Page 144 of Unwrapping Deviance

My cry is immediately silenced with the clap of his palm over my mouth and his harsh, “Quiet!”

But my bundle is still squeezed between his thumb and index. He’s still tugging and twisting. And I can’t breathe as I try to scream, but he keeps it contained behind his hand.

With his hand still in place, he releases my helpless muscle and reaches for something on the nightstand.

“Do not fucking scream, Mira,” he warns and lifts his palm.

I’m wheezing and panting and can barely see through the sweat and tears blinding me, but I jump when cold metal slides across my clit. My body twitches even as panic slices through me.

I blink and try to focus on his hands buried in the shadows between my legs. Something glints. Scissors?

“Christian...”

He must have heard the fear in my voice because he stops and moves over me. He bends and kisses me gently.

“I won’t ever hurt you. If I do and you want me to stop at any time, just say red. I don’t care what’s happening or how far in we are. I will always stop, understand?”

I nod and he skims his lips over mine again.

“What’s your safeword?”

I take a deep breath. “Red.”

“And you will use it, okay? I will never get upset if you do.”

Feeling assured, I drop back as he moves back between my legs. The distraction helped a bit. The blazing inferno has calmed slightly, chased away by panic, but it’s still there and returns to full bloom when the metal pieces clamp on either side of my clit and squeezes.

Pliers!

Needle nose pliers are strapped around my nerve endings with a single elastic across the handles to keep it shut.

It doesn’t hurt. The elastic must not be pulled tight enough, but the pressure, the weight of the arms pulling is a whole other sensation, especially when Christian is licking the tiny piece ofpink flesh poking up between the prongs and my vibrator is sending coils of electricity across my body.

He tugs and nudges the pliers every chance he gets while sucking on my nipples. The tool is given just enough pull to mimic the motions of his lips.

I’m doing my best not to cum.

I’ve done everything in my power to think about literally anything that isn’t the way he’s playing my body like it’s his personal playground. I honestly don’t know how much longer I can keep this up, especially when he releases my clit, and the rush of blood has my head reeling.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart, the real fun is only just starting.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

DANIEL

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“Daniel.”

The drawl of my name pulls me from whatever dream I’d been having to absolute darkness. To confinement. The room is a flurry of motion and sounds that I can’t find.

“Mira?” Something is over my eyes. A secure band I can’t rip off because my arms are bound over my head. “Chris!”

“Stop yelling,” I hear my brother grumble from somewhere ... above me? “I’m nearly done.”

My irritation builds on my foundation of confusion and I jerk on the ropes only to feel them tighten.

“I wouldn’t do that. Those are Dad’s special snare knots. Remember those, big brother? You pull, they tighten.”

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