Page 57 of For the Sub

“I did,” she admitted.

“In that case, no. I want to watch you put them in place.”

She accepted the sturdy metal chain that he offered. For both of them, this was unique. In his videos, he competently dominated the models and actresses. When she scened with men—Master Niles included—they took control.

He loomed over her, and anticipation made her mouth dry.

“Pretend I’m not here.”

Shaking her head, she smiled. “You know that’s impossible, Sir.” Hyperaware of his presence and studied interest, she tried to shut him out and follow his instructions.

She placed a pillow beneath her knees and spread her legs before closing her eyes and squeezing her left breast.

“You like more pressure than I knew,” he said.

“I do.” She toyed with her nipple, playing with it first to get it hard. Then she twisted it, and the sensation made her arch her back in pleasure. “Even before I affixed the first clamp the other night, I was remembering our time together and the way you told me to cut the bullshit.” She pulled on her nipple, distending it.

She opened her eyes so that she could see where she was placing the rubber tips.

“You’re giving me an idea for a new script.”

There was a husky tone in his voice that made goose bumps skitter down her spine. “As I slid this part up”—she took hold of the small piece of metal that tightened the clamps—“I was recalling how nervous you made me, as if you saw through the act I sometimes bring to my job. You scared me a little, Sir, but that thrilled me, too. I’ve been wanting a man who will demand more than I usually give.”

Brandy met his gaze.

His eyes were narrowed, and he’d moved a bit closer to her. He was looking at her as if she were the only woman on the planet who mattered. Was it any wonder she fantasized about him?

“May I?” he asked as she reached to fondle her right breast.

“Please,” she murmured.

He took hold of her flesh with some tenderness, but when he tightened his grip, her pussy dampened.

“Damn, Sir,” she said when he readjusted his grip and simply rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Nice.”

“Thought you might appreciate that amount of pressure.”

Suddenly, she couldn’t string two coherent thoughts together.

He let go of her and placed the clamp, sliding the clip into place. “Like this?”

There was the same tension on both nipples. “You follow examples well, Sir.”

“I’m watching you,” he told her. “Every movement.”

“Were you always a straight A student?”

“In the subjects that mattered to me.” He moved away. “Go on,” he encouraged.

“Then I thought about the way you fingered me.” She pulled back the hood of her clitoris and stroked the tiny nub.

He nodded. “Lovely. So swollen already.”

Brandy picked up the vibrator with its overly large head and turned on the power switch to the lowest setting. With him watching her, she’d be coming apart in less than thirty seconds if she flipped it on high.

“Talk to me,” he prompted.

“When I place this against my pussy, I was remembering the way you told me you owed me a punishment for coming without permission even though you forced it from me.”

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