Page 23 of Enveloped By the Darkness

“Yes, Master,” I gasped, watching as the chain rose toward my mouth.

“Open,” he commanded, placing the silver links between my teeth. “Hold this for me while I work.”

Chapter Eleven

Kade

Tiffany was a fucking vision. Thighs trembling, she gripped the clamp’s chain in her mouth as she submitted to my crop, her eyes squeezed closed as she tried to process the competing sensations. The strokes were coming hard and fast now, just as she would be as soon as she let go and allowed the feelings to overcome her.

“My. Dirty. Little. Whore,” I goaded, punctuating each word with a fresh slap to her sex.

Her hips jerked in response, her body acknowledging the sting at the same time her body processed something hotter. That was the real beauty of my woman. Not only was her body heaven, but her mind was permanently in the gutter. The more I denigrated her, the closer she came to splintering. Smiling, I inched closer, angling the tongue and raining the smacks down on her helpless clit. Her guttural moan conveyed how much she relished the impacts, even though with the chain between her lips, her mouth was unable to confirm my suspicions.

“This is what you get,” I told her, delivering eight swats in rapid succession. “Punished, then pleasured.”

“Ooo od,” she mewled, panting around the metal.

“Stop fighting,” I warned her. “You have precisely three minutes to let go and come, or else you go to bed unsatisfied.”

Enough of her protraction. Tiffany often needed steering into climaxes, and I was more than willing to oblige.

“Ooo!” she complained, her eyes flying open to meet my gaze.

“You heard me,” I confirmed, motioning to the large clock on the wall. “Two and a half minutes.”

“Uck.”

Her head lolled back, inadvertently tightening the chain between her teeth and her tantalizing tits. Keeping the strikes coming, I watched as on demand, she surrendered. Dangling in my ropes, her body spasmed as the wave of carnality crashed over her. Falling forward as much as the bondage permitted, she cried out, dropping the chain and gasping as its weight caused more hurt at her clamped nipples.

“That’s right,” I consoled, trying to ignore the way my cock sprang to life at the decadent display. “Come for me.” I kept the crop moving, tapping her clit and forcing more pleasure from her dancing hips.

“Master.” Wearily, her head rose, flushed cheeks accentuating her beautiful blue eyes. “Oh God.”

“You’re welcome,” I replied, lowering to my knees and pressing the crop between her legs.

Jerking at the increased stimulation, she fought to contain her shaky breaths as I inched between her splayed knees.

“Look at me,” I ordered, guiding her chin up toward my face. “You’re mine, little girl.”

“Yes, Master.” She wore that wonderful glassy expression that her capitulation often evoked. “I’m yours.”

Dropping the crop, my arm snaked around her hips, easing her from her haunches and back to her knees. Face to face, I grazed my mouth over hers.

“Tell me again,” I insisted.

“I’m yours,” she murmured. “Always.”

“Damn right.” Pressing my lips to hers, I took the kiss I craved, my balls contracting when she parted and let my tongue devour her. Holding her against the doorway, I took my fill, enveloping her in my caresses until I was satiated. “Let’s take these off, shall we?”

Not waiting for her response, my hand left her chin and lowered to the nearest clamp. Grabbing the tiny jaws, I released their hold on her nipple, reveling in the hurt that echoed in her eyes.

“How’s that, beautiful?” I cooed, knowing full well how much it had injured her.

“Painful, Master,” she admitted as I nibbled at her lower lip.

“How painful?” I asked, holding her gaze as my fingers hovered over the other clamp.

“A lot,” she confessed.

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