Page 131 of Sin & Sapphire

“Keep stirring,” I murmured, and she hurriedly gave the onions a push. “Now add the garlic.”

“That isn’t traditional,” Angelo complained.

“But itisdelicious,” I answered.

Ana giggled, and the tightness in my chest returned. Under my direction, she added the tomatoes to the pot along with the rest of the ingredients.

“Now go shower, while it simmers,” I instructed.

“What should I—?” Ana took a deep breath. “What would you like me to wear,maître?”

Pleasure swept through me at her sweet submission. I tilted her chin up to me for another quick kiss, and she melted, her eyes open and warm. “Ask Angelo, princess.”

Thirty minutes later, she reappeared, looking soft and comfortable in a lilac silk wrap dress and, as instructed, nothing else.

Her gorgeous breasts swayed with every step, nipples jutting out proudly through the fabric. I opened my hand to reveal two nipple clamps, round rings with four small screws through each, designed to be tightened individually and painfully. She walked right to me, her lips turned up.

“Maître, please,” she murmured. “Put them on me.”

I reached into the neckline of her dress, delighted to find her nipples already tightened to hard peaks and begging for my touch. Carefully, I freed her right breast from the dress, swiping across it with my thumb before pinching it hard enough to elicit a whine.

My pants tightened, and when she threw her head back and exposed her throat, I couldn’t resist taking her nipple in my mouth and worrying it with my teeth.

“Maître,” she gasped. I pulled away from her breast with a wet pop, then affixed the first clamp, tightening the screws until her nipple was red and distended. I licked the apparatus, and Ana’s moan was primal with need.

I tucked her breast back into her dress, then quickly did the same with the other.

When I stepped back, the clamps were visible through the silk. The pain would dull as she got used to them, but I could bring it back with a simple flick.

And I intended to. Over and over again.

“Thank you,maître,” she breathed, her lips parted and wet. I bent down to nip her lower lip, hard enough to hurt, and she wrapped her hands around my head before remembering herself and dropping them back to her sides.

“You’re welcome,” I said into her lips. “You’re stunning, Ana.”

She preened, then twirled around. “Thank you.”

I handed her the apron back. While we waited for the water to boil for the pasta, the doorbell rang.

Ana’s brow furrowed, and her adorable lips pulled down into a frown. “Are you expecting someone?”

“Go answer it,” I told her.

Her eyes strayed down to her clamped nipples and bare feet before snapping to mine.

“I didn’t realize we were having company or?—”

“Or what?” Angelo asked. “Or you wouldn’t have dressed exactly as I instructed you to? Wouldn’t have let Valentin put those clamps on you?”

I flicked one for good measure, and Ana moaned.

“Fuck.”

“Language, slut,” Angelo said, wrapping an arm around her waist. “Go answer the door.”

“Yes, sir,” she whispered, and opened the door.

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