Page 83 of The Sadist and the Brat

When he touched it, she froze. “No.” She shook her head, sending her hair flying, her eyes wide with fear. “Don’t, please don’t.”

“They have to come off,” he reminded her, anticipation rising even as he sought to soothe. “You know that, Sadie.”

She let out an anguished cry, tears making her eyes shimmer. “Jack.”

“I know, darling,” he crooned, sliding his fingers into position on the clamp. “I know.”

“Do it fast, okay?” A single tear spilled down her cheek. “Please do it fast.”

He pushed to his feet and leaned over to lick the tear from her cheek. “I will, I promise.” He slipped his thumb up to her clit, pressed down, and looked deep into her begging eyes. “Breathe deep, Sadie.”

He waited until she’d obeyed, sucking in a hard, shaky breath, and popped open the first clamp.

He was so close, barely a breath away, so he saw the first flare of relief. Then the pain hit, agony firing in her eyes, and she opened her mouth to scream.

He kissed her, swallowing her frantic cries, pinning her with his body as she writhed. Pressed against her he could feel the frantic beat of her heart, every pulse and spasm of pain, and when her pussy contracted once again around his fingers, nearly came in his pants.

He kept his mouth on hers when he released the second clamp, savoring the guttural groan that rumbled up through her chest. He released her mouth and leaned back to spring the third and watched her come again. She was still coming when the fourth fell away, and he didn’t think he’d ever seen a more beautiful sight.

When her pussy stopped pulsing around his fingers, he pulled them out and reached for the plug still nestled between her spread cheeks. She gave a helpless little moan and shivered when it slipped free, her open cunt spasming anew, and he found himself wishing he’d pulled it while he’d been releasing the clamps. Next time, he thought and dropped to his knees to untie her legs.

Her breath was coming in raspy little moans, her body limp and unresisting while he worked, and her eyes, wide and frantic during her orgasms, had drifted shut. When the ropes fell away from her left leg, he straightened it gently, hooking her knee over his shoulder for support, and went to work on the right.

When it was free and draped over his shoulder, he ran his hands up her thighs. The rope had dug furrows into her supple flesh, but they would fade. Moving slowly, giving her muscles time to adjust, he eased her feet to the ground. Her eyes fluttered open, her eyes searching him out as he leaned over her to undo the wrist cuffs.

“Jack?”

“I’m here,” he assured her and, slipping his hands under her, drew her slowly to a sitting position. “Move slowly now, there’s no rush.”

She made a little humming sound in the back of her throat, like a satisfied cat. “Jack.”

“I’ve got you.” He kept his hands on her back for support. He suspected if he let go, she’d simply pour onto the floor like a spilled drink.

“You sure do,” she said, and she sounded so pleased that he looked up.

Her eyes were surprisingly alert—a little swollen from the tears, a little hazy from the orgasm, but tracking well enough. Still, she swayed in his hold, and wore the soft, goofy smile of the very drunk—or of a submissive riding one hell of an endorphin buzz.

“Feeling good?” he asked.

“Yep,” she said, smacking her lips so they popped on the end of the word. “Golly, you’re cute.”

He stifled a snort. “Is that right?”

“When you don’t have resting dick face,” she amended and grinned when he barked out a laugh. “But even when you do, it’s pretty hot.”

“I’m glad to hear it,” he said, still chuckling. “Can you stand up?”

“Prolly. I think my legs work,” she said cheerfully, and kicked out a foot to demonstrate. “Oops, sorry.”

He grunted and shifted to pull her foot out of his armpit. “It’s fine.”

“Good thing that wasn’t between your legs,” she pointed out, and kicked out her other foot to connect solidly with his elbow. “I’d hate to hurt your dick.”

“That makes two of us,” he assured her, and to save his body any more bruises, rose to his feet, sliding his hands down to grasp hers. “Let’s try standing, all right?”

Agreeable, she staggered to her feet. “See? Told ya.”

“So you did.” He wrapped an arm around her and tucked her close, not wanting to take a chance on a fall. “How about a hot shower?”

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