“I seem to recall that from last night.” He gave a self-derisive chuckle and I blushed hotly.
“Then you know I’m not okay with this.” I lifted my head from his hard chest and met his eyes.
“If it were my intention to hurt you, I wouldn’t think you would be okay.” He wiped the tears from my cheeks and gave me that smile that made my insides curl. “Outside of stretching that beautiful pussy to its limit, have I ever hurt you?”
I flushed at his blatant words. “No. But…” After what I’d seen he obviously wanted to do things that would cause me pain.
“There is no but. Yes, I want to tell you what to do, open your body to new experiences, and own everything you are. There’s a difference between that and getting off on inflicting pain for no other reason than pain’s sake.” He smiled at me again. “So, no, I’m not a sadist.”
“Then you don’t want to put a rubber ball thing in my mouth and stick needles and stuff in my body?” That’s what those pictures had shown, some of the people had even been bleeding.
Jack tossed back his head and chuckled deeply and I could only stare at him in disbelief. “No, baby. Although warming up that gorgeous little ass of yours for defying me, does have a certain appeal. And as for sticking things in you? I do enjoy playing with vibrators and other toys, but their uses would be for pleasure, not pain.”
The thought of him using that tiny little massage thing on me again made my thighs clench together, and not in a bad way. What other toys were there? My breath caught as I considered the things he might use on me.
“I can see that idea is something you’d enjoy.” Jack grinned and I knew he was reading my body signs. But how could I have been so wrong?
“You said something about clamps, though?” The extreme pictures I’d seen online with those was obviously something only a person who enjoyed inflicting pain would use.
The smile left his face, and he lifted a hand to run his fingers through his thick hair, seeming frustrated. “This is why I need your trust. Walk upstairs with me.” He lifted me off his lap, leaving me standing, and held out his hand.
Again, he wasn’t asking me to do something. He just expected me to follow. The thoughts I had of him tying me down to some table while he tortured me were fleeing at his explanations, but I was still leery. Yet he was Jack, and I hesitantly put my hand in his. He squeezed it softly, before leading me upstairs to his room.
“Take your shirt off, and your bra.” He gave that soft command, not waiting for my compliance, but instead walking over to his closet, he opened the door.
I wasn’t sure how I felt about doing that, outside of the fact that we still had things to discuss, I was embarrassed by my nudity. With a sigh of frustration, I turned my back and lifted the tank top over my head. Why am I doing this?
“The bra, too.” Tensing at him being so close I could feel his breath on my neck, I reached behind my body to unclasp it. Feeling like a brazen whore, I allowed it to fall to the floor with my shirt.
His chest pressed against my back, and he cupped my full breasts in his hands. The air whooshed out of my lungs at the sensation, and my head fell back against him.
“You have the most beautiful tits.” His fingers pinched my nipples and the sensation moved straight to my core. Closing my eyes, I moaned softly. “That’s how I knew you’d enjoy the clamps.” He put more pressure on my nipples with his fingers, and tugged lightly.
“Jack.” My breath escaped on a plea as the pleasure almost made my knees buckle.
His fingers released me and I heard the jangle of metal clanking together. Opening my eyes, I watched in fascinated fear as he attached two rubber covered objects onto my nipples. “Oh, God!” There was nothing painful in what he did. Strong pressure, yes, but pain, not a lick!
“Beautiful.” A small silver chain connected what I now knew were clamps, and he tugged down lightly on it. The feeling made my core flood and I knew I could find relief easily if he’d just tug a few more times. “To answer your question, yes, I wanted to clamp those perfect nipples.”
He turned me in his arms and lowered his mouth to mine. The sensation of my breasts being pinched and meeting the hard rock solidness of his chest was incredible. I kissed him without reserve, showing him how much I enjoyed this.
He broke our kiss first, and pulled back to look at my expression with one on his face that spoke loudly of how pleased he was with his actions. “I know it’s horribly painful, but you don’t seem to be completely against it.” His smile widened and I knew he was mocking me.