Page 34 of Captive

Kane's long fingers brush apart the panels of the sheer fabric. My exposed breasts pucker in response and ache to be teased and pinched. His hand lifts over me. In the golden glow, I see a silver clip, a shiny clamp. A chain hangs from the clip and attaches to a matchingclip.

One arm is still tethered to the bed, holding me captive to his whims. Kane watches me, waiting for my reaction as he squeezes open the clip and lowers it to my erect nipple. I suck in a breath and am internally debating what my reaction should be. I'm tense with fear at the pain it will bring and yet strangely excited for the same reason. The metal of the clip is cold. I flinch before holding perfectly still in anticipation. I curl my fists at the intense pinch as the clip tightens around my nipple. It's the ultimate tease, the perfectly exquisite feeling that sits right at the line between erotic pleasure andpain.

I cry out faintly as Kane tugs on the chain, increasing the sweet torture a little more. It seems his magic nectar has electrified every nerve ending in my body. Every touch spreads instantly through me and swirls directly to the new center of my universe, mypussy.

Kane strokes his fingertips over the skin of my stomach with one hand as he attaches the second clip to the nipple that has been waiting patiently for the same attention. He gives the chain a little tug. I arch my back to move with it, afraid to let the pain increase. All the while, enjoying the sensations each tugproduces.

Kane's shirt has fallen open more exposing the deep hollow at the base of his throat, his muscular chest and the line of dark hair that leads down below hispants.

His hands smooth along the curves of my breasts while the clips bite at my nipples. "Well, Sweet Sin, how does thatfeel?"

The nickname he's derived from my cinnamon coloring makes me feel desirable and wanton. Even though it would have raised Detective Tennyson's hackles, I don't hateit.

"I don't understand." My voice has a slightly grainy quality. "Why am I enjoying it somuch?"

His slight smile borders on proud. "The nectar unleashes your inner desires and allows you to enjoy things your inhibitions would have told you tohate."

"It scares me as much as it thrills me." All my deepest thoughts seem to be rolling off mylips.

He tugs the chain a little harder, causing more exquisite pain. But the true ache is between my legs. I instinctively spread my legs, encouraging attentionbelow.

Kane takes the invite and lets his hand drift to the triangle of fabric. It's a small insignificant barrier between his touch and my pussy, but I silently curse it for being there. My legs spread farther, causing a low, deep groan to roll up from Kane's chest. He seems surprised by his reaction. For the first time, I see him lightlyflustered.

He gets up quickly from the bed. I have to keep myself from begging him to return. How fucking insane is that, I think with mild terror. I want this stranger, the man who could very likely have killed three people, to come back to the bed, climb between my legs and fuck me until the bed cracks against the thick plasterwalls.

I turn to watch him. He moves with incredible grace across the floor and picks up a softly upholstered wedge from the recess in the wall. He carries it to the bed and places it in the middle of the mattress. His jaw seems tense as if he's angry about something. His blue eyes remind me ofice.

"Have I done something wrong?" There's a slight waver in myvoice.

Some of the chill in his expression melts. "Sweet Sin, I can only fault you for being too damn enticing." He walks around to the bed and unhooks my cuff from the post. I rub my tingling hand before placing it in the hand Kane is offeringme.

His palm is cool and smooth. His grasp is more than firm as he takes hold of my hand and leads me on my knees to the tall side of the wedge. He reaches under my arm and tugs the nipple chain forward. I gasp at the sharp sensations and follow his hand. My upper body is resting along the downside of the wedge, effectively pushing my ass high in the air. I'm vaguely aware that my wrists are being fastened to the front of the wedge, securing me in an ultra vulnerable position. The nipple clips press into the tender flesh as my breasts push against the wedge. A blindfold is tied around my eyes, blinding me from his movements. Everything about it should frighten me. Instead, my body pulses with anticipation of what will comenext.

The music turns on. Led Zeppelin is strumming through my brain taking me on an almost hallucinogenic trip that is so erotically charged I nearly come without being touched at all. A shuddering gasp leaves my lips as I feel the bed move under his weight. The fabric of his pants rubs my naked thigh. I quickly suppress the disappointment at discovering he is stillclothed.

His hand runs sensually along my bare back, stopping at the tiny strap holding together the panties. One tug and they fall away. The only way I can sense his position is by the movement on the mattress. He's behind me now. Even through the drumbeat of the Zeppelin song, I can hear his shallow, fast breaths. Suddenly, without me realizing he's doing it, a rod has been placed between my feet keeping them far apart. Cool air laps at the hot moisture pooling between my legs. My clit is raw with wanting to be stroked, to feel the teasing pleasure that my nipples are experiencing. My head swims from the position I'm in and from being taken to the pinnacle of arousal. I bite my lip to keep from pleading for him to satisfy me. Something tells me he'd take too much pleasure from my pleas and delay it just to prolong myagony.

Longing to be satisfied, I squirm to feel the upholstered wedge against my pussy. His hand comes down on my ass with a sharp slap to stop me. "Patience, Sweet Sin. Remember, this is explorationnight."

His large hands spread my ass wide. I suck in a sharp gasp as he pushes in a warm lubricated butt plug. I'm no prude by any stretch, but it's the first time I've experienced it. I clench against it at first and it slips out. Another sharp slap makes me cry out. Not with pain but with the need to be spanked again. He pushes the plug in firmly. I push my ass higher wantingmore.

"Please." I hear the word and can hardly believe it's my ownvoice.

Somewhere behind me, I hear the pulsating sound of a vibrator. Tears pool in my eyes at the thought of being taken to orgasm. I'm so far along, it will only take a mere touch. The soft malleable tip of the sex toy presses against my clit, cradling it with a vibrating arm as the long, thick stem of it slides into my pussy. The ecstasy is instant and intense. I scream out in pleasure. I clutch the corners of the wedge for something to hold onto as the waves roll through mybody.

The orgasm has barely slowed when Kane pushes the toy in again. As if he has an internal map of my body he presses it firmly over my g-spot. The explosion starts again. I'm so breathless my screams have turned to whimpers. My pussy convulses around the toy as my ass grabs hold of the plug. After the third orgasm, I'm crying and exhausted and want nothing more than to curl up in a strong pair of arms. Maddox's arms. The thought penetrates the fog in my head, clear asday.

Kane mercifully removes the vibrator. It takes minutes for my pulse and breathing to slow and my body to stoptrembling.

I collapse over the wedge and half expect him to just leave me there, a crumpled, shivering shell of a woman. He releases my wrists and takes away the rod so my feet are free. The blindfold comes off next. It's done with a gentleness that is in full contrast to moments ago when he threw my body into a long marathon of mindblowingorgasms.

The music quiets to something more mellow. I feel myself growing heavy with a deeply satisfiedexhaustion.

Absently, I reach back to pull the plug from my ass, but his firm grasps circles my arm, stopping myprogress.

"Leave it," he commands with noexplanation.

I try and lift my weak body from the wedge. I'm pleased when he lifts me and rolls me into his arms. My limbs and neck are limp like a rag doll's as I curl against him. My shoulder brushes against the smooth skin on his chest. It occurs to me it's the first time I've actually touchedhim.

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