Page 154 of For a Price

My next breath shakes in my lungs. I’m still nibbling on the bottom of my lip as my hand extends to undo the little gold latch. I already know what to expect inside, which is probably why my nipples suddenly feel stiff and achy.

The box flips open to reveal what’s inside.

The diamond leather collar glints up at me from inside the box. The piece of jewelry I’ve grown more than familiar with and ironically fond of.

But it’s not alone in the box.

There’s my old friend known as the nipple clamps and chain.

If my nipples weren’t already aching, they are now that I’ve set sight on their tormentors.

That’s still not all—there’s a final third friend whom I have a feeling I’m about to become just as acquainted with.

The smooth, silver plug is shaped like a teardrop and attached to a furry tail.

My face heats up and I can’t stop the silly giggle that tumbles out of me. Looking up at Roman, I say, “Really? You’ve outdone yourself.”

“What have I told you, kitty cat? You’re my woman. I’m in love with you and you’re my partner,” he says in his husky tone that’s only grown deeper. He’s as aroused as I am, evidenced by how he peers at me like I’m about to be devoured. “We are equals in this relationship, but in the bedroom—in moments like this—you’re still my pet. Do you agree?”

His sapphire blue eyes on mine, heat crackling between the two of us, I understand what he means. I get him, because it’s how I feel too.

These moments are about exploring in a way that’s come to satisfy us both. I’ve gotten great pleasure out of wearing his collar and letting him inflict orgasm after orgasm on me.

As someone who never received much gratification from men, relationships or sex, it’s been exhilarating. It’s been strangely freeing to hand over control to Roman and let my body speak for me.

I give a nod, tipping my head back to signal I agree.

He drops a kiss on my lips and says, “good, kitty cat. Take off your clothes. Time to put your collar on.”

Even just the simple act of the leather banding around my throat turns me on. My pussy throbs as the collar snaps close and I hold Roman’s darkening gaze.

He strokes my head in approval and tells me again what a good kitty I am.

The nipple clamps come next. My mouth drops open as he attaches the first clamp and a burst of pain shoots through my breast.

“Can you handle it?” he asks me, cupping my achy breast in his large, warm hand. I moan and nod along and count the seconds until the other clamp squeezes my nipple between its teeth.

The blips of pain radiate through my breasts in a way that draws my breath short. But the stimulation is so intense that the pain is secondary. The arousal that heats me up, sending blood rushing, takes over.

Roman cups my chin and peers down at me like I’m a masterpiece. He’s hard now, his erection prodding at the crotch of his dark pants. As usual, he’s patient despite this, as if he refuses to give in until he’s pleasured me first.

…or punish, depending how you look at the situation.

Maybe a little bit of both.

He takes my mouth in his most passionate kiss yet, then directs me to lay on my belly. Aware of where this will lead, I do as I’m told. I turn over and sprawl out, keeping a pillow under my hips.

Roman has the lube out and ready. He bends forward and nibbles at the soft, curved flesh of my ass, like he can’t help himself. He adds a smack as an afterthought, making my flesh jiggle.

“Relax, kitty cat,” he says, spreading my cheeks and tonguing my rear hole. “Your tail will slip right in once I’m through with you.”

My eyes squeeze shut at the wet hot feel of his tongue.

I hardly even remember the bite of the nipple clamps as Roman’s tongue erases all other sensations.

I push back against his face, grinding my ass into him. His tongue flicks in and out the tight, puckered hole, tracing the rim, and sending sparks shooting through my body. I quiver against my will and clutch at the pillows and duvet on the bed.

His tongue moves with precision. Every flick, every motion feels like heaven.

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