Page 63 of Hushed

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

He chuckled. “You’re lucky you’ve been such a good girl tonight, and I’m dying to watch you come for me. Are you ready?”

Her eyes grew wide. Was he going to get her off while he was on his way to the freaking White House?

“I’m alone, babe, and the driver can’t see or hear me unless I push the button to get his attention.”

She blew out a long sigh. That was something, at least.

“You came in my mouth and sucked me off in a club full of people, this is unexpected.”

She laughed. “It’s different. You’re looking all hot and dressed up, and I’m not.”

“Are you comfortable showing me anything other than your face?”

She chewed her lip, then nodded. “Yes, Sir. You can see whatever you want.”

He hummed and winked at her, sending a little thrill through her.

“Strip for me.”

Her hands trembled as she set the phone on the table, leaning it against a decorative pillar candle. She stripped off her outfit in record time, and her face flamed as she saw herself in the thumbnail of her video screen. But she didn’t focus on that for too long because Gage was practically drooling over her. It was a mental struggle to keep from covering herself up.

“You are fucking perfect,” he said with a little growl in his voice.

“Thank you, Sir,” she murmured.

“Sit on the couch and pull your knees up and spread your thighs nice and wide. Give me an unobstructed view of that pretty cunt I’ve been teasing all night.”

Her heart hammered in her ears as she followed his instructions. The toy hummed to life again and she let out a loud groan.

“Good girl. You are so hot right now. Rub your clit for me and tell me about the thing you’re looking forward to trying most when I get back to New York.”

Letting her fingers drift to her pussy, she found her clit and rubbed in soft circles as she thought of everything she’d witnessed over the last several hours.

“That’s not an answer, little imp,” he said when she moaned.

She whimpered as the vibration increased and tried frantically to come up with an answer.

“Kenzie, you’re close to losing out on an orgasm tonight. If I have to hang up without letting you come, I’m going to show you what real orgasm denial looks like.”

She stopped her fingers and squeezed her eyes shut. “I want to explore my masochist side. So many things tonight involved some level of pain and I want to try more of it.”

He grinned in the darkened cab of the limo. “That’s a good girl. Lean over and check by the couch. I left the bag with the charger for your toy, but there’s something else in there for you.”

Curious, she scrambled for the bag and pulled a little box out of it. “Nipple clamps?” she asked wide-eyed.

He nodded. “Put them on.”

The silver clamps she pulled out looked wicked, and her nipples hardened as she examined them. The box said they were called clover clamps. Her research said they were some of the most painful nipple clamps because they squeezed tighter when you tugged on the chain that connected them.

There was a lot of resistance when she opened and closed the clamps a few times, which meant they were naturally tight. Her pussy clenched around the toy as she thought of how they might feel. Yep. She was definitely a masochist.

“Hurry up, babe.”

She rolled a nipple between her finger and thumb, and put the clamp on it, making sure to settle it behind her piercing. A hiss escaped as it bit into the sensitive flesh, and she almost noped out right then. But after a few seconds of blinding pain, it settled into an uncomfortable ache that somehow made her clit throb.

“Now the other one. You’re being such a good little pain slut for me,” he praised.

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