And before she could say another word, he wrapped his other hand around the back of her head, and then took her mouth with his.
Finally.
He kissed her hungrily, thoroughly. He invaded her mouth, wet and dark and encompassing, the next best thing to fucking her.
And she kissed him back the same way.
Making him wonder why the hell he’d wasted all these years and all this timenotdoing exactly this.
Dorian kissed her until she went limp, and he kept going. He tried one filthy angle after the next until she was trembling beneath his hands, making needy and helpless noises in the back of her throat, and seemed to have forgotten about the clamps entirely.
So he tugged on the chain again, to remind her, and lapped up every greedy little noise she made.
He pulled away then, and stared down at her. She fought to catch her breath. Her eyes looked appealingly dazed, while her mouth was damp from his. Her color was high and good. She looked thoroughly debauched, and the clamps on her breasts made him so hard he almost hurt.
“What was it you wanted to say to me?” he asked her.
Politely.
“I don’t...”
“If memory serves, you suggested I was a coward.”
He watched her fight to access her brain again. He reached down and pushed her thighs farther apart, to the point where she had to strain the slightest bit to keep them open. Then he held her there, and waited.
“Why so quiet?” he asked her, a gentle taunt. “You came downstairs filled to the brim with insults. I’m beginning to think that all the trouble you cause with your mouth could be averted if you used it to do something other than talk.”
An image that made his cock pulse with his own dark need. But she hadn’t earned the privilege of sucking him off yet.
“Your rules are convenient,” she said, focusing enough to frown at him. “You change them to suit yourself.”
“Of course I do. Suiting myself is the whole point. If you concerned yourself less with following or not following the rules and more with pleasing me, it wouldn’t matter, would it?”
“But you don’t want me to please you,” she said, holding herself very still, no doubt because every breath made those clamps tug on her nipples. “You want me to break your rules so you can punish me.”
“Baby, I’m going to punish you one way or another no matter what you do.” He grinned. “That’s kind of the point.”
“Not for me,” said the woman who was dripping wet and trembling on the edge of an orgasm, all because he’d clamped her nipples. “I’m here for the sex.”
“You like your sex with some pain to accentuate the pleasure,” he said. He reached behind her and moved her arms, setting her hands down flat on the tabletop. “Ask me how I know.”
“Maybe as an experiment,” she lied, her eyes wide and full of shit. “Once in a while, as an adventure, and not because Ineed—”
“I think that’s enough talking, kitten,” Dorian said. Then he bent down, hauling her legs up over his shoulders and bringing his mouth down hard on her pussy in a single, swift movement.
He could feel her reaction go through her as she caught herself on the hands he’d moved for precisely that purpose, but that wasn’t quite enough. So he reached up, and tugged on that chain, knowing that it would send that exquisite pain narrowing through her body, lighting her up.
That was how he wanted her.
Lit up, bright red, sweet and soft against his tongue. He tugged on the clamps again, and she got wetter, like dessert.
So he ate his fill.
Dorian ate her hard, as demanding as everything else, because she made the most delicious sounds. Her clit was stiff and proud beneath his tongue, and when he took it between his teeth, she screamed.
He took her to the edge again and again, throwing her over every time, until he had to slide his hands around to hold her steady because she couldn’t seem to keep herself upright. He sank two fingers deep into the molten heat of her pussy, curling them around to rub against that rough spot tucked away in there. She made a keening kind of sound.
Then he leaned over her, kissing her so she could taste herself.