clamp…sooner rather than later.”
No. It was horrendously painful, bordering on cruel. She took a deep breath. It didn’t
help. Another breath.
Jack lowered his mouth to the other nipple, the one his fingers had toyed with
previously. A soft suck, a gentle lave. The contrasts between sensations sent her soaring.
Pain balanced with pleasure. The ache behind her clit tightened again, so intense. Her
vagina clenched, so achingly empty. Morgan arched up. Her hips moved restlessly. What
was happening to her?
She had never been so aroused in her life.
The pain biting into her clamped nipple began to ease as she grew accustomed to the
sensation. The sting turned to a pressurized numbness. And Jack’s attention to the hard
little point in his mouth grew rougher.
“Jack!” she cried out, her fingers digging into the table’s black leather and the
padding beneath.
For a split second, his mouth left her breast. He slapped the flat of his fingers across
her mound again. Sensation ratcheted through her body. A crescendo of tingles rose in
her body like a scream. A pending climax bubbled between her legs, and she raised her
hips in offering again.
“That’s not what you call me,” he growled.
“Sir,” she panted. “Sir, please…”
“I’ll fuck you, but not until I’m ready. Not until you’re ready. Now be quiet before I
turn you over and spank your ass.”
His words dashed her hopes for relief. She sank her teeth deep into her lip, trying to
hold in a groan of protest. It was soon forgotten as Jack returned his teeth to her nipple,
nipped down, sucked hard, and groaned.
His voice vibrated deep inside her, shooting all the way to her clit. She was on a
torture rack of pleasure. Amazing sensations piled one on top of the other, smothering
anything that resembled thought or dissent. She ached beyond anything she’d ever
dreamed, anything she thought possible. And he had yet to even touch her vagina, much
less penetrate it.
Then another clamp bit into her other nipple, digging into skin, dredging up even
more response. A fireball of pleasure darted straight from her breasts, down between her
legs, adding to the conflagration already burning. If Jack touched her there, even once,
she feared she would launch like a rocket, no matter how much he demanded she hold it
back. The orgasm was huge, so enormous, it would swallow her whole. Morgan fought
against it, shaking her head in desperation. Sweat poured off her. She gripped the table
tighter.
The ache just kept building and building. When would it crest?
“And now those nipples are a deep, demanding red. Beautiful,” he murmured.
Every breath was between a pant and a moan when Jack uncuffed her wrists and
ankles. He helped her rubbery legs to the floor. In passing, she wondered what he had
planned, but realized it didn’t matter. He would give her amazing pleasure. And sooner
or later, he would detonate this awesome ache roiling inside her.
Willingly, she folded herself into his arms. He dipped her head back and dove into
her mouth, devouring. It was a kiss of hunger, a kiss of possession. Morgan responded,
meeting him halfway, tangling her tongue with his.
“You challenge my self-control, cher, just by being so fucking beautiful and
submissive. No one has ever pushed me so hard, so fast,” he rasped against her throat,
then moved up to nip at her lobe. “I can’t wait to get deep inside you and open you up to
all new pleasures.”
Restlessly, Morgan shifted her weight from one foot to the other. She could hardly
wait for Jack to get deep inside of her, too. She hoped now. Right now.
He spun her around and grabbed the strappy edges of her crotchless panties. The
moisture pooling inside her and drenching the delicate fabric gushed out, spreading
wetness down the insides of her thighs.
“You’re so juicy, like a sweet ripe peach,” he praised as he bent her over the table.
She whimpered as her clamped nipples made contact with the surface of the table
and a fresh jolt of pleasure-pain screamed down her spine, into her drenched channel.
She tensed, wanting to fight, wanting to reach her own hand between her legs and give
her clit a furious rub until she exploded. Instinct told her such an action would bring
down enormous punishment. With another moan, she managed to refrain.
“Such a good girl. So beautifully submissive, cher. Do you want me to fuck you?”
Morgan didn’t even care what she said anymore as long as Jack made the ache go
away. “Yes,” she gasped. “Yes, sir. Please…”
With her feet flat on the floor, Jack removed her thong, peeling the damp fabric from
her flesh. Then he cuffed one ankle at the corner of the table and licked his way up her