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“Too damn perfect,” he murmured before letting her go and turning away.

She had one small moment of panic simply because he was no longer touching her, but soon he was back. He leaned in close to her face and told her, “Stay as still as you can, Skye. This is going to hurt.”

He pulled back to watch her pupils widen at his threatening words, which was exactly the effect he’d been after. Not that it was a lie, of course. It was going to hurt.

He pulled from his pocket a tiny red plastic clothespin and held it up so Skye could see what was in his hand.

“I picked these up at a craft store. Amazing, the things one can find there. Or in a supermarket, a hardware store. Pervertables, I like to call them, these everyday objects that can so easily be turned into instruments of torture.”

“Oh…”

“Quiet, Skye. Take a deep breath. Yes, that’s it.”

He could see she was scared, but she was following his instructions, fighting the fear. Slipping deeper into subspace the moment she’d seen the little clothespin.

Leaning over her bound body, he smoothed a few fingers over the soft skin at the edge of her left breast. An exquisitely sensitive area, he knew. He pinched the skin together lightly between his fingers, pulled a bit, and fastened the tiny clothespin there. He smiled when she sucked in a sharp breath.

“Breathe into it, Skye. It’ll get a bit worse before it gets better. I’m going to put a lot more of these on you.”

He pulled a few more of the pins from his pocket and created a small arc of them down the side of her breast. Every pin caused a small, satisfying gasp. He loved the sound of it, that whisper-soft noise coming from between her plump, pink lips. And lord, those lips… all he could think of when he looked at her mouth was pushing his cock in, fucking that lush mouth. His cock filled, hardened.

Control.

It seemed he always needed to remind himself with her. He’d thought this would be easier, without her hot little body pressed against him. But it didn’t seem to matter. Just looking at her was challenging his self-control.

Focus.

He moved in again and began a line of the wicked little pins down the side of her right breast. By the time he was done, she was panting hard. He stepped back to look at his handiwork.

“Beautiful.”

And she was. So fucking beautiful he could hardly stand to look at her. Bound to the table, her legs spread wide so that he could see her pink pussy lips, slick with need and inviting as hell. And the pins pinching her skin. He knew it hurt, could see it in the dilation of her eyes, in the sharp rhythm of her breath. He wanted to hurt her. He wanted to bring her pleasure. He wanted to do everything to her.

Forher.

He slipped a hand between her thighs and right into the heat of her. She was like hot silk inside. What would his cock feel like wrapped up in that slippery heat?

He pumped his fingers into her and pressed onto her hard little clit with his thumb, making her squirm. Then he pulled the first pin off.

She yelped.

“Yes, I know it hurts, worse coming off than going on. The blood is rushing back into your skin. I know how bad it is, but it’s good at the same time, isn’t it, Skye?”

Good for him, too. He had to fight to calm his aching cock. His fingers were still wrapped in her gorgeous, tight cunt.

Lord.

“Mmm, yes.” She groaned, her head thrashing from side to side.

“You can handle it. I promise you.” He leaned in and brushed a kiss over her hot cheek. “It’s about to get much worse.”

He pulled another pin off, and this time, rather than waiting for her to ride the pain out, immediately pulled off two more. She arched up off the table. He plunged his fingers deep into her pussy.

“Oh!”

“Yes, pain and pleasure, all at the same time.” He caught her face in his free hand and held her chin, forcing her to look at him. Her golden-brown eyes were glowing. “You love it, don’t you, Skye? Tell me you want more.”

“Yes,” she panted. “Please, Adam.”

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