Page 106 of What About Love

“Sorry. I keep forgetting.” Almost doing so again, she added, “Sir.” A little yelp on the end when he tweaked a nipple.

“You have also done as you pleased at every turn—not waiting to speak, touched without asking, and, when I haven’t prevented it, coming without permission.”

“Again, this all seems very one-sided. Don’t you want me to touch you?”

“That’s not the point, and you’re forgetting your manners, yet again.” Since his hand was near her pussy, he gave it a swat.

Her “Oo, ung, mmm,” in response, came out halfway between a squeal and a moan. She tried again almost immediately. “Don’t you like me to touch you, sir?”

“That’s better,” he praised as he stroked her dewy skin. “It’s not that I don’t want or like your touch, it’s a matter of control, which I want and with our power exchange, something you have agreed to give up in your submission to me.”

“I get all that, sir, but why can’t I touch you?”

“You were relentless in the interrogation room, weren’t you?” he said with an indulgent laugh. “I know if I say it’s because I’m the dom you won’t be satisfied, so I’ll explain, since you’re still new.”

“Obliged.”

“Was that sarcasm? Do I need to add that to the growing list?”

“Sorry, sir.”

She didn’t sound the least bit apologetic, but he went on or they’d be there all night.

“Sometimes I’ll want your touch, demand it even, giving you free rein. At others, I’ll tell you in detail what I want. I like restraints and having you vulnerable to me, so you can expect that often. I’ll also enjoy teasing you, taking things slow and drawing out our sessions, until you’re mindless with pleasure. That means, I’ll want it to last a long time, which is difficult when your hands are all over me.”

She smiled languidly, her lids heavy with passion, obviously pleased with all that he said.

“During any of these times, when I restrain you, I’ll do it in a variety of positions and a multitude of ways, with ropes, cuffs, shackles, chains, or clothing that I’ve ripped off your body, because, once again, that’s what I like. How’s that for an explanation?”

“Quite thorough, sir, but—”

“But what, little bit?”

“But you had me when you saidit’s because I’m the dom.”

“Yeah?” he replied, his forefinger gliding through the slickness inundating her pussy. “You like when I take control. It gets you wet.”

“Yes, sir.” As she answered, a delightful shiver ran through her.

“Let’s see if you like something else I have in mind.”

He dropped his hand, noting the crestfallen look that crossed her face. “None of that now. Have I done anything in a scene that you haven’t truly enjoyed?”

After giving that a moment’s thought, a sparkle of excitement lit up her face, and she shook her head.

“Good. Because your repayment includes these.” He dangled a pair of tweezer-style nipple clamps in front of her face, grinning when her lips parted on an indrawn breath. “You like the idea?”

“I’m not sure I’d say I like it, but after seeing so many at the clubs, I have wondered.”

“Now you’ll get to judge for yourself.” He pinched a tip, preparing it. Already hard and tight, it didn’t take much. “The first time might be a surprise. Even with beginners’ clamps, sometimes a tolerance has to be gained.”

Bending down, he drew her nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting gently. When her breathing was harsh and her chest rose and fell, he applied the first rubber-tipped clamp, rolling the small band that adjusted the pressure toward the jutting peak. He continued until she moaned then eased the pressure the tiniest bit.

T ran a finger over the pink compressed flesh. “I like this look on you. How does it feel?”

“Tight,” she squeaked.

“Stop holding your breath and breathe through the pain. It will level out.”

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