Page 16 of Tempted

“Oh.” The word was hollow as it left his lips.

A small voice in the back of my head whispered,you done fucked up.

A humorless smile curved Hugh’s lips. It was clear how precarious my position was.

Immediately, I started to backpedal.

“Wait. W-wait.” I wasn’t sure what to say.

“I’m afraid you’re all out of freebies, Denise.” He sounded disappointed, but the fact that he was rock hard said otherwise. Hugh caught my glance down and laughed again. “First, let’s address your requests. Untie you?” he chuckled. “No. Fuck you? Oh, absolutely not.”

Hugh reached down out of sight for a moment before he popped back up. His hands went to my bra, caressing the fabric before a pair of scissors came into view and cut through the fabric, freeing my breasts.

“Oh. Muthafucka!” I said before I could stop myself. I’m all for fun and games, but I loved that bra.

Hugh watched me, contemplating. After a few moments, his thumb traced my lip.

“Second, remind me: what are your safe words?”

I hesitated. This was unfamiliar territory. I wanted this, more than I could even begin to make sense of, but this was an out.A way to enjoy him and what he had to offer, find the passion between us in a way I was used to. But that wasn’t the Denise that walked into this room. This Denny was all about thrill and feeling wanted. And what I wanted was to surrender.

That Denny replied, “Grapefruit for slow, habanero for stop.”

“And what did we say about bad girls, Denise?” he asked, his tone overly patient.

“They get punished,” I replied, squirming, knowing that I couldn’t get away.

“Right. Now, would you say that you’re being a bad girl, Denise?”

He was clearly torturing me, drawing out the anticipation of whatever he had planned, and I was at his mercy.

“Maybe?” I replied, watching as his smile disappeared. He stared at me, while his touch on my mouth remained gentle. After a few seconds, I couldn’t help but fill the silence. “Yes.”

“Yes.” He agreed, his fingers moving down my chest, circling my nipple. “And bad girls get?”

My stomach somersaulted.

“Punished.”

Hugh gripped my nipple tight between two fingers and twisted, slowly. I jerked against him as the pain increased and gritted my teeth.

When he let go, a rush of endorphins flooded through me. I moaned and squirmed while Hugh stood back, watching me writhe in front of him.

His mouth grabbed the nipple he had just freed, his tongue lapping gently at its peak. His fingers grabbed my other nipple and repeated the same slow, painful twist.

This time he bit and pulled the nipple he’d so lovingly caressed. I cried out, shutting my eyes and focused on breathing through the pain.

When he switched breasts, I tried to squirm away, but he only quickened his twists. The heady mix of pain and pleasure was unbearable. I squeezed my thighs together, feeling the juices dripping as I struggled to move away.

Again and again, he took turns twisting and licking until I was delirious. His teeth bit down and instead of continuing his torture on my other breast, his hand trailed down my body and found my clit.

I was so close I jerked my hips against his hands, rabid with the need to cum, needing it like I needed breath. It was just there, just out of reach, I rotated my hips in Hugh’s rhythm, feeling it teetering on the edge.

Hugh’s hand and mouth went away, and I wailed in despair. A shuddering breath caught in my chest. I was frustrated. Grapefruit, habanero, hell, all of the fruits and vegetables were on the tip of my tongue, but I bit my cheek and took deep breaths.

“Denny.” I ignored him, my eyes squeezed tight, trying to calm down the rage of hormones and emotions running rampant.

“Denise, look at me.” He was using that tone, and I knew if I didn’t do what he said, the torture would continue. I couldn’t take much more, so I swallowed my frustration and opened my eyes.

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