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I sniffed, looking away. “Whatever.”
He caught my chin and turned me to look up at him. “Not ‘whatever’. I’ll spend the rest of my life proving it to you if I have to. Despite what that asshole said, I’ll never throw you away. You’re precious. Priceless. So…” he continued, suddenly changing course. “Is it…because I’m black?”
My eyes went wide with horror. “No! God, I’m not like that!”
“I know,” he reassured me. “Then…if it’s not my looks, my brains or the sex and you didn’t want to leave, then it must be the BDSM.”
As if that were inconsequential, he started pushing the clothes from my body. His lips caressed me while he worked his way to my breast. And bit.
I cried out, arching my back, while he held down my wrists. Pleasure flooded me, and my cunt started to pulse.
“You don’t like this?” he asked then bit me again.
Not like it? I loved it. “It’s fine.”
“Fine?” He chuckled. “Tell me what you don’t like.”
“I’ve, um, seen stuff. Heard of it really. Gross things.”
“I don’t do gross things. No bodily functions,” he said, his nose wrinkling. “And no blood. No cutting. No strangulation—but a little breath control like last night.”
“That was okay.”
“I thought it was fucking great.”
“Yeah, it was fucking great,” I agreed.
“No mummifications. No cutting off circulation with rope—not on purpose.” He rose and removed his clothes. Anxiously, I removed the rest of mine, too. I
did
want to be with him. We’d started off with such a bang and been off so fast, I hadn’t known what was happening or what to expect.
“I was scared,” I admitted.
“Of me?”
“No. Well, yeah. Sort of.”
“Definitive.”
I made a face at him. “You’re so…intense. Dominate—yeah, I know. You’re a Dom. Goes with the territory. But…I’ve never called anyone Master.”
“You’ll never call anyone else that, slave,” he said.
I bit my lip and swallowed. I was naked in his bed again, but if I said that, there was no escape. “How did you know I’d run?” I sidetracked.
“Mrs. Fitch had to come back for her list. I’d told her you would be here all day, so when she saw you leaving in a cab, she called me. I guessed where you went, and since I knew Tom had called in, I didn’t waste any time coming to find you.”
“Thank goodness.”
“Quite.” He stared down at me. “I want to tie you up and fuck you until you scream for me.”
I raised my arms above my head and crossed my wrists. “Do it,” I saXar flid. My chest rose and fell rapidly while I waited.
Jayson grinned and cupped my breasts, squeezing the mounds. “I’m gonna clamp these,” he announced. His eyes had grown dark with promises of how he’d use my body.
Excitement slid through me. I wanted it. I wanted him to use me—but only him. Just him. Maybe that was what I’d needed to realize. It’d been less than a day, and people would say I was a fool for jumping into this, but I knew this was right, just as much as he claimed it was. Jayson was my destiny. Maybe, it wouldn’t last as long as he said it would, and it would hurt if it didn’t, but I wanted this while I could have it. But maybe, just maybe, it
would
last.
And my body and soul would be his.
His hand stroked down my abdomen to cup my pussy, and one long finger pushed inside. “So fucking wet,” he groaned. “You’re so fucking wet.” His lips brushed my ear. “Because you’re my fuck slut, aren’t you.”
“Only if you fuck me.”
“You might not be able to walk tomorrow.” Straddling me, he reached for the drawer next to the bed then paused. I followed his gaze to see him staring at the ring. He picked it up and turned back to me. Slowly, he pushed it back onto my hand. “Never off your finger. I want everyone to know you’re mine.”
He went back for the drawer and pulled out leather cuffs. With quick movements, he had them fastened around my wrists then clipped into a ring hidden in the headboard. I stared nervously at the clamps he brought out a moment later. My breast seemed so swollen; I couldn’t imagine those on me.
“No,” I shook my head.
“Yes. It’ll hurt, but it’ll be worth it,” he said.
To who? I wondered.
“I promised not to damage you. I never promised there’d be no pain.”
I screeched when he pinched the first nipple clip into place. My vision dimmed while I tried to breathe through the pain lancing my breast. Before I recovered, he had the second in place.
“So beautiful,” he told me as
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