“You told me.”
He lifted his head. “Telling you isn’t you understanding.” She was right. They were going to run out of time if he didn’t get down to business and work her body up to accepting what she could handle. There was so much. So many things. Depending on how bad it was, the level he got to when the monster emerged, he needed her body to get used to mixing pain and pleasure, because when that time came, she would need the training desperately.
“You’re absolutely certain, Seychelle?” He needed for her to give her consent. She had to be a willing participant. That was what made it all the more exciting to him—that Seychelle wanted to give herself to him, to allow him to whip her when she knew it would cause her pain and yet bring her multiple orgasms. Her dilemma. How long would she hold on for him? How long would she wait before she said enough? She’d never once stopped the hard spankings with his hands. Or the leather belt. The strap. Or the clamps. But he’d been relatively gentle.
“I’m certain.”
“I have a little surprise for you. I know how much you love clamps.” He tugged on her nipples. “You have the perfect nipples for them. I love your tits so damn much. They’re perfect for jewelry. You were made for me. For everything I love and need. Stay right here. Don’t move.”
He waited until she complied before he went to the dresser and removed a pair of black drawstring pants. Shedding his clothes, he donned just the black pants. They gave him more room and were far more comfortable. There was a tall wooden cabinet built into the wall against the window. He pulled open the top drawer and selected a long black box. He carried it back to her.
“Ice is a jeweler—a rather famous one. When I said he was making a ring for you, I wasn’t kidding around. He made these clamps at my request as well. I have several different ones for you, but these are beautiful, and I think they go with my mood right now.” He lifted them out of the box to show her.
Seychelle’s eyes went wide and then dark with arousal. She definitely had a thing with clamps, although he didn’t think she would fall in love with this set right away. They were beautiful. The clips were heavy pieces of teardrop black metal, ornate and inlaid with sparkling teardrop gems.
“These are clover clamps. These aren’t adjustable, baby, they just pinch down on your nipples the way I pinch them or bite them, a steady, relentless pressure.” As he talked to her, he stroked her left breast, his cock going so hot he thought it might burst into flames. “The pressure is steady at all times, or increases when the chain is pulled or there are weights on the clip. See, I can add weights in the form of these beautiful gems Ice created.”
He lifted the various chains of diamonds and sapphires and emeralds out of the box so he could hold them up. They swung invitingly. “You’ll look so beautiful with jewelry on. And when it comes off, it will be such a rush. You’ll want to scream for me to fuck you. But we have one rule, don’t we? You never scream. You can give me your tears. Those are mine and I want them, but you don’t scream, not unless you’re coming, and you don’t do that until I tell you it’s the right time.”
She ducked her head. “I’m not very good at controlling that, Savage. My body takes over and I can’t stop.”
“You’re learning. I’ll help you more.” He kept stroking her breast as he replaced the chains of gems in the box. Those were for later. “Right now, we’ll be fine with just a chain between the clamps. Later, one will go to your clit. You’ll love that sensation as well.”
The thought of what was to come was giving him such a rush it was incredible. He realized the combination of love and lust was intensifying the feelings he had. He let them take him as he put his mouth on her, pulling strongly, his tongue working her nipple, preparing her for the wicked bite of the clover clamp. There were so many sensitive nerve endings just waiting to be stimulated. He used his teeth to bite down and then pulled back so he could apply the clamp. He watched her expression closely as the two ends of the clamp tried to meet.
Her breath hissed out in a soft protest. “That’s painful.”
“Is it?” His voice was that same sinful tone, a soft inquiry. He kept one hand on her other breast, stroking. His other hand was on her hip. He slid it around until his fingers found her bare pussy lips and the moisture gathering there. “I think you like them, baby. You’re hot and slick for me.” He poured approval and heat into his voice.