Page 30 of Taming Her

“A nipple clamp. A sure way to give you something to concentrate on while I’m gone. Mean little buggers, these ones, should have you squirming for the entire hour. You won’t be bored at all.”

“What? You can’t do that… I…”

“Your body is mine, that’s the agreement. And rather than thinking about leaving here, when staying is the best thing for you, or having a root around to find a drink, I’ll leave you with something else on your mind, or rather, on your nipples.”

His brow furrowed in concentration as he tugged her right nipple long, then set the cold metal around it. “Get ready, this will hurt.”

A harsh pressure clamped her nipple. “Ouch!” She bucked upward and twisted her hips. “Griff!”

“Keep still.” He loomed over her as he tightened the clamp.

She held her breath, pain heating her entire breast. It was too much.

“Nearly done.” He studied her face. “How is it?”

“Take it off.” The heat was spreading up her neck, to her brow, her scalp. “It’s sore.”

“It’s on a low setting, I’ve been kind. I’m guessing this is your first time being clamped.”

“Yes… it’s my first time.” She was panting. “Fuck, Griff, you were right, you are a kinky bastard these days.”

“I haven’t even started.” He reached into the drawer and pulled out a second clamp. Obviously thinking her other nipple wasn’t hard enough now, he took it into his mouth, kissing and sucking gently.

The sensations in her left breast were at war with those in her right. Pleasure mixed with the pain and she closed her eyes and moaned.

And then it was there, the second wicked clamp tightening.

She peeled her eyes open and stared at her poor nipple point being squeezed and flattened to look like the other one.

The pain wasn’t as much of a surprise this time, but that didn’t detract from it. “Oh… oh… no… please.”

“Hush, Ava, this is nothing compared to the abuse you put your body through.”

“I don’t damn well do this to myself.”

“No, that’s my job now.” He sat up, his palms cupping the outer edges of her breasts and holding them together. “Very pretty.” He smiled. “They suit you.”

She gritted her teeth and glared at him.

He chuckled. “Thirty spanks and counting, at this rate your bottom will be reddened again before nightfall.”

She wanted to tell him to go fuck himself. Who the hell did he think he was? But harnessed to a bed and clamped put her at a definite disadvantage. She’d wait until the right moment to tell him exactly what she thought.

“One more thing.” He released her breasts.

She gasped when the weight of the clamps shifted, dragging on her poor tortured nipples.

Once more he reached into the drawer. He pulled out a slim, finger-sized vibrator. “Because I’m feeling kind.”

“What the hell?”

He ignored her and pulled the elastic waist of her sweats from her flesh and slipped his big hand between her legs. He inserted the cool vibrator in one quick, smooth movement.

“Oh…” It was small and delicate, nothing compared to his big cock the night before.

“Ready?” he asked.

Ready for what?

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