“Baby, we’re deep in it now. Your usual safe word applies. If you continue to speak to me disrespectfully, I’ll respond. And I don’t think you’ll like it.”
He roamed toward her, feeling the sweet kick as the beauty of her splayed-open position flooded through him. She sat exactly as he’d imagined she would, stark naked on his table like his very own feast, her body flushed and soft against the hard black granite of the tabletop. Her hands were behind her back, just as he’d asked, making her breasts jut forward and up. Her eyes were shut tight, as if she had to frown to make herself obey. And in between her wide-open legs, he could see her pussy glistening with need.
She was perfect.
All he had to do was prove it to her.
“The only time you seem to behave is when I tell you to,” he said as he came closer. “Do I have to parade around an engagement party with you on a leash to make you behave appropriately? Because I think you know I will.”
When she only breathed, hard and fast, he reached out to run his palm over her shoulder. Then he took one of her pebble-hard nipples between his fingers. And pinched it.
She hissed, then squirmed, telling him she’d felt it in her pussy, too.
“Answer me, please.”
“No...no.” She panted. “I don’t need aleash.”
But he doubted he was the only one imagining it, then.
“I’m not punishing you, Erika,” he said as he continued to pinch her nipple, raising his other hand to treat her other one the same. She was instantly responsive, arching her back to press her breasts more completely into his palms no matter what expression she wore on her face. “I’m encouraging you. It would please me greatly if you did not take the occasion of your brother’s engagement party to make a spectacle of yourself.” He frowned when her eyes shot open, mutinous and mad. “Eyes closed. Now.”
She shut her eyes again, even as she flushed a bright red that he took for temper. And her reaction to her obedience, if he had to guess.
“I want you to wear something conservative that will cause absolutely no comment at all, unless it is a quiet compliment. The only attention you should be interested in is mine.”
She shuddered, hard.
Dorian continued, “I want you to congratulate Conrad, and his fiancée, and if while you’re doing it you can work in an apology for past behavior, I will be delighted. Do you understand what I’m asking of you?”
“I understand it,” Erika said after a moment while he plucked at her nipples. “But I don’t know what makes you think that after you spent all this time insulting me I would do a single thing for you.”
“I’ll tell you why,” he said.
Dorian moved between her legs, enjoying the contrast between her total nakedness and the fact he was dressed. He ran his palms over her thighs, then gripped them to yank her closer to the edge of the table. Only when her ass was on the edge did he again cup her lovely breasts in his hands. He moved his thumbs over her nipples, rougher than before, and enjoyed the way it made her squirm. Then he leaned forward, and put his mouth to her ear.
“You will do it because I want you to,” he told her. “Because it will please me. Because I want you to be the person I know you can be.”
Goose bumps marched down her neck, toward her collarbone. And below.
“Or I could gently suggest that you go fuck yourself,” she said, defiant to the last.
“Let me convince you,” he said, his voice a dark ribbon of sound.
Dorian bent down and took one of her nipples in his mouth, sucking hard. She arched into him. Her head fell back, and she made a helpless sort of noise when he moved his demanding mouth to her other nipple, and treated it with the same erotic roughness.
He indulged himself with her taste. She was velvet and rose and he was addicted. He pulled away, then used his hands again until both nipples were dry again. She was so responsive, he entertained himself imagining all the ways he could make her come with nipple stimulation alone.
But that was for another day.
Today, he had other goals. He pulled out the tiny evil clamps he’d retrieved from his bag. He clamped one nipple, and laughed at the noise she made. Then he clamped the other one, not at all surprised that she lost her head completely, jerking as if she couldn’t decide whether she wanted to get away from him or move closer to him, or something in between. Her hands were no longer behind her back, but in those adorable fists at her side.
“Hands behind your back,” he ordered her. When she obeyed, he rewarded her. “Open your eyes.”
And when she did, all that pretty blue was glazed over.
“That hurts,” she said, as if he’d betrayed her.
“You can take it.” And to prove it, he tugged gently on the chain that connected the two clamps, making her gasp again. “You will take it.”