Purgatory Masters(21)

“Let your brain think beyond your nipples now.” He ambled around her, his fingertips gliding over her bare skin. “Think about your belly.” His fingers splayed across her abdomen. “Feel the quiver of the muscles as I touch you there.”

Maggie held her breath. Every cell in her body fired to life like little rocket flares exploding in the night sky. Extreme. Exciting.

“I love the curve of your waist and hip right here.” His hands grabbed the indentation of her waist and skimmed down to her thighs. “I long to feel my hips cradled between your legs.” To her pleasure, he massaged her quads, loosening some of the tension she’d built up over her ordeal.

She sighed and relaxed back on the odd contraption he’d attached her to. “Is this really necessary right now?” Maggie tugged on the restraints at her wrists. “You’re turning me to jello.”

He simply raised his eyebrows and dropped his hands.

Whatever he had planned for her, that one look reminded her that he was in control now not her. Instead of her normal instinct to argue or withdraw, Maggie closed her eyes and relaxed on a long sigh. Giving into his will.

“Good girl.”

Maggie opened her eyes and met his gaze, amazed by the warmth he once again offered. “That’s what you were waiting for wasn’t it?”

He stared at her for a long moment, his gaze so intent she felt as if he’d crawled inside her and opened a new door.

“Of course. Now I can begin.”

Instead of touching her again like she ached for, Tucker turned and strode across the room. Straight to a—an easel? What the hell?

When he lifted his head and looked at her, he frowned. “Don’t look so disappointed, Miss Maggie. I’ve thought about this for so long I have to get it down on paper.” He grabbed some charcoal from the small table next to him and began to scratch on the paper.

Maggie stood motionless, still shocked he’d brought her here for his art. This wasn’t what she’d expected at all. Some of the warmth she’d been feeling receded and the pain at her nipples throbbed a bit more incessantly. Her pussy ached too. Now that he’d turned his attention to the piece of paper in front of him she realized how wet she’d become as he’d coaxed her into position.

“Tucker, I don’t think. I mean I’m not sure about this.”

He didn’t look up. “Unless you address me properly here in this room, I’m not going to respond.”

She ground her teeth in frustration. She’d forgotten again.

“You have a beautiful body, Maggie. It’s very inspiring.” He paused, captured her gaze for a few breathless seconds, and then with a frown continued to sketch.

Minutes passed and neither of them said anything. He worked furiously and she tried to think of something other than the fact she stood strapped to a wooden contraption with her nipples clamped. More importantly she desperately wanted to ease the ache between her legs. The streaks of constant pain from her nipples still ran a direct line to her clit and every few minutes her sex squeezed with an ache to be filled that startled her.

“Sir,” she started and stopped.

He immediately turned his attention to her. “Yes, my pet?”

“Is this supposed to be some sort of punishment?”

Tucker dropped his chalk, wiped his hands on a cloth and walked over to her. “Why would you think that? We haven’t even discussed whether this relationship will include such things.”

Her gaze slid over him as he moved. The black V-neck sweater molded to his upper body enough to show off a chest she longed to rub against. In the heat of his work, he’d pushed the sleeves to his elbows and her gaze was drawn to the hair sprinkled across his forearms. The soft smoke gray pants he wore did little to hide his massive erection as he approached. Just staring at him made it impossible to think straight.

“I hurt. I don’t know what to do.”

“If the clamps are unbearable you only need say so.” He reached for one and she jerked away.

“No,” she cried. “That’s not what I mean.”

His grin spread across his face quickly and Maggie frowned. As soon as he’d understood what she meant he seemed to like that idea entirely too much.

He put his hand between her legs and slowly ran a finger through her wet folds. “I do love a hot and wet submissive.” Back and forth he rubbed, being careful not to touch her now puffy clit.

Maggie’s head spun and the world around her tilted. Part of her wanted to protest and wipe the smug look from his face and the other, more important part of her, thought she’d die if he stopped. She fought the restraints, first her arms and then her legs. It was much harder than she’d thought to stay calm when she’d reached such a fever pitch.