Page 84 of I Was Always Yours (RCA: Royal Crown Academy)

Then, I add a third finger.

Her breath catches and she throws me a panicked glance. I push into her slowly, stretching her around my fingers until I’m sure she’s feeling the burn.

“Phoenix–”

I’m really starting to like the way she moans my name.

“Did he touch you?” I grind out between clenched teeth, pushing in and out of her at a steady pace.

I’m torturing her, edging her to the very brink of her next orgasm then pulling her back down without any release or relief.

“No, not more than he had to.”

I grab one of the items I threw on the bed earlier and bring it up between us.

“W-what is that?” She asks, her voice shaking.

“You won’t let anyone touch you again,” I order, watching her eyes track the movement of the small chains I’m holding.

She shakes her head again, giving me a determined look. “I’ll do what I want.”

“Is that right?” I growl, dropping the chain on her chest. I dip my head and suck her nipple back into my mouth, enjoying the taste of her hard peak.

I swirl my tongue around her nipple, getting it nice and hard, before biting it. She cries out, her cry turning into a loud shriek when I close one of the clamps around her nipple.

“Holy shit,” She cries out, moaning my name on a ragged breath. “What are you doing?”

Grabbing the other end of the metallic chain, I hover the second clamp over her bare nipple. “Nipple clamps. They’re usually used as a punishment, but let’s not pretend you’re not loving the mix of pleasure and pain.” I say, sucking her nipple into my mouth with a groan before releasing it. “Now this one’s going to hurt more. This nipple is sensitive because of the piercing, so prepare for a sting.”

I distract her by pumping my fingers in and out of her and pulling her attention over to the sensations in her pussy. Laving her nipple one last time with my tongue, I thrust my fingers in to the hilt and close the clamp around her peak.

She makes the mistake of twisting away in an attempt to evade my fingers and the overwhelming sensations rippling through her body.

The weight of the chain shifts as her body moves, pulling at the clamps and adding unbearable pressure to her nipples.

Still, I don’t let her come.

I settle between her legs, bending them at the knee so her feet lay flat on the bed.

The visual of her spread out on my bed, with her hands tied, her nipples clamped, and her pussy dripping around my fingers and onto my mattress isn’t one that I’m going to forget soon.

I have this sudden irrational and dangerous desire to keep her.

To leave her tied to my bed in this room where we can create our own reality.

Instead, I reach for the last item I threw on the bed before we got started.

“Six.” I call her name and she looks back at me, her eyes unfocused and lost, her need for an orgasm making her disoriented. “I want you to be loud for me now.”

With that, I turn the bullet vibrator on and press it against her clit.

The vibrations roaring through her pussy, my fingers thrusting mercilessly inside her and the chain pulling at her nipples combine to send her hurtling off the cliff of her orgasm.

Yet again, she tries to move away from me.

Yet again, I don’t let her.

She turns her head into the pillow, muffling her screams until they’re almost completely silenced. She chooses to hide her screams from me when I specifically asked for them.

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