Page 31 of Taming Her

He flicked a switch then withdrew his hand. Her waistband snapped back into place.

A pulsing vibration filled her pussy, spreading upward and outward. Her inner muscles fluttered and clamped around the invasion.

Why the hell am I wet?

“Squeeze your legs together.” He gripped her outer thighs, pressing them close. “And keep it in, the entire time I’m out.”

“And… if I don’t…?” Damn it, her body barely felt like hers. Her flesh was alive with a cacophony of sensations. Her breasts ached, her nipples stung, and her pussy was needy.

“If it slips out, that’s twenty spanks, which will put you at fifty and they will be delivered at sunset.” He stood and placed his hands on his hips. “See you in an hour, Ava. I’m sure I’ve solved your ‘being bored’ problem.”

“You can’t leave me like this.” She was panting. Her cheeks were hot.

“I can, and I will.” He nodded, his expression serious. “And with every pulse of the vibrator, tug of the clamps I want you to admit to yourself that I’m in charge of you now. Your body, your mind, your future is mine until you are able to make sensible life choices for yourself.”

“You’re a goddamn—”

“Dom.” He leaned down, his nose almost touching hers. “I’m a dom whowillhave you submit to me, Ava. Youwillobey me and bow to my every command. It is the only way forward for you and you should be ashamed that you let it get to this point.”

She stared into his dark eyes, hers were misting, her focus blurred.

“And that.” He straightened. “Is something else you can think about while I’m gone.”

Chapter 7

Griff strode from the room, pulling the door closed with a slam.

“Griff!” Ava lifted her head and her shoulders rose from the bed. “Ow, shit.” The clamps had been dragged down by gravity, hauling on her poor nipples. “Fuck.”

She squeezed the vibrator; the damn thing had slipped a little. Pressing her thighs together, she rested back on the pillow and tried to sag onto the bed. The clamps were relentless, sharp and callous and so damn rigid. Why the hell had he had to put them on so tight?

She closed her eyes. Breathed in slowly, then out on a sigh, trying to steady her heart rate. Adrenaline was pumping around her body.

A car engine started, then the tires crunched over the gravel driveway.

Silence descended, for a moment, then she became aware of the birds singing outside. The window was open, the curtain wafting slightly in the breeze.

It was blackbird song, she was sure of it.

Continuing to breathe slowly and carefully, legs clamped together to hold in the relentless vibrations, she separated the sound of another bird, a nuthatch, cheeping every fifteen seconds or so. Perhaps if she worked out how many cheeps in an hour she’d be able to keep track of the time, console herself as the punishment—for that’s what it felt like—came to an end and Griff returned.

Dom.

Who the fuck does he think he is?

Her belly tensed, the vibrator tempting more slickness from her and in turn threatening to fall out if she so much as tilted her hips. It could easily slip down into the material of her sweats.

And then she’d be in for a spanking.

Dom. Sadist.

She closed her eyes, curled her hands into fists, and tried to block out the pain in her nipples. But it was impossible, it was so there, so alive, on fire.

An image of Griff as a younger man popped into her head. He was smiling, holding a guitar. She remembered how he’d liked to play, sing too. It wasn’t something she could imagine him doing now.

His beard had been nice. He’d been her first lover with one and she’d enjoyed the bristles and the way it scratched when they’d made love… when he’d ran it up the inside of her leg and licked her pussy.

“Damn it!”

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