Page 30 of Betrayed

“Yes, sir,” she agreed, squeaking a bit in reply.

This caused Arturo’s brilliant smile to flash and brought a glint to his stunning green eyes. “Très bien. Then let the games begin,ma belle soumise.”

Puzzled, and more than a little nervous, her brows gathered in question.

“My beautiful submissive,” he explained, before sitting back on his heels.

Vulnerable and open to his exploration, he ran a finger down her midline. Beginning at her chin, he moved along her throat and across her breastbone. He smiled as her belly twitched and goose bumps erupted along her skin, brought on by the slow brush of his fingertips around her navel. He continued downward, over the slight roundness of her lower belly and beyond, to the soft tuft of curls which he combed through and tugged gently before gliding along the seam between her thighs. At the end of the road, he changed the angle and dipped between her pussy lips, grinning as she wiggled and squirmed, swaying as the chain clinked softly above her.

“A few more restraints, I think.”

More! Mari bit back her cry. It wasn’t in protest but in surprise. She was already completely immobilized, being so powerless, overwhelming her senses.

He held up his hands where she could easily see. Immediately, her nipples hardened at the sight of the stainless-steel barrel clamps dangling from his fingers. They stood taut and at attention, eager for the rubber-tipped vises.

Breathing fast, she followed his every movement, as he pinched and rolled each point to readiness. When the clamp closed around it, waves of pleasure shot down her belly to her pussy at the snug hold. It was quite nice. But nice wasn’t a word often found in a sadist’s vocabulary. Arturo turned the barrel once, twice... On the third revolution, she hissed at the bite.

“Too tight,” she exclaimed, her backing bowing farther in reaction to the sharp, unrelenting pressure.

“Breathe through the pain, Mari.”

As she took deep gulping breaths, the harsh pinch soon leveled out to a steady ache that became bearable.

“It’s been a very long time, sir,” she panted.

“As I suspected. It’s why you aren’t wearing Japanese clovers right now, which is my preference.” His finger stroked the skin peeking out of the evil clamps. “So beautiful. Deepening to a lovely, deeprougealready.A thank-you for my consideration would be appropriate.”

The arrogance of the man amazed her, but she dutifully replied, “Thank you for going easy on me, sir.”

A rolling rumble of laughter arose from deep within him. “I wouldn’t go as far as that,minou.”

Giving the clamp a little flick of his fingers, he grinned at her subsequent shudder and quickly indrawn breath before he moved to the other breast, repeating the exquisite agonizing process.

Pinched, restrained, bent double, and halfway suspended, even then he wasn’t done, bringing more of the mini suspension system overhead into play. Pulling down two straps, he deftly clipped the hooks onto the O-rings on the end of each barrel. He then moved out of sight to activate a winch that pulled her breasts up by the nipples, not stopping until they tingled and ached. With the brush of his hand, he encircled the base of each elongated breast and squeezed, jiggling them enough to make her moan.

“Almost done,” he murmured. “Then we’ll play.”

Already contorted and tethered, clamped and restrained, there were very few body parts yet untouched. With his wicked bent and boundless imagination, she doubted that oversight would continue for long.

“You are without a doubt a sadist, sir,” she breathed.

“Did you think I would lie about such a thing?”As he tapped one strap, further tormenting her nipples, the golden flecks in his green eyes seemed to glow like the hottest flames of a fire. “And no matter your denials, you crave what I can give you.”

Dropping her eyes, she didn’t confirm or deny his assertion. Nor did she look up when the bed shifted again. That changed with the suddenthwapof leather on her inner thighs, first one then the other, followed by a sharper slap of what felt like a dozen searing tingles on her mound. It moved to her breasts, flicking at the undersides in evenly matched blows, causing her upper body to sway in the restraints. Her lashes flew up, and she sought the source of the delicious torment.

Between her spread knees, Arturo knelt on the mattress calmly swinging a mini-flogger. He tipped his head to the side, watching as he repeated the pattern—thigh, thigh, pussy, breast, breast—but harder. The sequence then repeated in reverse, before moving up her body again, adding a few licks over her belly on the way to stroke over her breasts and nipples again. She would have arched into the pain if she wasn’t in that position already.

Thethwapsand slaps ceased. Instead, he dragged the supple leather strips between her breasts, over her belly and mound then teased along her slit. Her deep, throaty moan turned into a guttural cry when his hand rotated and he applied a series of stinging wetthwacksright across her fleshy lips, the thongs connecting with her protruding clit every time.

More liquid heat flooded her pussy, and she knew much more of this would make her come, and she needed that, badly.

“Sir,” she implored raggedly, “please, may I come?”

He grunted. “A very charming request, but considering our surroundings, your passionate plea would be much more convincing if I heard a bit more deference from your sweet lips. Henceforth, no more sirs while we play. You will call me master instead.C’est compris?”

The word chilled her as effectively as dousing her with ice water. That and his movements drew her eyes upward. A memory suddenly flashed in her mind of her and Derek reflected similarly in a mirror. She was bound and spread-eagled on their bed, but this time, dark hair replaced sandy blond, a startling contrast against her fair skin as Arturo licked around her navel, dragging his tongue up the centerline and flicking each clamped nipple.

Derek’s hands had also played over her body, confident and determined, making her respond to the erotic pain. But they were light where this man’s were tanned, his fingers longer, and more powerful. Her husband’s shoulders hadn’t been nearly as broad and defined, and his back had never rippled in the same way, with the muscles bunching and flexing under olive-toned skin.

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