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I took hold of one areola with finger and thumb, and n
udged my thigh onto her slit. Pleasure and pain, always.

A
s I opened the jaws of the forceps, I warned her. “Keep still.” Her little step backward got her nowhere. “You can’t leave. I’ve got this.” Her nipple stretched in my grip and went no further. Despite her struggles, the steel jaws closed. The ratchet engaged.

Click. Click
. A precision medical instrument. Exquisite pain.
Click.
Her loud squeaks made my already hard cock poke into my pants. I adjusted my length and an idea surfaced.

Why not? This wasn’t a
playground. I unzipped myself, but left the button done up, then went around behind her, and shoved my cock between her legs.

Bliss.
Her thighs were slick with her arousal. When I paused, halfway along, her inner thighs shook. I nudged along the seam, pressing upward, feeling the head dipping ever so slightly into her entrance. Agonizing but amazing. How I wanted to fuck her properly. She tilted her pelvis back at me.

No condoms of course, but I’d been made to get tes
ts prior to working for Vetrov. Why weren’t they worried about pregnancy? This wasn’t the time. Figure it out later.

My smile was probably evil.

“Want me in there?”


Nuh-uh.” But she gave a small, strangled grunt when I poked at her, and bowed her head. I loved those sexy, funny noises that turned-on women made.

“Going som
ewhere?”

I
trapped her with my hand in a
V
under her jaw. Smelled her neck and bit back a groan.
Mine.
That thought was getting louder. I teased her some more, sliding my thick cock back and forth, in that slippery valley down here.

“Like being caught, hey? By a big bad man?”

When she choked out a
no
, I laughed. I dragged her pussy lips apart with both hands so I could fake fuck her better. Slippery, wet pussy. I closed my eyes to
feel
.

Wait.
I had the second forceps in my pocket. Even better. Peering over her shoulder, I pinched her other nipple flat. In tiny increments, I squeezed in the forceps, stopping at the second click.

For a few seconds, her
screeches threatened to crack glass, going high pitched and desperate. But still she rocked her body against me.

“Conflicted, much?”
I kissed her ear, bit it, then I tapped the forceps to make her breasts wiggle. More of her juices moistened my cock.

Getting bound and flogged
had turned her on. Pain too, most likely.

I frowned. Regret pinned my thoughts for a moment. I rested my forehead in her hair
, listening to her, avoiding looking at the window opposite.

What I could do with you if I had you for real.
Sad.

It wasn’t to be.

Taking my cock in hand, I tucked it away, and zipped up. It took a ton of effort, but I managed. Sweat sheened her body and wet my shirt where I’d leaned on her. My own sweat dribbled down the side of my face. I wiped it away with my forearm.

Red lines crisscrossed her body. My fingers
sifted over raised welts, felt the heat.

I
stood before her, studying her succulent, panting mouth and I rested my knuckle across it.

“Lick me. Suck it inside.”

Such hesitation. In the tiny movements of her facial muscles I saw how bothered she was by my command – in the wrinkling of her forehead, in the twitch of mouth.

This wasn’t part of the deal, I knew that. Pain and fucking, sure, but this was a
direct command...akin to domination. “Take it.”

Her tongue emerged and she licked me once
, then her head dipped. Her lips softly enclosed my knuckle. I felt my eyes widen and I memorized the look on her face.

I’d never been a Dom to
Elenor. But in Jazmine, hell, I saw the possibility written in sweat and tears. If only we were free. If only.

I
removed my finger and ran my hands over her, stopping at her hips. “I’m going to make you come now, after I make you hurt some more.”

“No, please
. Not more pain.” The frown showed above the blindfold. She shook her head. In the leather of the straitjacket, her arms writhed as if to break free. “Let me go! Please?”


Shh. I can’t.” My mean side wrestled with my good. Mean won. Besides, I knew I hadn’t done enough.

I strode to the pile and fished out the crop. I beat her ass and thighs and pussy until her lower lips were as pink and engorged as
seemed possible in a woman. I beat her until she was squeaking and dancing. Until she was pressing forward, eager and writhing, into the whack of the crop.

Ready. Ever so ready.

The next three strikes smacked dead center onto her clit.

Entranced, I watched her squirm for a fraction longer.

Every visible muscle on her body strained. She cried out, arching so hard her weight took her off her feet and left her swinging with only the chains keeping her upright.


One more.” I drew back my arm and thudded the crop squarely onto where I could see her little swollen clit peeking from her folds. Her screams as she came kept going for some time. Unblinking, I drank them in.

Like water to a
thirsty man. Like meat to a lion.
Be still my fucking beating heart.

Her last noises died
away and she hung in the chains and ropes.

Strait jackets
, I decided, had definite advantages, but I’d gotten side-tracked. I hadn’t made her scream enough, had I? Not painful ones.
Shit.

I swept aside my sweat-sodden
hair then I undid the last buttons on my damp shirt, peeled it off, and dropped it to the floor.

I hadn’t fucked her
. Neither had I drawn blood.

Was the mic really that good? I leaned in so my mouth was a half inch from her ear.

“What happens next, you may not like.”

Her head r
ose as she searched for me, as if she could see through the cloth. I wasn’t sure why I’d told her that. Hadn’t I decided it was kinder if she didn’t know what was coming?

I
took the forceps off her nipples then I reached around and undid the knot. Without the blindfold, her eyes were on mine in an instant.

It was several seconds before she figured out how to talk. “Why
...why’d you take it off?”

She was as puzzled as I
.

Then I knew.

“Because.” I thumbed her lower lip, rolling it out until I could see her teeth. The tears on her cheek drew me and I wiped them away. “I’m done with pretending.”

I ha
dn’t blindfolded her to be nice. I’d done it to hide my nastier side. My sadism wasn’t all there was to me, but it was me. I’d be lying if I said otherwise.

The wh
ip was the surest way.

With one
strike, I had her shrieking, with the fifth, I had blood shining in the mark. I turned her so her back was on display to the client and retied her to the chains. I’d meant to try to deceive, to smear the blood. There was no point to that when it was plentiful.

Control
, I reminded myself.
Remember to stop.

My never-ending question popped up.
Was I liking this too much?

I swallowed and answered myself. Probably.

 

Chapter
9

Everywhere hurt, but my back and thighs
had been fucking napalmed.

My last scre
am seemed to have scorched the air itself. The echoes rang in my ears long after I’d stopped and all I was doing was panting and hissing through bared teeth and hoarse throat.

A few times, I’d forgotten to breathe.

“Fuck you. Fuck you. Fuck you.” My swearing was aimed at Pieter now, not the unseen Gregor.

He’d stopped pretending.
Hah. I’d thought that funny for all of twenty seconds. Then the little whip had uncurled in his hand like an obedient snake.

The first hit had been a revelation.
Many of the subsequent hits hadn’t been as bad because he’d varied the power, but enough of them, definitely enough. I suppose it might have been a plan to stretch this out so Gregor was happy. I still hated him.

Pieter came to my front and flicked out the whip so it tapped my
stomach. “It’s done.”

“Fuck
.” I gasped then closed my eyes. “Thank god.” My sniffling might be blatant weakness but so had been the shrieking and the pleas for him to stop. “Then you can let me go.”

A sound made me open my eyes. He was before me, one step away.

“No. Now I get to fuck you.”

Somehow, despite the others watching, he’d given me the best orgasms of my life.
The only ones with a man. That they’d come simultaneously with pain was mind-bending.

I’d wavered in and out of a strange stat
e where nothing existed but him manipulating me, doing whatever he wanted to my body. He’d made me his puppet. The intensity of that sheer dominance as well as the fiery throb and bite of the instruments he’d used had sent me reeling. Nothing had mattered except what he did.

Now he’d ceased, I could recognize it for what it was –
devastating and damn scary. Every time my back pulsed with fire, I was reminded of that.

With Gregor, I knew what he was –
pure evil. Pieter had sneaked in and taken over when I thought he was on my side. I’d been ready to bear whatever pain he dished out. But not this, and he still wasn’t letting me go.

“You hurt me so much. They won’t mind if we don’t...fuck.”
I hated how small and desperate my voice sounded.

The speaker buzzed and I flinched, but no one spoke.

“Shh. Stop talking. It’s not worth the risk.”

“You’re talking!”

“I think they like it if I threaten you. Don’t you?” He yelled the last words.

After a second came, “Agreed. We are finding this quite amusing. Keep going.”

I flicked my gaze, as if to look over my shoulder. I’d almost convinced myself we weren’t really being watched.

Pieter grabbed my chin
, crowded in. “Here. Me. I’m the one fucking you.”

I stared back, wondering who he truly was inside.
Those brown eyes concealed something far more sinister than the average man. All my boyfriends had been wimps compared to him. He dwarfed them in height and muscle but also in something I’d always run a mile from – that
me, Tarzan, you, Jane
attitude.

I tried to shake loose his hold on my mouth but he only narrowed his eyes. “What are you thinking?”

“Nothing.” That I’d been right to run from men like this.

He scared me.
Yet something about how he held my face was so personal that whenever I relaxed the slightest I felt my sense of danger slipping away. And that was dangerous in itself. I resisted.


Ja
, the things I would do to you,
meisie
,” he murmured. “’Meisie’ means girl, in case you wonder.”

I squirmed, the teensiest amount.

It wasn’t the Afrikaans word for girl that was making me wonder. He’d already done more than was sane. What else did he want to do to me?

This wasn’t just Gregor’s game anymore.

My nipples were rubbing on his chest sending crazy, hot signals to my sex. The ache between my legs intensified, intermingling with the throb from the whip marks. The aftermath of the pain was...distracting. Strangely sexual.

I
wrenched my mind back on track and prayed he had no idea how his punishment was affecting me.
Scary Tarzan, remember?

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