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I whimper in response, aware that my mind is already getting the better of me. Whatever he’s about to do doesn’t necessarily have to be painful, but I’m preparing for an agonizing strike nonetheless. I always do that. I always panic before there’s a reason to.

Then again, this time I might have been right to worry, because a moment later I am struck with a pinching pain right around my swollen clit. My fingers twitch, threatening to lose their grip, but he uses his to push them apart again and keep them in place.

“Don’t!” he warns, and it sounds so urgent that I freeze in place.

Cold metal hits my most sensitive area, closing around my clit first, before he pushes it down so that it holds my inner lips in a tight grip. The pain is only momentary and recedes as soon as whatever he attached down there is secured in place. He retreats while my trembling fingers still part my lips, now too scared to let go.

“Beautiful,” he assesses. “How does it feel?”

I shake my head, still confused at what exactly is happening right now. What did he just attach down there? Will it stay if I remove my hand? Will it hurt once I start moving?

“I… I… don’t know,” I utter in response, my entire body shaken by strong tremors.

“You don’t know, huh? How about this?”

A shriek escapes my lips when he caresses my clit with the tip of his finger, barely contacting my wet skin, but the sensation feels ten times more extreme than even the strong vibrator did at times.

“Oh my God,” I breathe, void of any other words or thoughts.

He chuckles darkly and does it again, sending another spark of passion jolting through my core when he presses his finger on my nub. He’s not even moving it, not stroking along or moving in circles, but he threatens to do so.

“What… what is that?” I ask, befuddled.

“That, my dear puppet, is a clit clamp. The most exquisite piece of jewelry a woman can wear, if you ask me.”

A clamp. That sounds about right. It feels tight around my inner lips, inflicting a pressure on my sensitive core that I’ve never experienced before. And I feel like it constantly keeps me at the edge of coming, especially with his touch.

He withdraws his hand and gets back up on his feet while I remain on my back, unsure whether I should—or can—move without hurting myself.

But it’s not like he’s leaving me with a choice.

“Get up,” he orders.

I slowly let go of my labia, terrified of an ache that doesn’t come. The pressure increases just a little as my outer folds enclose the clamp, but there’s no pain to speak of. This could actually be doable.

I cautiously gather myself up into a seated position, grimacing as I can feel the clamp pinching into my flesh, but too curious not to look at it. Something is dangling between my legs and when I look down I realize there are little gem stones hanging from the ends of the clamp. It really is a piece of jewelry.

“It looks… cute,” I comment, blushing as I still sit with my legs spread apart.

He nods. “I knew it would suit you.”

Clearing his throat, he takes a step back, burying his hands in his pants pockets and casting me a mischievous look.

“Now come here and show me how much you want your master to play with you.”

Chapter 37

Raad

They dance the most beautifully when they are in a state like this. When their minds are fogged and their gazes dazed with lust.

Alena is receptive to this kind of treatment, but she never forgets who she is, even when her body takes the lead.

Even now, as she climbs off the bed, moving cautiously while she adapts to the clamp between her legs, she looks at me with smart awareness. She has lost herself entirely before, but only to float in a state of violent ecstasy, a mind-numbing experience that allows for nothing but pleasure.

It’s a high that many seek to achieve, and most of those who do get there don’t do so without drugs. They drink, they swallow pills, they smoke, or even go as far as to inject the poison right into their veins to have that very same experience.

I don’t know which is more dangerous, the game we’re playing or the things these junkies do to themselves, but I know that the rewards are equal in measure.

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