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“Turn around, pet.”

Fuck. Every time he called her that, her pussy clenched. She wanted to be his pet. His toy. His little slut. His good girl.

Following his order, she got into position and felt the corset shift as he loosened the laces. Ashley sighed as the tight constriction fell away, taking in a deep breath.

“Hands up,” he murmured, brushing her hair to the side and pressing a hot kiss to the back of her neck that made her bite her lip against a moan.

The corset slid up and away, and by the time she dropped her arms, his hands had already slid underneath them and were moving up her stomach to cup her breasts. His mouth returned to the back of her neck, pressing more hot kisses along her skin. She gasped as his fingers closed around her soft breasts, seeking out her nipples to pinch. Arching her back, she could feel his erection throbbing against her ass, and she covered his hands with her own.

“No, put your hands behind my neck,” he ordered.

Ashley whimpered as she complied. The position left her completely open to his fondling, his pinching fingers. The pleasure-pain of having her nipples pinched, pulled, and twisted zinged through her, heating her insides.

With her hands behind his head, he took full advantage, twisting her buds hard enough to make her cry out as he rocked his hips against her ass. Cupping her breasts, he squeezed them hard, soft flesh spilling out from between his fingers. She gasped, shuddered, and leaned back against him for support as her insides pulsed with hot need.

There was no hesitation in his touch, no concern that what he was doing might be too much for her. It was rough and hard, and every part of her being responded to it with pure arousal. This was what she’d been wanting. Craving. This was the rough touch she’d ached for since their encounter at the wedding.

This was the addiction that had taken hold of her body.

“Sir!” She didn’t know what else to call him. Mr. Black would have been hot, but she didn’t want to remind him of who theywere to each other. Lincoln felt… too intimate. So she went with the honorific. And somehow, that made her even hotter.

“Yes, pet?” His teeth scraped over her shoulder, and she gasped, her thighs pressing together as heat flooded her pussy. She was dripping so much cream into her underwear, she could feel the wet fabric, uncomfortable and yet arousing.

“Please…” She didn’t know what she was asking for. She just knew she needed relief. Her breasts and nipples were aching, but it wasn’t enough.

“Let go of me and turn around. Keep your fingers laced behind your head.”

Exposed. Vulnerable.

Her heart was pounding in her chest as she turned to face him, her breasts thrust out. Dark-pink and hard, her nipples stood at attention after his ministrations, begging for more, even though what she really needed was his touch on her pussy.

“Beautiful,” he murmured, his gaze sweeping over her. Ashley would have melted into a little puddle in that moment if she could have. “Hold still, pet. I have some jewelry for you.” Bending down, he rummaged through the bag at their feet, before standing with silver clips with little green beads dangling from them in his hands.

“Are those nipple clamps?” Ashley’s eyes widened. “Um, Sir?” She tacked on the last word when he looked up at her, one eyebrow raised, a sadistic smile curving his lips.

“They are. Have you worn nipple clamps before, pet?”

Ashley shook her head. Her mouth had gone dry. They were supposed to hurt, she knew that, and with her nipples already tormented and sensitive, she wasn’t entirely sure what to expect… but she suddenly wanted to know. Even if it did hurt, she would take it for him. She knew that.

Cupping her left breast, he hefted it and ran his thumb over the turgid nipple.

“Your safeword is ‘red’ to stop. ‘Yellow’ if you need me to slow down.” His gaze caught hers. Held it in a hypnotic demand.

Ashley felt like prey caught in a predator’s gaze, unable to look away, even knowing she was about to be devoured.

“Yes, Sir.”

He closed the clamp around her nipple, and Ashley shrieked, going up on her toes. Fuck, that hurt! She started to move her arms, but her hands grabbed hold of each other at the last second. Panting for breath, the initial harsh sting slowly subsided to a duller ache. Tears had sparked in her eyes after she’d closed them without thinking. Opening them, she met his gaze.

“Good girl. I like seeing you take the pain for me.”

His voice was a croon that went down into her core. Her pussy quivered.

“Now the next one.”

Part of her wanted to protest, but the other part of her wanted to be evened out. One nipple throbbing horribly in the confines of the clamp made her feel off balance. Asymmetrical. Leaving one off would be a harsher punishment than the physical pain. The mental torture would drive her nuts.

Sucking in a breath, she managed not to cry out as he clamped her right nipple. Just like the first one, it hurt horribly at first, then her body adjusted. Now both sides hurt, which made her feel a little better.

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