Page 39 of Roulette Rematch

“No, no.” He grabbed her chin and brought her toward him. “Don’t hide from yourself—and don’t you dare hide from me.” The scent of her own arousal drifted from his fingers.

She opened her eyes to find his stern gaze boring into her, heating her past the point she could understand. The pain in her breasts morphed into a white-hot heat in her belly, and all she wanted was his touch again.

“Good girl.” A soft smile touched the edges his lips. He retreated a step and pulled out something from his back pocket. The little toy he’d kept from the last platform they’d been playing on.

A bullet vibrator.

“That doesn’t look too bad,” she said, trying to hide the glee in her chest.

He laughed. “No?” He twisted the bottom of it, bringing it to life. “We’ll see.”

Oh no. Had she just challenged him?

The first vibration washed up her body, and she moaned, tossing her head back. The discomfort of her nipples disappeared into the pleasure of the vibrator.

“Feels good, right?” He sounded entirely too happy with himself.

“Yes. Oh!” She spread her legs slightly and pushed her pelvis toward him.

“How about now?” He pushed on the chain again.

“Ow!” She jerked, but there was no getting away from it.

“That looked sweet. Let’s do it again.” He pushed farther down, and the clamps tightened unbearably. She stomped her left heel into the platform. The pain overpowered the pleasure, which only made her want the vibrator more.

“Stop,” she growled when he tugged the chain again.

“Stop?” He brought his mouth to her ear. “Are you saying yellow?”

She shook her head, hitting his chin in the process. He only laughed.

“Then I won’t stop.” He took her earlobe beneath his teeth and bit hard.

She screamed out, and the first wave of an orgasm she hadn’t seen coming hit hard. Her entire body shook, and she yelled again and again. Her arms jerked against the restraints of her wrists, and through every wave, every jolt, James never let up on the chain, on the vibrator, or his teeth on her ear.

Her orgasm ebbed, and she sucked in long breaths. Slowly, her mind and body began communicating again. The vibrations increased on her clit. It burned. She tried to wiggle free, but he only pressed it harder against her.

“Not done yet, I’m afraid,” he whispered in her ear, then kissed her cheek.

“James,” she moaned in a pathetic sound.

“Okay, okay.” He laughed. “I’ll make it better.” He twirled his finger around the chain until it was wrapped tightly. “Ready?”

She lifted her eyes to his. “For what?”

In one yank, the clamps came free from her nipples, and an electric heat ricocheted from nerve-ending to nerve-ending through her entire body.

She screamed, stomped her foot again.

But the vibrations were still going, still heating her overly sensitive clit.

“So fucking gorgeous.” He swept her hair from her face, pushed her head back, and covered her mouth with his own. Slow at first, as though testing the waters. But it wasn’t enough. He hadn’t been soft on her so far, and she didn’t want soft now.

She pressed her hips toward him, rubbing his leg with her foot. Taking the hint, he nipped her lower lip, then swept his tongue across the tingle. He recaptured her mouth, deepening the kiss.

The pain of the clamps was long forgotten as she melted into him. No man had ever kissed her with such fervor. It was like he couldn’t get enough of her. She understood the sensation entirely.

When he broke the kiss, his hot breath washed across her face as she searched his eyes. His pupils large, his mouth slightly agape, but it was the intensity of his gaze that drove her to lean forward and kiss him again. A short peck of a kiss that made him smile.

“We’re not done, pet.” He tugged on her collar, then left her stranded on the cross while he went back to the table.

She rested her head against her left arm. Her lips tingled from the harshness of his kiss, her nipples ached from the clamps, and her pussy still buzzed from the vibrator.

Had she ever felt so good before in her life? If so, she couldn’t recall.

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