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Darla’s eyes widened as his intent became clear. “Kon, wait!” She struggled against her bonds, eyeing the bauble as if it were a rattlesnake. “No, no, no, no, no... I don’t think I’m ready for this. I
know
I’m not ready for this.”

“After what you’ve already endured today, you balk at a little nipple action?” He tugged the rosy peak, readying it for the metal clip, fueling both her desire and her trepidation.

“This isn’t the same,” she said. “This is... I’m very sensitive there.”

“What did I tell you about whining?” He flipped open the earring’s spring backing, making her jump. His grin was impish. “You’re just trying to find out what I meant by more imaginative punishments, aren’t you, you little scamp?”

“For God’s sake, Kon, those things aren’t made to hang from nipples.”

“Yeah, and wooden rulers aren’t made to whack your juicy little twat. But you liked it. How do you know you won’t like this?”

“Can’t—can’t we start with something easier?” She squinted past the lights and spotted rows of rope against one wall, displaying photographic prints held in place by clothespins. “A clothespin! That has to be better than...than that thing.”

One satanic eyebrow arched. “Why, because it’s made of wood? Think about it, Darla—how strong the spring has to be for a clothespin to hold up wet laundry. This baby, on the other hand—” he tested the spring clasp with his thumbnail “—is at least intended for human flesh. Of course, if you’d rather start with a clothespin—”

“No!” Darla’s heart was a wild thing trying to hammer its way out of her rib cage.

“I thought you’d come around,” he said. “Such a sensible woman.”

Darla held her breath as he positioned the decorative disk over her nipple and slowly released the spring clasp under it. She gasped as cold metal clamped down on the sensitive bud, and gasped again when he released the earring, letting its full weight pull on her nipple.

She looked down at herself, at the gleaming brass disk, the shiny beads shivering and tinkling with each ragged breath. It hurt, yes, the sensation sharp and insistent but not
too
painful. She watched helplessly as Kon attached the other earring. He flicked the beads on both and she stiffened with a little moan, of pain or pleasure she couldn’t say. Kon watched her closely, and she knew he saw everything, every nuance of feeling, physical and mental. She could hold nothing back.

If Darla weren’t tied to the column, she’d be free to pluck the maddening things off her nipples and end the sensual torment. As it was, she could only endure it, for as long as it pleased Kon. She felt like a pagan offering, her naked body bound, adorned, displayed for the enjoyment of others.

For her own enjoyment, too, if she was being honest with herself. It shouldn’t turn her on to be used this way, but God help her, it did. Every breath reinforced the constriction of the ropes, the bite of the little brass jaws, the weight of the beads tugging at her nipples. Her pussy felt engorged, painfully empty. Had she ever been this aroused?

Darla’s eyes squeezed shut as she fought to calm herself. The first
click
of the camera shutter snapped them open. “Oh God...” She’d almost forgotten the purported reason for the elaborate pose—sexy pictures of herself. For Brian. This went way beyond what she’d hand in mind when she’d sought out Konrad Drummond, master photographer.

Click. Click. Click. Click.
She struggled against the ropes, averted her face from the camera as Kon circled her, photographing her from different angles, at one point climbing onto the stepladder for a loftier perspective.

Darla’s face felt scalded, flushed with mingled need and shame. “Kon... please!”

He paused, lowering the camera from his face. He waited.

She swallowed hard. He would stop. They both knew, all she had to do was ask. He’d stop it all. Erase the pictures he’d taken. Untie her. Hand her her clothes and watch her walk out of there.

They stared at each other for endless moments. She swallowed hard. “I... I could never show these pictures to—”

“I know,” Kon said, so quickly she wondered if he didn’t, after all, want to know her fiancé’s name. How much easier it must be to deal with the existence of some anonymous “Mr. Right” than a real, live man with a name. How much easier to ignore that man’s claim on the woman you’ve come to...

Care about? Darla gave herself a mental shake. She was nothing to Kon, nothing beyond a convenient plaything. An afternoon’s diversion. Plus, in her case, a bit of pocket money. She was delusional if she let herself believe otherwise.

Kon set the camera on the ladder, picked up another length of rope and approached her, never breaking eye contact. Finally he lowered his gaze to her breasts. He lifted the beads. “Do they hurt?”

“A little.” Her voice sounded breathless to her own ears. Her breasts rose and fell, and the rhythmic tugging maddened her. “It... it feels...” She took a deep breath and admitted, “I can’t describe it, but... I like it.”

His eyes, when they met hers, were smoky, the pupils dilated. “I thought you would.” His cock stood stiff and glistening mere inches from her drenched flesh. The sight of it made her squirm in frustration. “Open your legs,” he said.

Just hearing the words made her pussy clench. She obeyed.

“Wider,” he barked, snapping the looped rope between his fists.

She struggled to spread her legs, knowing the bright photographic lights revealed everything, every pulse of her swollen flesh, every drop of desire. She was on the verge of begging him to end her torment, to let her come, when he touched the bundle of rope between her legs. It felt hot from his hands, deliciously abrasive. He pressed it between the lips and dragged it over the swollen nub. She cried out, her hips jerking to meet it.

“You’re so responsive,” he murmured, stroking the rope up, then down, again and again. Darla writhed, trying in vain to intensify the rough caress. “So deliciously responsive,” he added. “I’ll bet he hasn’t a clue. Your Mr. Right.”

Why should Brian have a clue about Darla’s sexuality? Until she’d met Kon, she herself had no idea about her own needs, her desires, the many surprising dimensions of her sexual self.

Abruptly Kon tossed the rope aside. Hot color suffused his face. His movements were harsh and jerky as he untied the rope binding her waist and tossed it away. He pushed down on her shoulders and on the rope binding her wrists, forcing her to her knees while her arms remained bound behind her. Her thighs were still spread, her feet flanking the column.

Kon was anything but gentle as he grasped her jaw. “Suck it,” he growled, pressing the purple head of his penis past her lips. Eagerly she took him into her mouth and felt his fingers tighten on her scalp. “Harder. Like that. Take it deeper.” He pumped his hips, skewering her mouth, grinding into her.

She sucked him deeper than she’d thought possible, reveling in his taste, in the satin hardness of him, in the animal groans that greeted every thrust of his cock. His pleasure was a live thing, a wild, untamed thing that had broken free of its leash. Clearly, he rode the razor’s edge of control. She’d done that to him, and the knowledge inflamed her.

He planted his feet wider and fucked her mouth in earnest. His fingers gripped her skull, tipping her head. “Swallow it,” he growled. Moments later, his back arched and a hoarse cry tore loose from his chest. His hips snapped as he shot his come into her throat.

They were both left shaken and drained. Kon started to pull away, but Darla moved with him, drawing him back into her mouth. He groaned. His grasp eased, and his fingers skated over her face as she caressed him with tongue and lips, confident she could bring that glorious cock to full attention once more.

It happened sooner than she’d expected. His penis stirred as she sucked him. Within a minute he was completely erect. Kon chuckled. “You’re pretty proud of yourself, aren’t you?”

Darla glanced up at him with smiling eyes, even as she licked and teased his twitching cock. She
was
proud, a novel feeling to associate with sex, at least for her. She decided she liked it.

Kon pulled away—successfully this time—and helped her to stand. He ran his hands over her arms, still tied behind the column, and asked if they were sore. When she said no, he tugged on the earrings dangling from her nipples. “What about these?”

Her breath caught in her throat, and her pussy throbbed. “It’s... ohhh... it’s a good kind of pain,” she admitted.

“Like the ruler?” He offered a devilish smile. She returned it.

“Like the ruler.”

Kon bent to run his tongue over and around the brass disk and its cruel little clamp. Darla moaned as pleasure-pain shot straight to her clitoris. He said, “I need to be inside you when these come off.” He kneed her legs open and lifted her hips, pushing into her in one fierce lunge.

“
Yes!
” Darla cried, locking her legs around him. Her head whipped from side to side as he rammed into her, the column quaking with each savage thrust. “Yes, Kon, oh God, oh yes!”

Kon paused, his cock buried to the hilt, his balls nestled against Darla’s ass. Supporting her with one hand, he brought the other to her breast. His eyes glittered with a strange intensity as he grasped the beaded ropes of one earring and slowly pulled. And didn’t stop.

Darla’s back bowed and she emitted a series of sharp cries. The pleasure and the pain reached their zenith when the little clamp finally snapped free. She moaned as blood flow returned to the tip of her breast, and moaned louder when Kon sucked the tender bud into his scalding mouth. Never had her nipple felt this alive, this sensitized. The remarkable feeling extended to her pussy, and she writhed on Kon’s rigid cock, knowing he felt it, too, felt her internal muscles milking him. This must be what he meant by needing to be inside her when the tormenting little playthings came off.

He bent his head to the other nipple and closed his mouth around it, earring and all. His strong tongue kneaded and explored where hard metal met delicate flesh. Darla felt the scrape of his teeth, the urgent sucking of his lips. She groaned, working herself on Kon’s steely shaft, feeling her orgasm coiling inside her like a snake, moving in for the kill.

Without warning, he yanked the earring off in one swift, startling movement. Darla came hard, in blinding waves that tossed her body like a rag doll. Kon bared his teeth, every muscle clenched, riding out her pleasure while making an obvious effort to delay his own.

Darla was gulping air, reveling in the last, lingering pulsations, when Kon withdrew from her body and stepped away.

“Wait!” she called as he stalked to a battered leather briefcase and upended it over a worktable. “What are you doing?”

The contents of the briefcase landed on the debris already heaped on the table. Photographs and candy wrappers fluttered to the floor. About a hundred bucks in loose change scattered in all directions.

Oh God
, she thought,
what now?
Handcuffs? A riding crop?

He shook the empty briefcase, peered inside it and shook it again. Something small clattered to the table. Kon hooted in triumph. “I knew you were there, you son of a bitch!” He strode back to her and displayed his treasure—a tiny tube of petroleum jelly, the kind meant to be used as lip balm.

“Uhh... my lips aren’t chapped,” Darla said.

“No, they are not.” He lifted her legs, settling her knees over his shoulders. “I think I would have noticed.”

Her eyes widened as he squirted a good-sized gob of petroleum jelly on his fingers and smoothed it over the head of his stiff cock. He squeezed out more jelly and reached under her bottom.

“Kon? Oh!” The jelly felt chilly on her anus as he rubbed it in. “What are you doing?” she asked.

“You’re a smart girl.” His finger caressed the sensitive opening before pushing inside. “I’ll bet you can figure it out.”

She tried to squirm away as a second finger joined the first, his touch careful but firm. He probed her, stretched her—preparing her, she knew, for the ultimate invasion. How could she endure it when even now she felt impossibly filled? Never had she imagined a man would try to make love to her there. Certainly Brian never would.

“I can’t do this,” she panted.

“Yes, you can.” His voice was gentle, soothing. He brushed stray hairs off her forehead. “Darla, look at me.”

“Kon...”

“Look at me.” With his free hand he cupped her chin, forcing her to obey. He searched her eyes, his expression at once tender and inflamed—and almost painfully sincere. “Do you think I’d do anything terrible to you?”

She couldn’t lie. “No.” Don’t ask her why, but she knew it in her bones.

“I want to give you pleasure in a way you’ve never experienced.” Primal male territorialism roughened his voice. “And I need to claim you where no other man has been.” He withdrew his fingers and guided his slippery cock into position. She stiffened. “Easy, sweetheart,” he said. “Remember before? How you made yourself relax?”

“But that was only your finger.” Darla suddenly wished her arms were free.

“I won’t do it until you’re ready. I promise.” Kon nudged the constricted opening, pressing a little harder each time, all the while murmuring words of tenderness and reassurance. True to his word, he was patient, unhurried—content to wait until her body and mind were ready to accept him. He never took his eyes from hers, watching as arousal and sensual curiosity overrode her initial fear, seeming to sense just the right moment to—

Darla gasped as he breached her body there, in her most private place. The sensation wasn’t at all what she’d expected. It felt like his penis had grown even larger, filling and stretching her to the limit and beyond. Mostly it felt as if he possessed her, wholly and absolutely. She was his.

He withdrew a little and pressed deeper, again and again. She panted and whimpered his name and found herself rocking in time to his movements. Those peaked eyebrows grew more satanic still as he smiled, looking down. “It can’t be too terrible for you,” he teased, and she knew he saw what his skillful ass-fucking had done to her. She felt her juices trickling and was relieved when he shifted her weight onto one hand, thinking he meant to pleasure her with the other. Instead he reached around the column and released the knots binding her wrists. He placed her right hand between her legs.