Page 57 of The Sadist and the Brat

He leaned into her, forcing her back against the bed, his dick like a brand against her skin. “A tabby?”

He was so close she could count his eyelashes, his breath hot on her face. “Declawed,” she breathed, and snapped her teeth as close to his nose as she dared.

He jerked back, a look of stunned shock on his face, which was highly satisfying. But his hands jerked back too, yanking her tits with them. She yelped and stumbled forward, her arms jerking painfully when the chains brought her up short.

“Serves you right,” he ground out, and shoved her back. He let go of her breasts, but her relief was short lived when he picked up the chain connecting the clamps and yanked it up. She yelped again as the dull throb in her nipples morphed into screaming agony, and it took her a second to notice the chain he held in front of her face.

“Open,” he demanded.

There was only one reason he would be asking her to open her mouth, and she wanted no part of it. “No.”

He slapped her breasts, first the left then the right, hard and fast. “I said open your mouth, Sadie.”

Tears sprang to her eyes, blurring her vision, but still she shook her head.

“If you don’t open your mouth,” he warned in a low rasp, “I’m going to torture your tits until you beg, then jerk off on them and leave you with your hands tied all night so you can’t reach that need, greedy, wet as the fucking Everglades pussy.”

Oh, my God.“What?”

“You heard me.” He raised one dark eyebrow. “Well?”

“I hate you,” she whispered, torn between wanting to avoid the pain and needing the orgasm they’d been working toward all night.

He smiled, a full beard-twitching, eye-crinkling grin of pure delight. “I know. Now for the last time, open your fucking mouth.”

She swallowed hard and parted her lips.

“Wider.”

Glaring, she obeyed, and he slipped the chain between her lips. “Close,” he ordered, and she did.

“Good girl,” he said, his eyes glittering with satisfaction and heat and so much lust it almost stopped her heart. “Keep that chain between those pretty cock-sucking lips, now.”

“Or what?” she mumbled, the tang of metal on her tongue.

He bent to brush his lips across her ear. “Or I’ll cut those pretty tits to ribbons,” he whispered, then turned and walked back to the duffel on the floor.

He wouldn’t, she told herself, watching the muscles in his ass flex when he crouched to rummage through the bag. She’d very clearly stated on her limits list that while she was good with knife play, anything beyond a scratch was a hard limit. And James was there, making sure Jack followed the rules. But as threats went, it had teeth, and though part of her was tempted to drop the chain just to see what he’d do, she kept it clamped between her teeth and concentrated on breathing.

Her ass was on fire, her nipples throbbing. Every beat of her heart deepened the torment, the pain bringing with it an almost unbearable pleasure. It was the fly in the ointment, the wrench in the works, because while she could manage the pain, push past the ache and the burn, her throbbing clit and the deep, insistent ache deep inside were too big, too heavy to ignore.

Still, she tried. She couldn’t help it, the wanting to win, even though her body was screaming for her to give in. If she gave in there would be relief, and pleasure. If she stopped fighting, he’d fuck her, spear her pussy with his thick, heavy cock. The pain would intensify the orgasm that she knew was coming, and the orgasm would erase the pain, at least for a little while. She’d be feeling it tomorrow, and probably every time she sat down for the next few days, but for those brief, blissful moments, it wouldn’t matter.

She was so caught up in the inner battle she didn’t see him until he was on top of her again, his face so close she could taste his breath. She blinked to bring him into focus, gasping in shock and pain when his hands clamped onto her ass and lifted her.

“Don’t lose that fucking chain,” he warned her, stepping between her legs. His cock dragged against the soft skin of her thigh, the rub of latex making her wince, then he was shoving into her, hot and hard and heavy, going balls-deep in a single thrust that would’ve had her singing hallelujahs if she’d had any breath left in her lungs.

“Jesus,” he ground out, fingers digging into her ass. He held her still while he pulled back, dragging his cock through her tender, swollen channel, and shoved forward again.

She cried out, and the chain slipped from her teeth to rest on her bottom lip.

“You just can’t fucking follow directions, can you?” He shifted his grip, angling her hips, and on instinct she lifted her legs to wrap them around his waist.

Struggling to think through the flood of sensation, she licked her lips, pushing the chain down to her chin. “You’re not the boss of me.”

He laughed, a genuine burst of humor that made his cock dance inside her. “You don’t think so?”

She shook her head, the chain slipping down to pool at the base of her throat. His dick felt huge inside her, stretching her wide, and she wanted to move—rub against it, ride it, use it to make herself come—but he wasn’t moving, and he was holding her too tightly for her to do it.

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