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Master Clintock brought out a pair of nipple clamps chained together.

“Hmm, I wonder what those would look like on you,” he whispered, taking her earlobe between his teeth. A shudder ran through her, but she didn’t speak.

He wrapped an arm around her waist, resting it below her breasts, propping them up.

“Have you had your nipples clamped before?” he asked softly, so as not to be overheard by Peter and his wife, although a quick glance in their direction, gave him confidence they were busy in their own conversation and wouldn’t be paying them any attention soon.

“No,” she whispered. Her hand came up to rest on his arm.

“Hmm, but you want them to be.” He kissed the little spot behind her ear. She bent her head, giving him easier access. Either the wine had taken away some of her apprehension or the scene unfolding on the stage was getting to her.

Clintock placed two weighted balls on the chain, pulling his girl’s nipples downward.

“Maybe when we get home, if you ask very sweetly, I’ll play with your tits.” He gripped her hip. “Play with that sweet pussy of yours, too.” He nipped her earlobe again. Her chest rose and fell faster as he spoke, as his fingers massaged beneath her breasts.

The woman cried out, wail carrying through the speakers into the private room. Melinda tensed at the sound.

“He’s going to bring her right to the brink of orgasm and stop,” Erik predicted.

“That would be cruel,” she said softly, her nails biting into his arm. His thumb flicked over her nipple. Even through the material of the dress, he could feel the hardened peak.

Fuck dinner, he needed to get her home.

“Cruel can be fun,” Erik promised. “Ah, there you see?” He moved his hand from her hip and pointed to the stage. Clintock had done exactly as Erik predicted, and the bound woman shook her head with frustration. “He’s going to do it again.” Erik chuckled in her ear. “You would be so fucking beautiful like that. Bound, spread open, and tormented with unfulfilled desire.” He pressed his hard cock against her ass. Her hand flattened against the glass, making him chuckle.

Her full lips parted, and he imagined his cock sliding between them.

Another squeal blasted through the overhead speakers as the clamps were ripped off the submissive.

Melinda’s fingers curled on the glass; she pressed her ass into his body. Erik gripped her wrist and brought it down from the window, settling it at her side.

“Shh, sweet girl. As soon as we get home. I promise.” He kissed her neck again and released her, moving to stand beside her, blocking the other couple from seeing the heated flush of her cheeks and the dilation of her pupils.

His girl enjoyed the scene before her.

But she would fucking love what he planned for her at home.

Chapter 22

“Thank you so much for dinner. Everything was wonderful.” Melinda hugged Azalea. At least, she assumed dinner was delicious; Erik had cleared his plate in record time. Melinda’s nerve endings were firing off signals all over her body too fast for her to taste anything going into her mouth.

Just a few touches from Erik and she’d been ready to shove down his pants and ride him right there in the private room. Onlookers or not. And he’d known it.

“I hope we can get together soon.” Azalea squeezed Melinda’s hands.

“Of course. That would be fun.”

“Do you have your phone?” Azalea asked.

Azalea snatched it before Melinda finished pulling it out of her purse. She tapped away and then handed it back.

“There. Now you have my number, and I sent a text to myself, so I’ll have you in my phone, too.”

“Perfect.” Melinda grinned.

Azalea pulled her into another hug. “I know it’s weird right now, but give him a chance,” she whispered then pulled away again.

“I…what?”

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