Page 105 of Pretty Monsters

Locking her ankles into each cuff, I adjust the bar forcing her legs wider. Then I step back and let her get a view of herself chained to the wall, open for my pleasure.

I pretend to examine her. "Still missing something, I think." From the bag, I dig out a pair of nipple clamps. This is so much farther than I've taken her before, but I need it. I guess I knew this moment would come when I went on my little shopping expedition.

Holding up the little rubber tipped clamp, I let the light hit the blue crystal hanging from it. "These aren't designed to hurt, but they will be intense."

She sucks in a breath as I attach one then the other. Tugging on one, she whimpers. Already, she's drenched and needy, but I'm not done playing with her yet.

Retrieving a wand style vibrator from my bag of toys I turn it on and let her anticipate the moment it would touch her skin. Instead of moving straight to her mound, I start inside her thighs and tease her with the vibration.

When she starts to relax into the sensation, I move closer, building her arousal higher and higher. Never enough to come though. Finally, I press the toy against her center, letting the buzzing drive her close to the edge, then I remove it.

She growls in frustration, and I chuckle. "Sin," she begs.

"Who's in control here?" I ask her.

"You," she sighs.

"Then you'll take what I give you, when I give it."

I drop the wand and drop to my knees. The scent of her arousal nearly makes me abandon my plans to torture her with pleasure, but I lock the feeling down. The need to drive her out of her mind with desire is too strong.

Still, giving into tasting her is too much temptation to avoid. I suck on her clit, causing her body to hum and pulse like the vibrator had. Her thighs squeeze against my head, signaling how close she is to her orgasm. I back off again, and she whimpers.

Rising to my feet, I run my hands across her skin. Lifting the heavy globes of her breasts in my hands. I pull on the clamps again before finally releasing them. The leash on my control is close to snapping. I take the time to draw her distended nipple into my mouth and sucking hard, while pinching the other one to recreate the feel of the clamps.

Wordless pleas escape her lips. She's nothing more than sensation, surrendering to the waves of pleasure moving through her body. Before she comes I back off again. If she weren't locked in the cuffs, I'm sure she'd strangle me.

I unhook the carabiner from the ring and lift her in my arms. Her wrists and legs are still restrained, so carrying her is the only way she's going to get where I want her. I lay her on the center of the mats, facing the mirror.

Another adjustment of the bar pushes her legs wider. With it set like this she can't close her knees. She can't hide any part of herself from me like this. Not that she will try to as needy as she is in this state.

I stand in front of her and slowly remove my own clothes. I'm still feeling raw from exposing my past, and now I'm physically bare in front of her. My scars, both emotional and real, are on display.

Her eyes land on the knife wound on my side. I stroke it letting her know I see where she's looking. "I got this one when I was thirteen. One of the men who paid to use me was more interested in watching me bleed than touching me."

Next I move to the bullet wound on my shoulder. "This one was one of the trips Lucien and I went on. Someone warned our target we were coming, and he took a shot at me as soon as we entered his house."

Letting my arms drop to my sides, I stand still and let her look at me. All she needs to do is tell me to stop and I'll release her. I hold my breath waiting for her to end this.

A tear leaks from the corner of her eye. I kneel down and wipe it away. "Why are you crying?"

She licks her lips, an obvious effort to rein in her emotions. "Because there were so many times I almost lost you, most of them before I even knew you existed."

"I'm here. I'm not going anywhere unless you ask me to," I promise her.

I should say the word now, but I still can't. She knows, but I still can't tell her I love her.

There's still one more thing bothering me. I told her I was fine with her friendship with Ford, but knowing he's held her, been inside of her is like a thorn in my side. It's annoying, but the only way to end the torment is to extract it.

Since I actually like the guy, there's only one way for me to soothe the jealous beast inside of me. I just hope she'll forgive me.

The door opens and closes. I can hear him enter the room, but he doesn't speak. Raven's eyes widen with surprise, but she waits for what I'm going to do next.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?" I ask him without turning around to verify he's watching.

"Very, but is there a point to this?" Ford asks, amusement clear in his voice.

"Just proving a point," I murmur.

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