Page 64 of For a Price

“Those too, kitty cat. Take them off.”

I can no longer meet his gaze as I do what I’m told. My fingers hook under the waistband of my panties and I slide them down my hips and thighs ’til they’re nothing more than clingy fabric pooled at my ankles.

Nude.

Completely naked in front of Roman.

He pauses a moment and then says, “Ya nikogda ne ustanu smotret’ na tebya.”?*

He steps around me, disappearing into his huge closet. I remain where I am, fully aware that the last thing I want to do at a moment like this is incur any more of Roman’s wrath.

Seconds later, he returns clutching a small rectangular box. My stomach sinks with dread as I wait for him to show me what’s inside.

Of course.

I shouldn’t even be surprised.

“I told you, kitty cat,” he says. “You would wear this for me. When I want you to wear it. Now is one of those times.”

My eyes squeeze shut, my body stiff and heart racing. He steps forward to snap the diamond collar around my throat.

“Posmotri na menya?*,” he commands. Then he grips my chin to jerk my face up. “Look at me.”

Heat licks away at me from the inside out, flushing onto my brown skin. I do as I’m told, opening my eyes despite how embarrassed I feel. Roman’s waiting for me, his blue gaze burning with an intensity that’s white-hot.

Heat that only magnifies my own.

“You have nothing to be afraid of,” he says huskily. “What have I told you? I don’t hurt my pets. Punishment is punishment… but you are safe with me.”

I’m not sure what to make of his words, except that my erratic breathing slows. The beat between my thighs pounds harder.

Somehow, I have come to believe him.

This is punishment… but Roman won’t mistreat me.

He won’t do anything to truly hurt me.

Besides, there’s something inexplicably erotic about the situation. Me standing naked and submissive in a collar before a powerful alpha like Roman.

It’s not what I would’ve thought would turn me on, yet my pussy’s aching for more. I’m locked in as he thumbs my bottom lip and then presses a kiss to my mouth.

“Stay still, devochka. There will be some unpleasantness. Thisispunishment.”

I have no more than five seconds to even question what he means before I find out. Roman produces a pair of nipple clamps made of platinum gold like so many other things in his penthouse. The clamps themselves have teeth that are no joke, connected by a delicate chain in between.

“These will look beautiful on you and these dark nipples,” he says, and my cheeks burn some more. “They get so puffy, did you know that? I enjoy staring at them.”

I’m not sure what to expect as Roman moves to put them on.

My body stills in anticipation, hands balled up at my sides, nails digging into my palms.

“Oh!” I squeak when the first one is attached to my nipple.

A sharp, biting pain radiates through my breast. I tug my bottom lip between my teeth, watching as the second one is clipped on.

More biting pain shoots through me. Sudden and sharp, the teeth bearing down.

“Do you like?” Roman asks, taking my mouth in another kiss. He fills his large palms with my clamped breasts, kneading them in a gentle massage.

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