you responding well to some formal training where you got the chance to learn different protocols for different situations.” He leaned forward and lowered his voice next to her ear. “Maybe even becoming a slave one day.”
She moaned and pushed harder into his hands. The reality of becoming a slave to a man like Mason escaped her, but if it meant more nights like this, she understood the appeal.
“You’re very responsive, Miss Adams.” He pulled both nipples away from her body before he released them.
Oh my God .
With her body still trying to process the pain turned to pleasure from his fingers, he grabbed ahold of her left nipple and attached the rubber tipped clamp.
“Ahhh.” That was as far as she got before the ability to make sound left her. She couldn’t even breathe at the pain shooting through her breast.
“Look at me.” He grabbed her chin and lifted until their gazes met.
“Take a breath and let it go. The sharp edge won’t last long. If it does, I’ll loosen it.”
The assurance of his words didn’t compare to the comfort of his warm gaze. He looked confident. Maybe even happy with her. And he was right. The initial shock was beginning to fade.
“Please kiss me,” she whispered. The need to be connected to him stunned her. She wasn’t supposed to get that close.
He stepped forward and cupped her face with both hands. “You are so beautiful when you ask for what you need. It makes you impossible to resist.”
Letting go of her face, he leaned forward and kissed her at the same time as he put the second clamp on her bare nipple. When she tried to pull away, he grabbed the back of her neck and swallowed down her small cries.
The distraction worked. As his tongue slid against hers and his hands tugged on her hair, the pain in her nipple faded to a steady pressure that seemed to draw a line connecting her nipples to her clit. Everything tingled.
He pulled away and Rebecca closed her eyes. She still felt the pressure of his lips on hers and the rest of her body was starting to burn with a fierce ache.
“You look ripe for more, Miss Adams.”
She stared at the window at his reflection now behind her. Her doubts were now gone. There was nothing left in her mind except him. She wanted this. “Yes, Mr. Sinclair. I’m ready.”
He grabbed something from the wall beside them and touched it to the side of her leg. “It’s a crop and I’m going to use it on you to test your tolerance for pain. While I expect you’ll enjoy it immensely, it will leave some lovely marks on your beautiful skin.”
“Nothing permanent I hope,” she said.
“No. I am not into permanent markings on my submissives.”
She nodded, a flutter of nerves returning. Nothing permanent certainly didn’t mean not painful.
He slowly tapped the crop along her side from her thigh to her armpit and back again. “Feel free to cry out as loud as you want or fight your restraints, this room is completely soundproof.”
A shiver of unease worked over her again. That didn’t sound creepy at all. “You aren’t helping my nerves.”
His gaze narrowed, making his expression unreadable. “I wasn’t trying to.”
Her muscles tensed as the anxiety his statement created froze her in place. He took two steps back and she let out a breath. Except he wasn’t backing off. Instead, he raised the crop and brought it down on the top of her buttocks hard. Her body jerked and the clamps pulled at her now tortured nipples.
“Relax, babe. We’ve barely begun.”
She wanted to scream. Just because the pain dulled and warmth was quickly spreading through her limbs didn’t mean she liked it.
Wait.
That’s exactly what it meant.
He smacked her again, this time catching the top of her right thigh. She gulped for air, amazed how much a little square of leather could hurt. But like before, the sharp pain quickly gave over to warmth that seeped through her. That pressure in her abdomen
She moaned and pushed harder into his hands. The reality of becoming a slave to a man like Mason escaped her, but if it meant more nights like this, she understood the appeal.
“You’re very responsive, Miss Adams.” He pulled both nipples away from her body before he released them.
Oh my God .
With her body still trying to process the pain turned to pleasure from his fingers, he grabbed ahold of her left nipple and attached the rubber tipped clamp.
“Ahhh.” That was as far as she got before the ability to make sound left her. She couldn’t even breathe at the pain shooting through her breast.
“Look at me.” He grabbed her chin and lifted until their gazes met.
“Take a breath and let it go. The sharp edge won’t last long. If it does, I’ll loosen it.”
The assurance of his words didn’t compare to the comfort of his warm gaze. He looked confident. Maybe even happy with her. And he was right. The initial shock was beginning to fade.
“Please kiss me,” she whispered. The need to be connected to him stunned her. She wasn’t supposed to get that close.
He stepped forward and cupped her face with both hands. “You are so beautiful when you ask for what you need. It makes you impossible to resist.”
Letting go of her face, he leaned forward and kissed her at the same time as he put the second clamp on her bare nipple. When she tried to pull away, he grabbed the back of her neck and swallowed down her small cries.
The distraction worked. As his tongue slid against hers and his hands tugged on her hair, the pain in her nipple faded to a steady pressure that seemed to draw a line connecting her nipples to her clit. Everything tingled.
He pulled away and Rebecca closed her eyes. She still felt the pressure of his lips on hers and the rest of her body was starting to burn with a fierce ache.
“You look ripe for more, Miss Adams.”
She stared at the window at his reflection now behind her. Her doubts were now gone. There was nothing left in her mind except him. She wanted this. “Yes, Mr. Sinclair. I’m ready.”
He grabbed something from the wall beside them and touched it to the side of her leg. “It’s a crop and I’m going to use it on you to test your tolerance for pain. While I expect you’ll enjoy it immensely, it will leave some lovely marks on your beautiful skin.”
“Nothing permanent I hope,” she said.
“No. I am not into permanent markings on my submissives.”
She nodded, a flutter of nerves returning. Nothing permanent certainly didn’t mean not painful.
He slowly tapped the crop along her side from her thigh to her armpit and back again. “Feel free to cry out as loud as you want or fight your restraints, this room is completely soundproof.”
A shiver of unease worked over her again. That didn’t sound creepy at all. “You aren’t helping my nerves.”
His gaze narrowed, making his expression unreadable. “I wasn’t trying to.”
Her muscles tensed as the anxiety his statement created froze her in place. He took two steps back and she let out a breath. Except he wasn’t backing off. Instead, he raised the crop and brought it down on the top of her buttocks hard. Her body jerked and the clamps pulled at her now tortured nipples.
“Relax, babe. We’ve barely begun.”
She wanted to scream. Just because the pain dulled and warmth was quickly spreading through her limbs didn’t mean she liked it.
Wait.
That’s exactly what it meant.
He smacked her again, this time catching the top of her right thigh. She gulped for air, amazed how much a little square of leather could hurt. But like before, the sharp pain quickly gave over to warmth that seeped through her. That pressure in her abdomen
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