Purgatory Masters(63)

A nervous look crossed her face and those adorable teeth nibbled on her lip again. “I bought it. I thought I could get an idea of what it felt like to experience some pain without a spanking and I’d get a chance to feel the weight of a collar around my neck. For research,” she added.

Uh. Huh. Research. Poor little sub wanted it so bad she tried it out by herself. That put a picture of her spread out in bed with the clamps and collar restricting her as she masturbated. He wiped his eyes and shook his head. “Show me.”

“What?” He watched her eyes open wide.

“You heard me. You’re mine to do with as I wish tonight and I wish to see exactly how you played with this. Right now.” He’d sharpened his voice, giving her no choice but to comply.

Maggie’s hands fidgeted with the collar until she got the buckle undone. With slow and slightly jerky moves, she placed the collar around her neck. Tucker moved behind her and helped her fasten the thick and supple leather. Not exactly what he’d had in mind, but fuck if she didn’t look hot like this.

He spun her around to face him again, pulling her close to briefly grind his cock against her mound. “Keep going.”

Her mouth opened on a pant but her hands moved of their own volition. She lifted one dark clamp and loosened the side screw before she squeezed the clip onto one of her tight, dusky nipples. The harsh breath that huffed from her gorgeous mouth went straight to his already straining dick.

Fortunately for them both, she hurriedly attached the other one as Tucker strained not to bend her over and shove his cock in her pussy where they stood. It had taken some time for him to get his groove back, but it was there now. The Dominant in him needed to take…

With both tits pinned, Maggie groaned.

“You like that bite of pain don’t you?” From the moment she’d expressed her distaste for spanking, he’d pushed against her misconceptions in regards to various forms of pain. He didn’t need her to love the act of spanking as much as he did, he only needed her not to hate or fear it. Since he loved to spank a pretty sub’s ass, he’d happily reserve that act for when she’d earned a punishment. Something they’d need to address fairly soon.

Her eyes lifted and met his. “I never really thought I would,” she admitted.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of Maggie. Nor is being wrong about something shameful. We all make mistakes.”

He reached for the pressure screws on the clamps and gave them a quarter clockwise turn.

Maggie gasped. “Fuck.”

“Mmm. Such a perfect word from a saucy little mouth.” He reached out and cupped her breasts. They filled his hands to perfection and he simply couldn’t get enough of them. Or anything else about her. He flicked the tip of a clamped nipple and inwardly sighed at the lovely pants coming from his little Miss Maggie. This was how her body was meant to be decorated. Although later it would be his collar wrapped around her neck, not one she’d purchased on her own.

“Who do you belong to, Maggie?” He wanted so much to hear it from her.

“You, Master. I belong to you.”

He ran his fingers around both breasts before taking one finger further down her chest and belly. He swirled it in her belly button and imagined how incredible she’d look with a simple decorative stud here that his tongue could play with as he worshipped her body on a nightly basis. After she accepted his collar she would without question be his to do as pleased. He continued past the swell of her belly and dipped toward her soft pussy.

“Do you wish to truly belong to me, Maggie?”

Her eyes widened and a sheen of tears glossed over her eyes. “I really do,” she whispered. “More than anything else.”

Her heartfelt words tugged at his heart. If he hadn’t already been falling in love with her…

Claim her.

The words kept reappearing in his mind like a continual chant. He steeled against the driving desire and focused on what Maggie needed. He dipped his hand lower and between her soaked folds. She was ready for him. He circled her clit over and over being careful not to get too close to the bundle of nerves that would set her off. He wasn’t ready for her to go there yet.

Tucker bent forward and grasped the chain running between her breasts with his teeth and straightened to his full height. Maggie groaned when the chain pulled taut and the pain in her tits sharpened. Her eyes widened and her mouth opened to the perfect O.

“Do you want to serve me as my submissive?”

She frantically nodded.

He growled his disapproval.

“Sorry. I cant—uhh—hard to think straight.”

“That’s my girl. Now answer the question,” he insisted, pulling harder on the chain.