Page 37 of Wicked Trouble

It took Cammie a second to realize that the graphics on the vibrator made it look like a BBQ rib.

“You do like your smoked meat,” he said.

Cammie tried to stifle her laugh but just ended up snorting. Her tits jostled anyway, and she moaned through the fresh pain as the clamps seemed to bite down harder on her aching nipples.

Zane smacked her ass with enough force to make her knees skid along the sheets but not enough to take her mind off the clamps.

He slapped her again and again, making the heat rise on one ass cheek while leaving the other alone. With the vibrator still buzzing, he trailed it along her shoulders, sending shivers down her spine. He curled his other hand around to stroke her clit, barely rubbing. She ground down, hoping to get more friction, but he moved with her, keeping his touch teasingly light.

She was so distracted by his finger on her clit that she forgot about the vibrator, which he moved from her shoulders, down her collar, then straight to her tits.

Her nerve endings flared white hot, sparking pain straight to her nipples.

“Oh fuck!” She rocked back, desperate to move away from the vibration, but there was no escape. Zane rolled the vibrator to the clamps, sending a shockwave of agonizing pleasure through her body.

She curled her toes and rocked her hips and Zane delicately tapped at her clit, maddeningly soft and tender.

Her orgasm was miles away, the waves building slowly, steadily, but well out of reach.

“Zane,” she moaned.

“That’s what I like to hear.” He tugged on the rope with one hand while helping her shift farther back on her knees with the other. Then he moved around her suspended body so he was in front of her. “You ready to get fucked?”

Cammie licked her lips and nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

His eyes gleamed, along with his grin. His cock was already sheathed with a condom, so when he helped her settle, straddling his hips, he thrust into her, stretching her open, filling her up. The ribbon rope around her body helped steady her movement so she could rock forward, then swing back. She rolled her head, which tightened her collar and pulled her nipples up, but she didn’t care. The pain mingled with her desire, and she reveled in it.

“Ride me, baby.” Zane placed the dildo at the base of his cock so that each time she rolled forward on his shaft, her clit got a taste of the vibration. It was enough to move her faster, to ride him harder, if only to get more of what she wanted.

She didn’t notice Zane reaching for her tits, but suddenly the clamps opened and the raw throbbing shot straight to her pussy. He latched on with his lips, alternating from one bud to the next—sucking, flicking, heightening the burn that cascaded over her nipples and straight to her clit.

“Zane,” she screamed, but he didn’t stop.

Each roll of her hips flung her cresting orgasm higher and higher until the peak was as tall as a skyscraper. She was so close…so close that she could almost grab hold. She arched into him, nailing the vibrator as she thumped down hard on his shaft, a frenzy of sensation, his lips on her tits, her clit weeping for release, her body primed and ready…to…explode.

Zane gripped her ass and kept her moving, even though her brain had turned to mush and she’d lost control of her body. He rammed his cock deep, forcing her clit to take more and more of the reverberation so her orgasm became an endless loop. His cock seemed as hard as rock, and he bellowed his release, pumping until every last ripple and spasm jolted through her.

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