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“Yes, Nathan.”

“I’m speaking directly to your masochistic side.”

Tara smiled, then fixed her face in a serious expression. “I understand.”

“Try again.” He lightly slapped her breast.

“I understand, Nathan.”

“Better.” He studied her with exaggerated displeasure, but she managed to suppress her smile.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out…

Nipple clamps.

I thought he wasn’t…

Nathan cupped the clamps in his palm and jiggled them, making the metal clink. “Just because I’m not going to use the clamp electrodes, or even the pads made especially for breasts, doesn’t mean I won’t play with these pretty things.”

He held the clamps up for her to see.

The spring-loaded clamps were made of a circle of metal with two flat bars inside the circle. Pulling back on small rods separated the flat bars, creating space inside the circle for the nipple. Release the rods, and the bars snapped together, pinching anything unlucky enough to be positioned between them.

Anything like her sensitive nipples.

Tara watched, not breathing, and he applied the first clamp. He was gentle with it, slowly releasing the rods, his knuckles pressed into the meat of her breasts as he guided the metal to first grip, then pinch her nipple. The clamp was heavy enough that it pulled at her, weighing down her breast.

He was crueler to the second breast, releasing quickly so the bars snapped down onto her nipple. Tara whimpered, back arching.

“Shit, you’re so sexy when you make that noise,” he rumbled, leaning in to lick at the very tips of her captured nipples.

Her tits throbbed, nipples burning, and she wanted more.

“Spread your legs. Wider.”

Tara watched him through heavy lids as she obeyed, her arms now stretched high above her, thanks to the new position. She was helpless, vulnerable, and he was about to do unspeakable things to her. She should have been scared, or at least wary.

She wasn’t. She was aroused…and impatient.

She needed. Needed him to touch her. Abuse her. Needed him to use her for his own pleasure. Needed to live in this fantasy moment where she was helpless, with no power of her own. Totally at the mercy of her Master. His to pleasure and hurt.

Nathan took a soft cloth and carefully wiped her pussy lips, removing the thin layer of arousal fluid that coated her hairless labia. Spreading her legs had parted her labia, exposing her core. The cloth brushed her clit and she sucked in air, back arching.

“Are you trying to sneak in an orgasm?” In contrast to the words, his tone wasn’t teasing but low with warning.

“No, Nathan.”

He hummed doubtfully, then dropped to one knee, his face level with her pussy.

Two fingers spread the top of her labia wider apart, and her breath caught in anticipation of pleasure.

Nathan scrubbed her clit with the corner of the cloth, the touch rough, almost impersonal. The soft fabric felt like sandpaper against her arousal-sensitive clit. Tara screamed in both shock and pain, instinctively closing her legs.

Nathan pinched her clit with the cloth, his knee and opposite shoulder braced against the inside of her legs, keeping her spread wide for him.

He rolled her clit, and it felt like he’d touched a live electrical wire to her nerves. What she felt wasn’t pleasure or pain, but something deeper, something base and raw.

She was panting, a hint of a whimper threaded through each exhale.

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