Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 51662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 258(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51662 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 258(@200wpm)___ 207(@250wpm)___ 172(@300wpm)
“What…what are you going to do to me?” There was real fear in her voice now—he was departing from the script in her head and it scared her. Scared her and excited her as well, Pierce was willing to bet.
“That’s none of your business, Leita,” he said harshly, moving to straddle her hips so that he was looming over her. She turned her head blindly upward, following the sound of his voice. The black silk blindfold made her flushed cheeks look rosier somehow. “You’re mine now,” he told her, stroking one hand from her throat to the tops of her breasts, feeling the quiver of her skin beneath his touch. “My property,” he continued. “And I’d do whatever the hell I want to with you. Understand?”
“Goddess…” she moaned breathlessly.
“Understand?” Pierce insisted, demanding that she answer him.
“Y-yes, Master. You own me. You’ll do anything you want. I understand.” The words were offered in a soft, breathy voice that let him know she was nearing a new threshold of arousal. Damn but he loved to watch her get so worked up, so hot that she could barely speak. He’d been making love to her for over a month—almost from the minute she let him out of the box. But he’d never seen her in this state before—beyond simple desire and deep into need.
“That’s good,” he said softly, savoring her submission like a fine wine. “Very good, baby girl. Now I want you to relax and get ready for your punishment.”
Leita bit her lip but said nothing. She was open to him he sensed—open and waiting for whatever he decided to do. Pierce reached for the objects he’d found at the back of Leita’s closet—nipple clamps connected by a long fine-linked silver chain. They were lined with some kind of super-soft synthetic fur but they were tight all the same. He’s tested them carefully on his little finger, trying to gauge exactly how painful they would be and he estimated that they didn’t squeeze much harder than he normally pinched her nipples when they were making love. Still, it was the uncertainty factor that he loved—the fact that Leita couldn’t see what he was doing.
He leaned forward and brushed the silky fur that lined one of the clamps over her hard pink nipple. Leita gasped and jumped. Behind the black silk blindfold he could see her eyelashes flutter and the pulse at the base of her throat was skittering frantically. Oh yes, she was ready.
“Hold still, baby,” he murmured, and attached both clamps at once to her tender nubs.
Leita nearly bucked off the bed in surprise. “Pierce! Oh Goddess—Master,” she moaned, arching her back so that her full breasts jiggled enticingly. He had another strong urge to fuck her then, an almost insurmountable need to be inside her. She was all spread out on the bed for him, her bare breasts connected by the clamps and their silver chain which dangled enticingly between them. Her pussy was wet and pink and swollen, glistening with moisture, slippery with arousal. Pierce knew exactly how tight and hot she was inside, how good her sweet cunt felt around his cock. He wanted to plunge into her, to claim her, to fuck her until he filled her up. With a supreme effort, he held himself back again. There was more to come before he took her. Much more.
“Leita,” he said softly, stroking the silky undersides of her heaving breasts. “Calm down, baby girl, and listen to me.”
She stilled at once, turning her face toward the sound of his voice.
“That’s good, honey,” Pierce said approvingly. He stroked her cheek lovingly. “Goddess, you’re beautiful.”
Leita dared to turn her head and press a soft kiss into his hand. “My Master is too kind,” she said softly. “But these…what you put on my nipples, they’re very tight.”
“I know, baby,” Pierce said softly, still stroking her cheek. “Do they hurt?”
She bit her lip again. “A…a little,” she confessed.
Pierce smiled even though he knew she couldn’t see him. “That’s good,” he said softly. “They’re supposed to hurt a little. But in a good way. Do they feel good too? Does it feel good to be tied to the bed with your pussy spread open and your tight little nipples in clamps, Leita?”
She shuttered and he could see her swallowing a moan. He’d found out almost the first night that Leita loved when he talked dirty to her. His cock gave another surge behind his tight black leather pants in reaction to her obvious arousal.
“Answer me, Leita,” he commanded.
“Yes,” she said, nodding so that her silky blonde hair brushed against the pillow. “Yes, Master, it feels good to be tied up and waiting for you to take me. And…and the clamps feel good too. I was always afraid to try them before. But…but I’m glad you found them.”