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heavy gilt frame. Before I could touch it, my arms jerked forward until my diamond bracelets clicked against the posts. I gave my wrists a tug, but the bracelets appeared stuck fast to the mirror.
    “They’re force cuffs!” I stared at him over one shoulder. “You gave me diamond force cuffs as a wedding gift?”
    He grinned like a wolf at a lamb. “It does seem so.”
    “Well, that’s a relief.”
    Now it was his turn to blink. “Oh?”
    “I was afraid we were going to start having boring married sex.”
    Green eyes narrowed. “I’ll show you boring .”
    I smirked. “Oh, dear. Am I in trouble?”
    “Yes.” His hand landed on my ass in a swat that made me bounce on my jeweled heels.
    I glared. “That hurt!”
    “It was supposed to.” He eyed my butt. “Now you have a pink handprint on one lovely cheek. I do believe it needs company.”
    “Don’t you…”
    Six hard swats landed on my butt until I danced and yowled, squirming from side to side in a vain attempt to avoid the stinging blows.
    “Now that,” he announced at last in a tone of relish, “is a really pretty shade of pink.”
    I glowered at him, butt flaming. “I married a brute.”
    “Poor thing.” Arles slid an arm around my waist and reached down to finger my sex. I caught my breath at the luscious penetration. I hadn’t known I was that wet. “You do suffer so.” His teeth flashed. “Or at least, you’re going to.”
    “Oh, good.” He added another finger to the one probing my sex, and my eyes closed in delight. “I hear suffering is good for the soul.”
    “Now that you’ve brought it up…” He cupped both breasts, still covered by the corset. To my astonishment, the pearl-encrusted fabric moved, sliding downward to bare my nipples even as it raised the soft mounds.
    I blinked. Of course, a nanosilk garment could assume different styles depending on its programming, but somehow I hadn’t expected this. “You rigged my corset?”
    “I certainly did.” He caught my long pearl necklace in both hands and started dragging the strand back and forth across my stiff pink nipples. “Backfired on me, though. All through the reception, I kept thinking about what I could do to you with it. That’s why I stayed behind you all night -- I had a hard-on like a blast cannon I was hiding behind your skirts.”
    “Pervert.” I sighed, enjoying the sensation of those cool, smooth pearls rolling over my breasts.
    “Oh, darling, you have no idea -- yet.” He murmured some command I didn’t quite catch. Pleasure bloomed in my chest like the brush of feathers over sensitive skin. I gasped in helpless delight.
    Arles grinned behind me. “The corset is laced with neural implants, just like those nipple clamps I used on you. Which reminds me…”
    He brushed his fingers over the pearls covering my bodice. The fabric began to squeeze my breasts like strong, cupping hands. As the corset fondled me, Arles caught my nipples between thumb and forefinger, first pinching, then flicking, then raking his blunt nails over the tight, pink tips. A hot sting zinged through one breast as the corset’s implants added a little pain to the pleasure, like a dash of spice in a sweet dessert.
    Soon I whimpered in helpless delight as alternating pulses of pleasure and pain jolted through my body. I could do nothing except watch my reflection writhe in Arles’s arms, my wrists still bound to the mirror as he tormented my breasts and finger-fucked my pussy. He looked so big standing behind me, all hard muscle and demanding eyes, casting a sorcerer’s spell on me with every stroke and pinch.
    “Fuck me!” I moaned at last, trembling on the edge of a climax that burned just beyond the next caress. “Arles, for Thor’s sake, fuck me!”
    “Yes!” Arles said in a hot growl. He grabbed me by the thighs, lifted me right off my feet, and spread me wide before driving the whole hot length of his cock into my cunt. His open fly ground against my ass as he began