Page 122 of Big Daddy Christmas
It was curiosity more than fear wending its way through her body now as she shifted her gaze to his face. She’d known enough businessmen in her life to recognize when someone had a decent poker face.
Master O, she was realizing with more than a little annoyance, had an excellent poker face. Other than those few flashes of that elusive something she’d seen in his eyes a few times so far, he hadn’t really given her much to go on. She knew he was going to enjoy hurting her, but other than that, she had no clue what was going on behind those agate eyes.
And he didn’t give her much more to go on as he latched the first clamp onto her nipple. Much like when he’d squeezed a moment ago, there was a dull ache, nothing she couldn’t handle. Nothing she wouldn’t enjoy if he left it there while he ate her out.
“How’s that?”
“Good. It’s more pressure than pain.”
A hint of a smile curved his lips, and she thought she caught a flash of approval in his eyes, but other than that he was still an infuriatingly blank canvas. “Let’s get the other one on and then we can try tightening them up a bit.”
Gentle, lovely pleasure coursed through her as he repeated the process, playing with her unadorned breast until he’d worked her nipple to a hard peak before attaching the second clamp.
Straightening, he raked his gaze over her, and for a moment, just a moment, she saw beneath the mask. Saw a hunger that matched her own, and for the first time in her life she understood the women who wielded their sexuality with power rather than shame. To have a man, a rich, powerful man—because he was certainly all those things, whoever he really was behind the moniker he’d given her—look at her like she was the last drop of water in the desert and he was dying of thirst was a powerful fucking feeling.
And she wanted more.
Shifting now, she arched her back, putting her breasts more on display. The movement tugged at her nipples, sending little jolts of pleasure straight to her clit.
But she wasn’t the only one affected. Master O jerked his gaze back to her face, and again she got a glimpse of who he was beneath the sophisticated mask.
A monster, he’d said.
And she thought he might be right.
There was no fear, though. Any anxiety she’d had over submitting to him had long since fled. Now, all she felt was that rush of power.
“Are you going to hurt me, Daddy?”
She might not feel afraid, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t put on a show. So she let her voice shake just a bit, let her bottom lip tremble.
And was rewarded with another flash of that raw, naked hunger in his eyes.
“I am. Let’s see how tight we can get those clamps before you scream.”
Oh, shit. Now some of that fear from earlier did come rushing back as he leaned in again, crowding her just like before as he reached for one clamp, giving the knob on the side a single, slow turn.
The pressure increased, enough to draw a low hiss from her lips as that dull pain became a deeper ache.
“Color?”
“Green, Sir.”
A soft hum as he twisted the knob on the opposite breast and her pussy spammed with need. Maybe she was a masochist after all, because it hurt, it really, really did, but clearly her body was confusing that pain with pleasure.
“Another, then,” he said softly, giving the first clamp another turn.
Now the pain turned sharp, and she let out a shocked gasp. “Oh! Oh, fuck that hurts!”
“Deep breath for me, princess. In through your nose and out through your mouth.” She obeyed, and was rewarded with another of those half-smiles. “Good girl. Now, what color are you?”
Red. The word trembled on her tongue, but she forced herself to drag in another breath, to give herself a moment to really focus on the pain before she answered.
And was surprised to find it wasn’t actually as bad as she’d first thought. It still hurt, more than she’d expected, but it wasn’t unbearable.
“Green.” When he raised an eyebrow in clear disbelief, she rolled her eyes. “Kind of a lime green at first, but it’s better now. Really.”
“Hmm. All right. Perhaps we should leave it there, then.”
