Purgatory Masters(20)

He was ready to get started.



Maggie looked up just in time to see Tucker turn around with something in his hands. Fortunately he didn’t leave her waiting as he opened each palm to show two nipple clamps with small purple beads dangling from the clip.

Oh dear. The silliness she’d been experiencing a moment ago fizzled out and her heart began to pick up speed. With her clothes somewhere in the house and her wrists and ankles shackled to this weird wheel, a sudden sense of vulnerability crept over her. Until now she’d managed to keep it light and stay calm. Not anymore.

He stepped close. So close she swore she felt the air shift between them every time he moved. His dark gaze bored into her as his hands began to roam over her naked body with the cool beads that somehow left a trail of heat every where he touched.

For a few seconds, serious doubts began to plague her. Was she sure? Was she crazy? She opened her mouth to say something and no sound came out. Her protests died in her throat because Tucker began teasing her nipples with the tips of his fingers.

She liked it a lot when he pinched them. The tiny burst of pain had knifed through her as fast as a lightning strike and as equally devastating.

“Tucker I—”

His lips brushed the shell of her ear. “Shhh. I’m going to put these on your nipples now. Then I’m going to step back and admire how lovely you look shackled and clamped.”

The feel of his rough skin on the slope of her right breast caught her breath. She’d noticed the myriad of scars on both of his hands earlier and found the difference in texture fascinating. Rough against smooth. Raw wood against silk. Her thoughts jumbled, refusing her the ability to put a string of words together in a sentence.

“Keep breathing. There’s no reason to hold your breath yet.”

That’s exactly what she was worried about. The yet part.

With two fingers he squeezed and rolled her nipple. That same sizzling sensation erupted around her clit. It seemed so unrealistic that such a small touch on a totally different part of the body would make her pussy quiver. Her head lolled to the side.

“I love that you’re so responsive to my touch. As soon as your eyes roll back in your head, I can read you like a book.”

She slowly opened her lids at his words. Her stomach tumbled the minute her gaze locked with his. The heat between her legs spread until she started to squirm.

“Now you’re ready.” He didn’t wait for a response or give her another second to breathe. He clipped the small mouth of the clamp over her extended left nipple and let go.

Maggie sucked in a breath at the sharp bite of pain that erupted at the site.

“Look at me.” The stern tone of his voice caught her attention and she eagerly obeyed. Immediately the heat in his gaze shot through her. He liked what he saw. “The worst of the bite is already easing. Just relax and let the pressure do the work.”

Maggie followed his directions and forced her muscles to go lax. And he was right. The pain had lessened somewhat and she’d been too busy on her way to a freak out to realize it. He ran his hand around the areola and squeezed gently. “You have perfect nipples for clamps. I’m going to enjoy playing with them.”

She groaned. The more he talked the more she sank into the experience. Her arousal already high, spiked further as a sense of urgency stole over her.

“Thank you, Sir.” She didn’t know what else to say. No words came to her to describe how incredible she felt at the moment and asking him to do as he pleased…

Her train of thought cut off when Tucker wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and threaded his fingers in her hair seconds before he covered her mouth with his. Soft lips flattened against her mouth and he slipped his tongue inside to slide alongside hers.

When she thought she’d collapse from a simple kiss, he plumped her free nipple between two fingers until little mewls sounded from deep inside her. Lost in the pleasure curling through her, Tucker caught her off guard when he fastened the second clamp onto her breast.

Maggie tore free from his kiss. She panted through the pain, waiting for a similar easing as the last one. When it didn’t come she looked up at Tucker to find him smiling.

“It hurts.”

“Yes, pet. It should. The combination of both nipples clamped at the same time creates a totally different sensation than only one. Just keep breathing and you’ll be fine.”

For some reason her brain focused on the fact he’d called her pet instead of the pain. Something shifted inside her. She’d never been one for nicknames but when he called her “Miss Maggie” or now “pet” a slow warmth crept through her. She liked it.