Page 19 of Accidentally Matched

Chapter Twelve

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Clothespins.

My nipples clench like they know what’s going to happen. My clit is screaming to be touched, but only my mind has some vague idea that this is going to hurt like a—

“Motherfucker,” I quake when Nolan clamps my nipple with the clothespin. Tears spring up in my eyes. It’s excruciating. The biting hot pain sends me out of my mind. I reach up, desperate to remove it. I made a mistake. This is not for me.

“Remove them, and they go on your clit,” Nolan says lazily as he puts the clothespin around my other nipple and releases his hold.

I cave inward. Volts of electricity charge through me. I’m sure I’m going to pass out.

This is crazy.

“I...” I sway to get away from him. The pain is ridiculous. Outrageous. Catastrophic.

“It’s not that bad,” Nolan says, while I question every decision I ever made. “Those pins are old. The spring hardly coils tight enough to warrant even half this reaction, Ms. Vaughn.”

“What? Are you insane? Are you absolutely insane? Have you ever had your nipples—”

He swings a chair around, flips up my dress, and pulls me closer to him. My freshly spanked butt burns with renewed vigor. Then he spreads my legs.

Oh, my god. He’ll still be able to see the evidence of Colter’s touch on me. I’m so wet, I could...

“Fucking hell, you’re still dripping. Drown my face, sweetheart,” Nolan says and devours me.

I squirm awkwardly on the top of the washing machine. My body thrashes, my spine turns to jelly, and I can’t keep myself sitting up anymore. I fold but also try desperately to escape Nolan’s mouth, doing things to me I can’t explain.

Everything is exacerbated by the blood-suspending, furnace-hot pinch on my nipples. I can’t take it anymore. But he quickly thwarts my attempts to remove them.

“Uh-uh, pretty girl. Now you just changed the game. The quicker you make yourself come on my face, the quicker I’ll remove the clothespins.”

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