Page 92 of Dr. Bad Boy

He reaches out and grazes his knuckles over my nipples. “Beautiful. And all mine. And there’s his evil grin. It has a direct line to my clit, making it throb. Reaching into his front pocket, he pulls out a pair of tweezer clamps and dangles them in front of me. My nipples are well acquainted with Max and tweezer clamps, although instead of being connected by a chain, these ones have bells on the end.

He doesn’t waste any time putting them on. “So pretty. Too tight?”

He knows they are, and he knows I like that. The pinch shoots straight to my clit and with any movement I’ll continue to feel distracting tugs. “Yes, Max.”

And there’s that evil grin again. “Excellent. Just want I want to hear.”

He leads me to the spanking bench and helps me up. I'm so excited to try this out.

I've read about how when subs are on the spanking bench, they can totally let go. I want that. And already it feels wonderful. My whole body is supported, and restrained. I’m free to fly.

Except I’m not free. I keep catching movement out of the corner of my eye and I find it distracting.

“Let’s get you ready, kitten,” Max croons in my ear. I slowly lower my torso onto the main part of the bench. It’s narrower than my body, and my breasts hang over each side. The bells on the end of the clamps aren’t particularly heavy, but gravity takes its toll.

Once my arms and legs are settled on the lower rests, Max fastens cuffs around my wrists and ankles, then clips them to the bench.

“I need a Yellow if the cuffs are too tight or a green if they’re good,”

“Green, Max.”

“Excellent. Tonight, I’d like you to wear a blindfold. There’s a lot going on, and I want your undivided attention. Red or green, Violet?”

Blindfolding is new, but I trust Max, and I want to please him.

“Green.”

He leans down and gently kisses my lips. “Thank you, kitten.” Then my world goes black as he slips the blindfold over my eyes.

It’s disorienting at first, but as I relax into it, I find I like it. Max trails a finger down my spine. Then there are sharp nips along the side of my neck. I fight to remain silent. I love it when he bites me, but I’m still very aware we’re not alone

A quick tug on the clamps and there’s a trail of fire blazing from my nipples straight to my clit. A low moan escapes my throat. I love it when he does mean things to my nipples even more.

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I’ve workedher over nicely. She’s been on the spanking bench for the better part of half an hour. And now her ass is a gorgeous rosy-red and when I remove the blindfold, her eyes are glassy and unfocused.

So fucking beautiful. Violet, always, but subspace Violet…I don’t know what I did to deserve such perfection, but I know I’m going to do whatever it takes to keep her.

I didn’t go easy on her tonight, but I resisted making her scream—in pain or ecstasy—because she’d be embarrassed. It’s not the kind of humiliation that works for her, and there are newbies in the room, and I sure as fuck didn’t want one of them interfering and ruining Violet’s scene.

I lay a soft blanket over her back while I release her wrists and ankles. As soon as she’s free I lift her from the bench and carry her to the sofa where I settle her in my lap.

Lachlan is on the ball and comes over with a bottle of water and some chocolate. He’s a little curt, and I suspect it’s because Beth is here.

“I need you to drink some water, kitten.” I hold the bottle for her while she takes a few sips. “Would you like some chocolate?”

She nods and I press a square to her lips. She’s still there enough to take my finger tips into her mouth with the chocolate. That goes straight to my long-suffering erection— the part of me wants to bend her over the arm of the couch and fuck her until neither of us can walk.

Instead I hold her close nuzzling her neck and focusing on other scenes going on. This is exactly why I wanted to play with Violet early—so she wouldn’t be influenced by what others were doing and end up more nervous.

Corrine is kneeling, waiting while her Dom, Parker, sets up his equipment and Lachlan wipes down the spanking bench. To see Corrine on the ice, you’d never think she had a submissive bone in her body, yet here she is, naked and kneeling, looking completely at peace.

As soon as Lachlan is finished with the bench, Parker helps Corrine up onto it. No restraints—he goes straight to the paddle. He starts off with quick light taps, warming her up before he starts packing a whollop.

The first really hard whack gets virtually no reaction. Corrine is silent and her only movement is clenching butt cheeks.

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