Page 24 of Intrigued By Love

I set my hands on his chest, standing up on tiptoes. His palm cupped my ass, drawing me against him.

I tilted my head up to look in his eyes. “I want it. I won’t change my mind.”

“That doesn’t mean you won’t safeword if you need it.” He threaded his fingers into my hair. “Do I make myself clear?”

“Yes, Jax. I will safeword if I can’t take it.”

“Good.” He lowered his lips to mine, taking them in a soft, gentle kiss.

When he pulled back, his whole demeanor changed. He wasn’t my Jax anymore, but my Dom. We’d never called anything we did by formal names, but it was a given what we were. Only during the times we’d visited formal clubs had we ever identified ourselves as submissive and Dominant.

“Ready?”

“Yes.” My body was on full alert and ready for anything he planned.

“Close your eyes.”

I followed his direction, and a few seconds later, a soft material settled over them before Jax tied it securely behind my head. All my senses fired with the loss of my eyesight. The birds and the ocean sounded louder, the scent of flowers and earth were more potent, and the feel of the breeze along my skin was like an intimate caress.

Then he took my hands, placing a small object in each one. “Do you know what these are?”

Immediately, the hairs on the back of my neck pricked as I realized what I held. I could see in my mind’s eye the colorful nipple clamps made of platinum and adorned with rubies and sapphires. There was no doubt in my mind that they were the same ones we’d used countless times in Vegas.

I’d left them behind, along with every gift he’d given me, knowing seeing them would be too painful and remind me of all that I’d lost.

“Nipple clamps.” My voice was hoarse. “Why would you bring these here, when there was no guarantee we’d get back together?”

Shit, why’d I say that? We weren’t permanently together. This was temporary.

“They are always with me wherever I go, as are other pieces I gifted you, as well as some I never got a chance to give you.”

Hurt laced his words and made me regret asking the question. Right now wasn’t the time for this discussion.

“Jax—”

He cut me off. “Lift your arms, but don’t drop the clamps.”

I desperately wanted to bring us back to where we were only a few moments ago.

He stepped closer, brushed his lips over my forehead, and took each of my hands, raising them above my head. Slowly, he wound a soft fabric around each of my wrists and then attached my bound hands to something above me. I could move, but there was only a limited amount of give.

How had I not noticed this setup on my balcony? Probably because I was too focused on the man who turned my insides into mush.

“Damn, I’ve dreamt about you like this for over two years.” He cupped my breast and ran his thumb over the tight bud of my nipple. “Remember, you have to let me know if things become too much.”

“I won’t make the same mistake I made in the past.”

As soon as the words were past my lips, I thought of other mistakes I’d made, leaving as I had being one of them.

Jax tapped a finger to my knuckles, snapping me out of my thoughts. Instinctively, I opened my hands, letting him pluck the clamps from my palms.

He moved behind, fisting my hair and pulling my head back. “I want to hear every moan, every sigh, every cry. No holding back. Is that clear?”

I swallowed. “Yes, Jax.”

“Good.” His mouth brushed the skin along the column of my neck, and then he bit, not hard enough to break the skin but with the right amount of force to cause my pussy to flood with need and desire.

“More,” I gasped. There truly was nothing like that tinge of pain to heighten my need.

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