onto her toes. As she cried out, he pumped them in and out of her wetness, setting a pace that was so contrary to his gentle manner, she almost came from the bite of discomfort.
She gripped the bar tighter, her arms stretched ahead, the metal growing slick with her sweat. Her body was a furnace, radiating heat in waves, pulsing beneath her skin. If she wasn’t careful, her tank would be empty before the night had barely started.
Clamping down on him, she groaned, enjoying the flutter of her inner muscles sucking on his fingers, frantically trying to milk them for what her body demanded. It didn’t last long. Saul twisted and plunged, stroked and curled, until she was on the verge of exploding.
Something clicked, then cold dribbled down between her cheeks. Her hips jerked, but she couldn’t dislodge the insistent press of his thumb against her anus. Riding his hand, she was helpless to do anything but aid him in violating her back passage, her own movements rocking her back onto the thick digit seeking entrance.
