Page 30 of Violent Hearts

He's inching closer to me in slow but deliberate steps. "Are you actively trying to get in trouble?"

I shrug. "If this is the only way to get your attention, then sure."

He comes to a halt in front of me, and for a moment it appears as if he's about to jump at me like he did the last time I infuriated him.

But he doesn't. Instead, he buries his hands in the pockets of his suit pants and casts me a smug smile.

"You don't want to test me," he says. "Trust me on this."

"I'm not trying to test you," I assure him. "But as far as I remember, the last punishment wasn't exactly that... bad."

I smile at him then, almost grateful as the memory of that afternoon flashes through my head.

"That's because it wasn't really a punishment, little girl."

"I hate it when you call me that."

He nods. "I know, but I haven't decided on a name for you yet."

I frown at him. "My name is Ann. No reason to come up with a new one."

He shakes his head. "There are a lot of things we still need to resolve."

I don't move when he closes in on me, raising his hand to the hem of my hoodie. He hooks his fingers below it and pulls it up, beckoning me with a simple look to raise my arms above my head so he can start undressing me. Getting me naked appears to be his solution to everything.

He makes sure that his fingers trace along the side of my body as he slowly pulls up the hoodie, tickling my skin ever so slightly. I giggle and obediently lift my arms. But instead of pulling the hoodie all the way over my head and removing it, he pulls it over my face and tugs it in place, leaving me blinded and helpless with my arms still stretched up above my head.

"Stay like this."

I mewl out helplessly, but do as I'm told. I'm not wearing anything underneath, and can practically feel his eyes on me as he soaks in the sight of my exposed tits. His touch is so sensual, his mere proximity alone stirs something deep within me. I know my nipples are hard and pointy, revealing my excitement.

I jerk when I feel his warm, soft lips on my right nipple. It's just a simple kiss at first, careful and soft, but soon he takes my stiffened nub between his lips, greedily sucking on it while his tongue circles around the sensitive center.

I moan out and arch my back, leaning in to him as he continues pleasuring me, placing one hand on the small of my back to pull me closer while he cups my other breast with the other. A yelp of pain escapes when he starts adding little bites to his treatment, obviously testing to see how much I can take.

My chest is heaving when he moves over to the other side, repeating the same technique until my left nipple is just as raw and tingling as the other one.

"Sensitive. I like that."

He frees me from my hoodie and throws it aside, taking my chin between two of his fingers and tilting my head back to face him.

"Have your nipples always been this sensitive?" he asks huskily.

I nod wordlessly, and he suddenly slaps my ass, reminding me that I’ve failed to follow a rule.

"Yes, Sir," I say, quickly correcting my mistake.

"Good girl," he praises me, and as much as I hate him calling me a little girl, I find his praise has an entirely different effect on me.

"Have you ever used clamps on them?" he probes. "Or has anyone else used clamps on them?"

I shake my head. "No, Sir."

"Interesting…," he states, his voice trailing off. "We'll have to see how much you can take."

He lets go of my chin and takes a step back.

"Take off those sweatpants."

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