Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 67211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 67211 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 336(@200wpm)___ 269(@250wpm)___ 224(@300wpm)
“Axle,” she whispers.
“Sir.”
“Sir, I…” her voice trails off and I give her a hard look. If she doesn’t want me to do something, she safewords. If she doesn’t, I’ll have to teach her.
I sit on the bench in front of her and eye her pointed nipples against her dress. The dress has to go. I reach for the hem and lift it up. “Up you go.” I guide her arms up and strip her. Folding it, I place it on the bench next to me.
“Good,” I approve. “Now the bra.”
She unclasps her hands and reaches for the bra, her hands trembling, but it’s hard on her knees to get it right.
“Hands back in position,” I instruct, then I reach down and unfasten the bra at her back. Her full, voluptuous breasts swing free. I stifle a groan at the sight of those dusky pink nipples, impossibly more beautiful and tempting than ever, the hardened nipples that beckon me to lick and suckle and nip them. Cupping one breast in hand, I lean down and run my tongue along the peak of the other. Her head drops back, and she moans, melting into my mouth. I reward her with my fingers at her pussy, and when I feel her wet folds, I stroke her as a reward for being such a good girl. She’s primed now. Perfect.
Too soon, I tear my hands away and take out the nipple clamps. I keep my eyes on hers when I fasten the clamps. The coated lavender metal hangs in a loop connecting the two clamps. With a gently swipe, I pull the chain, causing the clamps to tweak her nipples. Chandra whimpers and her shoulders rise, mouth parted.
“Just like that,” I tell her. “Keep position.”
Running a finger along the metal edge of the chain that binds the clamps, I let the gentle sway of metal tug them. I fastened them firmly enough to stay but gentle enough that they won’t harm the tender skin. When I tug a little harder, she hisses and rises, but when I bend down and smack my palm against her ass, she falls back in position. I hold the jeweled plug up for her to see.
She swears under her breath, which earns her a good, hard swat to the ass. She quiets.
What happens when she leaves here today? Will she come back like she did last night, and give her submission to someone who isn’t worthy of it? Hell, I’m not worthy of it, and here she kneels, naked, and vulnerable, and the safeword hasn’t left her lips.
I hate the idea of her submitting to someone else. If another man lays eyes upon her when she’s vulnerable and split open, I can’t hold myself accountable for what I’ll do.
I want her to safeword. I want her to know she doesn’t have to take what I give her, and that when it’s too much she has the power to stop me. There’s almost nothing on her hard limits, but hell, there should be. No one should take advantage of her. She controls the power here with her consent, and hell if I’m going to let her fall into this without knowing exactly what she’s getting into.
“Exam table, Chandra.”
She blinks.
“Exam table?” she repeats.
I feel my lips thin in disapproval. I don’t want her repeating the instructions, I want her moving. I can feel anticipation weaving its way through me and I’m so damn hard it aches, but I have to keep myself calm and in control.
It isn’t her fault she’s desperate for domination.
It’s mine for showing her this to begin with.
But hell, the girl needs to know what could happen to her.
Stumbling clumsily to her feet, she quickly rights herself and winces when the clamp chain swings, tugging her delicate nipples. I palm the weight of the chain in my hand to momentarily alleviate the pressure.
“I’m not going to warn you again to safeword,” I tell her. But hell, I just did.
She nods, and there’s something in her eyes that puts me back years. She’s older now, but her eyes haven’t aged, and when she looks at me like that, I’m still her secret lover, and she’s still the irresistible beauty I’d have given anything for.
That’s bullshit. You wouldn’t give anything for her. You left her.
But it was for her own good.
Her own good, or yours?
I silence the mental berating with force, focusing on what I need to do next.
Her steps are lazy and slow, as she eyes the paper-covered table with apprehension.
“Sir?” She bites her lip and gives me a sidelong glance.
“Yes?” God, I love when she calls me that.
“What happens on that table?” she asks.
“No exam tables in your books, Chandra?” I know I’m borderline mocking, but I want her afraid.
She shakes her head, thick dark hair tumbling about her bare shoulders. But the movement makes the clamps swing and she winces a little.