Page 87 of Icebound Hearts

My gaze shoots down to my hand, where I find what looks like a miniature set of battery jumper cables joined together by a little chain. Recognition hits me a second later, and my heart jumps into my throat.

“Are these…?” I trail off, rolling them around on my palm as my clit throbs—because I’m pretty sure I already know the answer.

“Nipple clamps? Yeah, they are.”

My eyes widen as I lift one of the clamps and pinch it between my fingers to open it. I reach out to put one on him, but he laughs and shakes his head.

“Uh uh, heartbreaker. They aren’t for me.”

A rush of heat floods me, and I swallow. My knees are braced on either side of his hips, and I’m so fucking wet that I’m sure he can see it. Hell, he can probablyfeelit.

“Is this because I told you they were on my bucket list?” I ask, biting my lip.

He made me give him a detailed run-down ofeverythingon my list that I’ve always wanted to try, and now I’m starting to think he truly took me seriously when I joked about checking every item off before I leave Denver.

He shrugs, watching my face. “Of course. I take my duties as the friend you have sex with very seriously.”

That makes me laugh, and I lean down to kiss him, bracing my hand on the headboard.

“I like that you have a kinky side,” I whisper against his lips.

His large hands grip my hips, digging into the soft flesh there as he pulls me down a little so that my pussy grinds against his cock.

“Oh, heartbreaker. You have no idea. I know from what fell out of your suitcase that you’ve got the one toy, but I’ve got a lot more.”

My heart kicks against my ribs, my clit pulsing needily, and he takes the nipple clamps back from me, holding them up as he looks at me with an expression that makes my toes curl.

“I want to see you wear these,” he says. “Will you do it? I want to watch them bounce while you get yourself off on my cock.”

Jesus, the mouth on this man.

“Yes,” I breathe. “God, yes.”

He smirks. “Oh no, heartbreaker. God didn’t get these for you. I did.”

He leans away from the headboard to kiss me again, catching me off guard, but I lean into it. I’m still a bit worried about hurting him further after the hit he took during the game, but he seems undaunted. Without ever pulling his lips away from mine, he takes one of my breasts in his hand and applies the first clamp.

A sharp pinch of pain floods me, followed immediately by a rush of pleasure, and I gasp into his mouth. “Holy shit.”

“Is it okay? Too much pressure?”

“No, it’s amazing,” I whimper and kiss him again.

“Good. It’s only going to get better from here.”

He squeezes my other nipple into the clamp, making little lightning bolts of pleasure mixed with pain shoot through me.Then he hooks one of his finger through the chain that connects the clamps, tugging on it softly. He’s barely using any pressure at all, but the way the clamps pull on and squeeze my nipples steals the breath from my lungs.

“How does that feel?” Sawyer whispers, grazing his teeth along the line of my jaw.

“I… I…”

I can barely catch my breath. I’m dripping all over his cock by this point, so turned on that I’m dizzy with it.

“Words, baby,” he prompts me, giving another little tug on the chain. “Use your words.”

“Good!” I gasp out. “It feels so good!”

“That’s my girl. Now sit up. Let me see you.”

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