Page 54 of Leave Me Broken

I nod slowly. I believe him but the little girl in me is crying for him to stay right here where I can touch him.

“Take my shirt off, Payson,” he demands in a harsher voice than before. My body is shaking and my fingers trip over each button several times, but he doesn’t rush me. It’s molded to his body; I have to peel it from his shoulders just so it will fall to the ground. I bet Ash looks so sexy shirtless in the rain.

He doesn’t step away and I take advantage of it—running my hands everywhere. I love the ridges on his hard body. The way his arms feel like they were carved from granite and I can’t wrap my hands around his bicep even when I use two hands. The hair that covers his chest in the sexiest way and trails down the hard plains of his stomach. He flexes under my fingers and releases a shuttering breath when I trail over the deep v.

“The way you touch me is fucking irresistible. It’s like you’re nervous but also can’t get enough. You tremble and the way I know your eyes have lost focus, even though you cannot see me. Hmm. You have no idea what that does to me, Jailbird.

“I hate to compare you to a child when I’m holding nipple clamps in my hand.” My nipples are already painfully hard from the cold but hearing he is holding nipple clamps hardens them even more—I’m sure I could etch glass. “But your love is so childlike. You are an astonishing woman, but you cling to me like a child clings to their favorite toy.”

A small chain jingles, then his fingers graze my mouth. He must connect something because when he pulls away cold metal hangs down my chin. “The innocence your eyes hold.” He tsks. “It’s like a fucking drug, Payson. And when you call me daddy.” My scream is muffled by the ball but the pain isn’t as something hard snaps onto my left nipple. The burning continues when he doesn’t pull it off. “I want to bend you over my knee and tan your arse for making me like it so bloody much.”

He fixes the other clamp to the ball gag and wastes no time clamping that one to my right until both of my nipples are burning. The burning in the left nipple has gone down but anytime I shift or breathe too hard, the sensation starts all over again.

“You’ve turned me into this, Payson.”

I’ve stopped rubbing his body all together because any movements tug on my nipples. The rubber clamps are connected by metal chains and I worry about the lightning for a quick minute only to realize I haven’t heard thunder in the last few minutes. That could be because my blood is rushing like a river through my ears, or because the storm has moved. The rain feels lighter too.

Ash clears his throat. “Arms behind your back.”

He ties my wrists together with the harsh cables until I can’t pull them apart anymore. My chest works overtime, attempting to calm my beating heart. I hate this. I can’t touch him, I can’t see him, I can’t even talk to him if I need to.

Ash can pretty much read my mind, he grabs the sides of my face. “Calm down, Jailbird. I told you I’m not leaving. You are sitting on the car. Remember? I can’t leave without my car.”

He can’t leave without the car.

“You need to remind yourself of what is going on. The rain and cold should remind you where you are. The nipple clamps will keep you in the present and my voice will remind you who you are with. Okay? You and me, babygirl.”

Me and you.

“I’m going to take five steps away, okay?”

I whimper through the ball gag.

Ash kisses my forehead. “Maybe next time you’ll listen when I tell you not to come.”

Panic surges through my body when his warm hand disappears from my hips and I’m left wet, naked, and cold. My ass slips against the wet metal.

“Listen to my footsteps, Payson.”

The ground is wet and each step squishes under his weight. Like he said, five steps later, the footsteps stop, and his voice is farther away but not far enough to upset my abandonment issues. Yet.

“Good. Remember everything I just told you. You and me. Always you and me, Pay.”

Me and you. He can’t leave without the car. I’m at the ballpark with Ash.

My ears perk up at his zipper being pulled down. I shift and my ass slips a little more.

“Don’t fucking move.” Ash’s voice is tight and I can’t see why. Is he touching himself already? No matter how wide or narrow my eyes are, I can’t see through the red fabric. Everything is black.

Me and you. He can’t leave without the car. I’m at the ballpark.

“You looked gorgeous tonight, but you look bloody brilliant right now, babygirl.”

He has to be touching himself now. And I can’t see it.

What if someone else can? Someone else can see the most perfect man stroking his most perfect dick and I can’t.

He said the old him would fuck someone else and make me watch. Maybe he called one of them and this was his plan, but which one? Alyssa? Chanel’s not an ex but she was sure interested enough. What about Maggie? They are all in town, close enough he could have told them to be here. I don’t hear anyone else, but I can’t hear much past my accelerated breathing. Drool pools in my mouth and Ash moans loudly. Like when he’s being sucked off.

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