Page 25 of A New Year's Toy

“Nola.” His tone is smooth, his words are too. Just for this brief moment. “If at any time your nipples go numb, you tell me. You hear? I won’t enjoy this evening a fraction less if you said your safeword at any point.”

“I’ll say red.”

“Good girl.”

He resumes adjusting the clips. His brow furrows, his concentration ever so sexy. I raise my hips, seeking the barest friction. None of the strong features of his face twitch when he pins me back to the mattress.

“Alistair.”

“What did I say?” His methods of rousing my other nipple are harsher—smacking, twisting it between punishing fingers. “Not a single word.”

The other clamp is adjusted to my nipple. The metal of the chain begins to adjust to my body heat. A steady pulse drums from my nipples across my body, and the word please aches to leave my lips.

Alistair studies me a second longer. I give him nothing.

Nodding, he gets up to walk to the sofa behind him. He drapes his suit jacket on it, turning back to me, rolling up his sleeves, revealing strong, veiny forearms.

“These aren’t the only clamps Avryll surprised you with.”

I shake my head.

He lowers to retrieve a bottle of warming lube and another box from the bag. This one is long and rectangular and I can see through the box. I gauge the clit clamp sitting inside it, as the toy we haven’t used yet, swallowing hard.

“That fear.” The ruler of my heart crawls back up holding the device in his hand. “It belongs to me. You know why?”

“Why?”

The rubber tip of the clamp slips across my bottom lip. Alistair lets the clamp pinch it, then tugs on it, revealing my bottom gums.

“Because you’re mine. I’m the one who delivers your pain with care. I’m the one who drives pleasure into this beautiful soul. You’re my love, my soulmate. No one, not one person in this entire fucking universe will take you and this from me.”

My eyes tear up. Equal, intense, and out-of-this-world love reflects from me too.

“I don’t think you’ll ever get what your tears do to me.” He releases my lip, probing the device into my mouth. “Now, open up. Give me your tongue.”

The slight panic taking over me must show on my face like an SOS sign.

“Never gonna cause you damage, Nola,” he reassures me, knowing I feared him clamping my tongue.

And I believe him. My tongue darts out, accepting the clamp into my mouth. The rubbery taste should disgust me, but it doesn’t. Gazing up at Alistair, at his darkened eyes, I’m eager to do anything.

“Suck on it.” The top of the clamp presses onto my tongue a little tighter. “When it locks down on your pussy, I want your spit and mine on it. As if the both of us are kissing your clit. Together.”

It’s so fucking dirty, but God, does it turn me on. My skin prickles all over, and I suck on the clamp enthusiastically. A minute, two, or an eternity pass while he looks deep into my eyes and I use all the saliva within me to dampen the new toy.

“That’s enough.” He pulls it out, drawing back from me.

I miss his warmth the second he’s gone.

Thankfully, he doesn’t leave me wanting for long.

He closes the clamp on the chain of the nipple clamps, lowering himself to the bed. His mouth is on my aching mound, fulfilling his promise to have his saliva on it too. He’s straining my nipples, tugging on the chain of the nipple clamps while sucking on my clit, just to drive me even wilder.

A success. A mind-blowing, epic success.

“Oh, my God.”

My raised hands clutch at the pillows above me. Alistair hasn’t permitted me to release them. I want more of this, I want to come. And for that to happen, I know I have to be good. Really, really good.

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