by L. DuBois
James held the clamps up so she could see them. They were circular, with small balls on the tips, the bells hanging from one-inch chains that dangled from the bottom.
“These are custom-made,” James said. “You have to adjust them with a jeweler’s screwdriver rather than a built-in screw. Give me your hand, palm up.”
She did, and he laid one of the clamps on her palm. It was warm from the heat of his hand.
He held the second up so she could see it, gently grasped the edges, and pulled. It was only then that she saw the tiny break on the underside, and a small spring that allowed it to open. When he released it, the circle closed, but not all the way. There was a quarter inch between the balls.
He was going to put that on her, let it pinch down on her nipple, while the bell dangled from the chain. She was both excited and terrified.
“You’re breathing hard,” he murmured.
She held her breath.
He chuckled and tapped her ribs. “Breathe, Christiana.”
She exhaled. “Yes, Sir.”
“Now for the fun part. Preparing these sweet nipples.” He tapped each with the clamp he held, then set it in her palm with its mate.
James cupped her breasts, pressing them together, and then bent his head. Her breasts weren’t quite large enough for him to take both nipples in his mouth at the same time, but when he flicked the right one with his tongue, his cheek rubbed against the left nipple. Hot breath fanned over her saliva-damp skin, and the mixture of hot and cold was a delicious sensation, but not nearly as wonderful as when he took her nipple between his lips and tugged, then sucked until her nipple was drawn in to his mouth, between the hard edges of his teeth.
Her pussy and ass clenched, the plug a thick reminder of her submission. She could feel her heartbeat in her sex as her body heated and throbbed with arousal. Her legs were spread wide, and it would be easy, so easy, for him to slip a hand between them and into her pussy, or better yet for him to undo his pants, free his cock, and then she could sink down onto him, take him into her pussy the way she’d taken him in her mouth.
Her nipple popped from his mouth and he barked, “Stop.”
She froze, one hand palm up, holding the clamps. The other was resting on his crotch, fingers closed loosely around his cock.
“I did not give you permission to touch me, Christiana.” His face was hard, stern. All hint of teasing was gone.
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
“Move your hand.”
She yanked it away, laying it on her thigh.
He plucked the clamps from her palm and laid them on the arm of the chair. “Stand up.”
“I’m sorry, Sir.”
“I said stand up.”
Shit. He was angry. Or disappointed. Or both.
She wiggled her legs free, standing before him, naked and nervous.
He raised a brow and she spread her legs, laced her fingers together behind her head, and lowered her gaze.
“Our time is running out, and now we’ll have to dedicate some time for what might have been pleasure to punishment.”
Her stomach knotted and tears welled in her eyes. “I’m so sorry, Sir. I didn’t even realize I was doing it. I just wanted—”
“You wanted?”
She closed her mouth. She was making this worse.
“I expect you to tell me what you want. That’s part of being honest, but you do not get to act on it. I decide when and if I want you to touch me. I decide when and how I want to touch you. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.”
He raised her chin, and the tears that had welled in her eyes spilled. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered.
His gaze softened. “Ah, my sweet Christiana. Your desire is wonderful and compelling.”
“But you’re angry.”
“I’m not angry, but I’m going to do what we both know is needed.”
She fervently wished she knew what that was, but if she were who she pretended to be, she would know.
Christiana lowered her gaze, not wanting him to see her ignorance. Her tears dried as she took a deep breath and then said, “Yes, Sir.”
“I have something that I think you’ll enjoy.”
“Enjoy?”
He laughed. “Fair enough, I was lying, and I promised you honesty. You’re going to hate this, and maybe love it, but it will be a punishment. Bend over the back of the chair.”
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