Page 40 of Tempted By Sin

Holy fuck. What the hell is happening right now?

Ace’s warm breath fans over the curve of my shoulder as he reaches around me. “Head back.”

I do as he says and tilt my head back, my breathing coming out in pants and my head swimming with a fucked up concoction of pleasure and pain. I don’t know what Ace is doing, nor can I focus on his movements when all I can think about is the nipple clamps and how they’re driving me wild.

Ace leans back and tugs on the chain attached to the clamps, and my head drops forward.

What the fuck…

“Are they…”

I don’t get the chance to finish asking the question because I already know the answer. Not only are my hands bound behind my back with a collar wrapped tightly around my neck, but now the nipple clamps are also attached to the collar.

Imagining what I look like at this moment, on my knees and bound in front of the most attractive man I have ever laid eyes on, causes a flood of arousal to pool between my thighs, making a mess of my panties.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, little bird,” Ace murmurs behind me, his hand tracing the curve of my spine. “And you’re all mine.”

His hand glides over my ass and slips between my thighs. Heat spreads across my cheeks the moment his fingers make contact with my damp panties.

“You’re fucking soaked,” Ace says, his voice strained. His fingers swipe over the material, moving back and forth, teasing me.

I close my eyes as a moan slips past my lips. Not being able to move or touch him is driving me to insanity, and the pressure of the clamps on my nipples is not helping.

A strangled gasp sounds in the air when Ace pulls my panties to the side and slips two fingers inside of me. The pressure of him pressing against my walls has my vision blurring at the edges. Too much is happening right now and I’m unable to keep up.

Ace drops his mouth to my neck, his lips attaching to the skin as he sucks and bites, drawing another moan from me. He pumps his fingers into me, the rhythm slow at first before gaining momentum. I’m all but panting as he drives into me, taking what he wants.

He pulls back from my neck and presses a delicate kiss to the shell of my ear as he stops moving his hand. I whine at the sudden loss of movement.

“Bounce on my fingers, little bird. I want to see you fuck my hand like it’s yours.”

Needing to feel him moving inside me again, I rock my hips forward, chasing that friction. A deep groan sounds from Ace’s throat as he stands unmoving behind me, his eyes burning holes in the back of my head.

With a shaky breath, I lift myself up ever so slightly before dropping back down, feeling his fingers sink inside me. My eyes roll back in my head as a wave of pleasure crashes over me.

“That’s it,” Ace coaxes, his voice strained. “Fuck my hand. I want to feel every last inch of you.”

I don’t know what came over me, maybe it was his filthy words or the nipple clamps going straight to my head, but I pick up the rhythm and slam down on his hand, desperate to feel more. Heat blooms in my core and I’m close to rushing over the edge.

Everything is beginning to feel like too much, namely the way I’m bound and fucking Ace’s fingers, but also his intense presence behind me, urging me forward. My vision is non-existent and my breathing is ragged as I bounce up and down, waiting for the tidal wave of pleasure to hit me.

I just want to—

A hand on my shoulder stops my movements. Ace pulls his hand away, and I whine in frustration at the loss of contact.

He wraps his hand around the back of my neck and pushes me forward until my face is pressed firmly into the soft duvet with my ass in the air. The clamps tighten around my nipples in the new position and I cry out, wriggling under Ace’s grip.

His hand slides over the curve of my ass as his fingers tighten around my neck. “Don’t move a muscle, little bird. If you do, I’ll have to punish you.”

My skin tingles at his promise. I don’t know what his definition of punishment is, but a voice in the back of my mind is demanding I find out.

Ace releases my neck and steps back, the sound of his belt clinking filling my ears.

I hold my breath as I shift on the bed, hoping to bring some relief to my poor nipples. But that earns me a harsh smack on the ass.

“Fuck,” I groan as the stinging sensation intensifies.

“I told you not to move,” Ace warns, his voice dangerously low. “I wasn’t kidding when I said I’d punish you.”

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