Page 16 of Exquisite Temptation

"Stick out your tongue." She darts the tip out, letting me clip the peg, moaning softly.

I clamp more on the sides of her pebbled nipples, leaving the pierced tips exposed so I can play with them later. Moving down, I spread her legs wide open, my gaze lingering on her luscious pussy before I clip pegs on the tender, creamy skin of her inner and outer thighs. By the time I'm done, the sweet scent of her arousal perfumes the air. Grabbing the crop, I drag the soft tip across her cheek, teasing her. She turns her head, nuzzling her face against the soft leather tip like a cat. Tapping the clothespin on her tongue, I flick off the one attached to her underarms, making her cry out.

Returning my attention to her mouthwatering tits, I spank them repeatedly, only stopping to rub the sting off her aching flesh. The sound of the tortured mews escaping her lips is like a drug, lulling me into euphoria. My blood surges through my veins, sending sparks of excitement through my body.

"Are you my pain slut?" I demand, slapping her face hard enough to sting. She bobs her head, groaning.

"Good pet." Circling around, I place my hand on her knee and open her legs wider.

I run the tip of the crop up and down her labia, swatting her clit lightly. She moans in response, juices coating her swollen pussy. Twisting away, the muscles of her legs quiver uncontrollably as I strike her thighs, knocking the clothespins off one by one. After removing the peg on her tongue, I capture her mouth with mine, devouring its softness. She tastes like the sweetest strawberry. I break the kiss, sucking and biting her lower lip.

Time to inflict some more pain.The thought makes my pulse speed up, pumping heat into my flesh. Her chest rises and falls with rapid breaths as I squeeze her labia with my fingers. She knows what is coming. As I clamp three pegs on each side, she lets out a shriek of pain. I sink my finger into her drenched, tight cunt, pumping in and out before pushing in another one. She writhes against my hand, her inner walls clenching around my digits.

"May I come, Sir?" she begs.

Sliding my fingers out, I slap her thigh. "Not yet. I control when you orgasm, slut."

"Yes, Sir." She swallows hard, pressing her lips into a grimace.

Strolling to the table, I pick up the violet wand and vibrator, intending to edge her before letting her orgasm. I place the wand directly on her skin, sending electric shocks to different parts of her body. She thrashes, whimpering loudly as I glide the wand on the inside of her legs and on each side of her labia. Pressing the head of the vibrator on her swollen clit, I continue sending little shocks around her vulva, mixing pain and pleasure until she is nothing but a quivering mess. She raises her hips, making low, inarticulate sounds, feeding my hunger.

"Please," she begs. "I can’t… please, may I come, Sir?"

"Don’t come until I tell you to." Stepping away to drop the wand on the table, I come back and carry on my sweet torture. I plunge my fingers into her drenched cunt, stroking back and forth until her juices soak my hand, dripping between her legs. She rolls her hips, riding my hand.

"Oh, my God! I'm going to come, Sir," she keens. Pulling my fingers out abruptly, I increase the speed of the vibrator and tug the clothespin.

"Come for me now," I command, taking off the rest of the pegs and making blood rush to her labia. Heat courses through my veins, making my flesh tingle as I watch her convulse and fall apart, pleasurable screams electrifying the air. Good pet.

Lowering her, I take my time in removing the ropes, giving her the space to breathe and calm down after the intense play. After I take off the blindfold, I gather her in my arms and stroll to the couch. The intense urge to give her proper care hits me out of nowhere. Before I can stop myself, I blurt out, "It’s still early. Maybe we could go back to mine for a bite." Holy crap! What did you do? You never take any subs home. I don’t know what the fuck just happened, but all I know is whenever I am around her, I can’t seem to control myself.

Chapter 11

Heidi

Ilayinthedrowsy warmth of my bed, scrolling through Dominion’s Instagram like some weird psycho stalker. I stop on a photo of Christopher, standing with his arms linked across his chest, his bottomless black eyes staring intensely at whoever took this photo. His dominant posture and hard expression kick up my heart rate a notch. He is my drug of choice, and I'm utterly and completely addicted to him. Yep, there is no hope for me.

Oh, my God, the scene with him was out of this world. Don’t get me started on the earth-shattering five minute long full body orgasm I had. I have never, ever had anything remotely close with Tristan, and he is an experienced Dom who knows how to edge you for hours. After the super intense scene, I had every intention of going home to have a long warm bath, followed by pizza and Netflix.

But he had a completely different idea, one that took me by surprise, so I ended up at his house, chilling on his sofa with wine and take out. It felt like a non-date date to me. Thankfully, there were no photographs or any other evidence of his late wife. Katie told me after she died, Christopher sold their house and bought a new one. Both Allie and I moved out of state, so I guess grief affects everyone differently.

I insisted on driving myself home, so he took us back to the club’s parking lot, and, instead of asking me for my number, he ordered me to text him when I got home. He sent me a two word reply but has not contacted me once since. A heaviness settles in my chest as disappointment rolls through me. It really sucks because I have spent the entire week checking and jumping each time a notification pings. On the night Tristan broke my heart, I promised myself I would take time to heal, but meeting Christopher shattered my vow to pieces, and, like a bumbling idiot, I fell head over heels in love with him.Could he love me like his wife?And even if by some miracle he did, I would forever be in her shadow.

My phone vibrates with a notification from WhatsApp. It’s my mother again, spamming me with photos of their cute Labrador puppy. When we were growing up, they never let us have pets because my parents preferred to jet around the world whenever it stroked their fancy, leaving us with our elderly grandparents. I have one from my brother, who is currently on a well deserved holiday in Bali with his partner, who works as a geneticist and has encouraged him to do a DNA test and build our family tree. My mother's grandmother has Sioux lineage, and her father's family is a mixture of European and South American roots. He hasn’t told our parents yet, he wants to surprise them for their twenty-fifth wedding anniversary.

"Heidii-" Allie shrieks like a banshee, jolting me back to reality. My heart thrashes in my chest as I jump to my feet and rush into the hall to check what is going on.

"What? Are you okay?"

Bobbing her head in agreement, she demands, "Have you seen my pink sweater?" I purse my lips, glaring at her with disbelief. I'm going to kill her.

"Damn it, you scared me to death, Allie. I thought something happened to you. What pink sweater?" She raises her shoulders, smiling at me apologetically.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. You know, my favorite one with the zipper in the back." I continue staring at her, wondering why on earth she didn't come to knock on my door instead of screaming bloody murder.

"Apology accepted. Anyway, if you're asking me if I borrowed it while you were away, then the answer is no. Have you checked your laundry basket?" I cock my head, surveying her with a questioning squint.

"Yes, I did. Come to think of it, a few months ago, I couldn't find my new lace panties I bought from the fetish store. It was as if they vanished. Now, my sweater. Have you noticed if any of your clothes are missing?"

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