Page 84 of Tainted Obsession 1
Instead of pushing inside me, he lowers his gorgeous face to my breasts. I groan in frustration, anticipating that he’ll use his mouth on me again. Having his tongue on my clit is pure bliss, but that isn’t what I crave now.
“I need you inside me,” I pant.
He nips at my breasts, and his low chuckle is almost cruel.
“You will be weeping for me before I claim your sweet little pussy.”
“What?” I ask on a little puff of air. “But I want?—”
My protest ends on a sharp cry as he bites down on my nipple. He holds the hard bud between his teeth and flicks the tip with his tongue. Pain and pleasure light up my entire body, and I squirm, uncertain if I’m trying to get away or arch up for more. The dueling sensations capture my full attention, sharpening my focus until Massimo becomes the only thing that matters.
Just when I think I can’t endure any more, he releases me from his bite. I don’t have time to sigh before he repeats the same torment on my other nipple. A rough shout tears from my chest, a ragged sound I’ve never made before.
He bites me again.
No, that can’t be right. Both of my nipples ache, pinched to the point of pain. I look down at my chest in time to see him securing a silvery clamp to my peaked bud. A delicate chainconnects the two clamps that capture my nipples, keeping them trapped with steady, cruel pressure.
Even as I breathe through the discomfort, hot lines of pleasure sizzle from my breasts to my pulsing clit. The pain stokes my pleasure, and my body practically vibrates in anticipation.
Surely, he’ll have mercy on me now. Surely, he’ll thrust into me and join our bodies in the most intimate way possible.
That arrogant, lazy smile tilts his sensual lips, and I revel in his control over me. He’ll claim me when he’s ready.
I don’t have to worry. I don’t have to think. All I have to do is submit, and Massimo will take care of me.
“Are you aching,dolcezza?” he taunts. “Do they hurt?”
I whimper and nod. “But they feel so good.”
I don’t want him to remove the clamps. The ruthless pleasure is like nothing I’ve ever known before, and I crave more.
He trails his fingers just below my breasts, tracing the shape of my body with reverence.
“You are so perfect, Evelyn. Do you want to come?”
“Yes. Please…”
His low laugh rolls over me like a caress. “How can I deny you, sweet girl? You’re being so good for me.”
He hooks his forefinger beneath the chain that connects the clamps and lifts it to my lips. The cool metal makes my heated nerves crackle and spark.
“Open,” he commands, and my lips part.
He slips the chain over my tongue.
“Don’t drop it, or there will be consequences,” he warns, his smile turning a touch cruel.
My skin pebbles at the threat, but desire shudders through me. I’m drunk on his power over me, completely swept up in the painfully sweet sensations he’s inflicting on my helpless body. This twisted game is perverted, but I can’t bring myself to care.There’s no room in my thoughts for shame, only the desire to please him. I want to bring him a fraction of the mind-numbing bliss he’s wringing from me.
He picks up a large wand vibrator and turns it on.
“How many times do you think you’ll come before you beg me to stop?” he muses, reveling in toying with me.
He places the rounded head directly over my clit, and pleasure jolts through my body. I jerk, causing the chain in my mouth to tug at the clamps. My nipples spark with pain, and my core contracts. I whimper and try my best to stay still so that I won’t torment my own breasts.
His low, lust-drunk laugh rolls over me, blanketing me in a fresh layer of pleasure. He’s attaining his own satisfaction through my complete submission to his will. I will give him everything he desires.
I meet his gaze, allowing him to see my devotion. I want this strong, beautiful man to worship me the way I revere him.
