He kissed the spot where he’d bitten. “In due time. At this moment, I want to decorate those beautiful breasts of yours.”
He circled back around until he was in front of me. His intoxicating scent filled my nose. Jax gripped my waist, drawing me toward him and enclosing his lips around one straining bud. He sucked and teased until I thought I’d go out of my mind from the delicious torture. Before I knew what was happening, he replaced his mouth with his fingers, pinching my aching nipple and then attaching the jaws of the jeweled clamp.
“Fuck.” I closed my eyes as a tear slid down my cheek from the pressure.
He tightened the clamp, skating the edge of my threshold point.
I panted out shallow breaths, feeling my head go light.
“Breathe slowly, baby. Let the endorphins work their magic.”
Gradually the pain morphed into a dull ache, and I wanted more of the erotic sensation.
“Ready for the next one?”
“Yes, please, Jax.” I let my head drop backward and allowed the pleasure-filled pain to engulf me.
Jax repeated the process on the other nipple.
“Oh God, it’s been so long,” I moaned. “I needed this so much.”
“So have I. Your body was meant to be decorated with jewels. Fucking beautiful.”
A warm breeze slid along my sensitized nipples, and I couldn’t help but whimper.
“Want more?”
“Yes.” I’d take anything else he had planned if it meant I’d stay in this blissful state.
A chair scraped along the floor of the balcony, stopping when it brushed my knees. Jax sat, grabbing the backs of my knees and spreading them to straddle his thighs. The fact he’d tied me with the right amount of rope where I wouldn’t strain if he pulled me onto his lap, told me he’d planned this longer than I’d initially thought. He’d taken into account my height with his and that of the chair as he sat in it.
“How long have you been planning this scene?”
He glided his fingers along the sides of my body, moving from my thighs up to my waist until he reached my upper arms.
“That’s need-to-know information. And you don’t need to know.”
I’d have laughed if I wasn’t aroused more than I’d been in years.
His thumb grazed my engorged clit, making me jump. “Ready for me to clamp two last places before I fuck you senseless?”
His words had my desire and trepidation coursing in my gut. “Oh God, you brought those too.”
A wicked chuckle erupted from his lips, just as he pressed them to the valley between my breasts, rubbing his day-old stubble against my skin. “The clamps were made as a set. It would only make sense to use them all.”
“Are you sure? It’s been a long time since I’ve gone that far.”
“I wouldn’t take you to that edge unless I knew you could handle it.” He lifted his head and blew on one aching nipple, making me hiss. “But if you’d rather not, you can always say two specific words. We will stop, and I’ll make love to you as we have over the last few weeks. Both ways end in orgasms for you.”
As much as he was the one calling the shots, this was about me, my pleasure, my needs. No wonder I’d never gotten over him. It was beyond sex, but I couldn’t focus on that right now, or I’d have to think of how I was going to manage after it ended.
Inhaling deep, I said, “I want it. Show me the delicious edge I’ve craved for so long.”
“You’re soaked.” He traced the seam of my labia back and forth. “I can’t wait to taste. But first, I have to adorn this sexy cunt.”
He pushed a finger into my pussy, pumping in and out, rubbing the bundle of nerves deep inside, bringing me to the point of release before pulling out.
“Jax.” My bound arms jolted.