Page 99 of Sin & Sapphire

Ana dropped her head back over his shoulder, arching her back and presenting her breasts to me. Unable to resist, I bent my head to nibble on her skin, the sinful taste of her exploding on my tongue. She moaned and clutched at my head, digging into my scalp and sending need shooting through me.

I teased her with my tongue, sucking hard, then biting until her nipple was swollen and red. She cried out when I affixed the clothespin-like clamp, moaning when I took her taut bud between my lips and sucked again, teasing the clamp with my tongue until she was a whining, writhing mess.

When both nipples were squeezed tight between the metal tines, I pulled two tiny weights out of my pockets.

“Hold out your hand.”

She did, and I nipped her forefinger with my teeth before dropping them into her palm, the metal balls and chains clacking against each other as she trembled.

“I’m going to attach these to the clamps,” I said. Her breath shuddered, turning unsteady.

“They hurt,” she gasped, “so much.”

“They’ll hurt more in a moment,” I told her. I took a weight and opened the hook at the end, threading it through the ring at the bottom of the clamp. She gasped when I took my hand away, her eyes glazing over with lust and pain. When I finished with her other nipple, I stepped back and admired my work, red and distended between the prongs of the clamps that tugged them downward.

Ana whined and shifted in Angelo’s lap. He held her thighs open with his hands, keeping her drenched pussy exposed to me.

“Don’t move, princess,” I murmured, and stepped away.

Angelo laughed quietly at her moan, but she didn’t protest, just draped herself over him, breathing hard, trying not to disturb the clamps.

Angelo reached around her to flick at the balls and she whined in protest. “No, please, don’t.”

He slapped the sensitive inside of her thigh. “Say that again?”

“Sorry, sir,” she whispered. “It hurts.”

“Good. It’s supposed to, slut,” I said, before returning to the kitchen to caramelize the creamy tops of the crème brûlée, then fetched two spoons.

Ana would bemydessert.

I set the dishes on the table. “Scoot forward and rest one hand on the table,” I commanded her.

She moaned as the motion jostled the weights, swinging them forward so they dangled straight down, instead of over the lower curve of her breast and stomach.

“Now, eat.”

Ana’s eyes widened. I moved to the floor and crawled to her, kneeling between her thighs, then wrapped my arms around her hips and dragged her pelvis forward. I dropped a kiss on Angelo’s knees, then licked a stripe up her thigh, inhaling the scent of her.

“Eat, Ana,” I repeated, my voice gravelly and low as I approached her core, glistening with the evidence that she loved everything we did to her.

Angelo kissed and nibbled at her neck, drawing the sweetest whimpers and moans out of her. When I pushed her thighs even further apart to wedge my shoulders between them, she gasped, then let out an animal moan, deep and primal, as I ran the flat of my tongue up the center of her core.

“Maître,” she breathed.

“Eat, beautiful toy,” Angelo murmured. “I’ve never seen Valentin on his knees for anyone before. Show him how much you appreciate it so he can reward you for being a good girl.”

I ran my tongue over her clit, then circled it.

“And if I don’t?” she gasped.

“Then I’ll punish you for being a bad one,” I said against her clit, then nipped it with my front teeth.

She cried out, and I couldn’t tell whether it was in pain or pleasure.

I wrapped my hands around her hips and explored her folds, delicately, gently, as if she were a rare delicacy, meant to be savored rather than devoured, even if devouring her was what I ached to do.

“But you want to be our good girl, don’t you? Our perfect fucktoy, for us to use and hurt however we please?” Angelo said.

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