The Master Page 55

Torment? “The appeal of what?”

“Forced orgasms.”

“Wh-what are you talking about?”

“Sexually tormenting you. Just the idea gets my cock so hard.” It was a rigid line in his pants.

“I didn’t agree to this!”

“Have I steered you wrong yet?” He swiftly undressed. As he moved to the top of the bed, his huge shaft wagged, catching my gaze and making me want.

I bit my lip.

“You’ll enjoy it.” He flashed white teeth. “Eventually.”

Chills raced over me.

He leaned down to kiss my forehead. “I’ll be right back.” He left the room, returning with a small bag and a magic wand—a plug-in electrical vibrator. I’d seen one at Ivanna’s. She’d told me the vibrations were so intense they could make your teeth chatter.

Forced orgasms. With a magic wand. I squirmed. “You just had one of those lying around?”

“When I ordered the belt, I got carried away, buying all kinds of things for you. The belt distracted me for days, but I see now that I need to break out more acute tools.”

“L-let’s talk about this, Ruso.”

“You can stop me at any time. All you have to do is agree to go to the wedding with me. Very simple.”

“You devil! You can’t do this! You’re taking away my free will—again!”

“I didn’t have to ask. I do own you now. I could compel you in other ways to go with me. But I want to hear you tell me yes.”

“Hear me? You won’t gag me? Like all the others?”

“No. Never. You’re mine—which means I want to catch your every whimper, sigh, gasp, moan, and scream.” He plugged the wand into a bedside outlet, turning it on and off as he raised his brows. “Powerful. And this one is unique—it has a range of different settings.”

I jutted my chin. “I can take whatever you dish out, and I still won’t go with you, chulo!”

At my renewed challenge, his cock pulsed, and a glistening drop appeared on the head. “We’ll see.” From that bag, he removed a roll of something that looked like electrical tape, then positioned the wand along my thigh—bulbous head up.

Realization. “You’re going to strap this to me?”

“Uh-huh.”

I flailed that leg as much as I could. “No, no!”

Despite my efforts, he taped several loops around it, forcing the bulb against my lips. I gawked at the menacing thing.

From the bag, he removed lengths of black rope.

“What’s that for? There’s nothing left of me to tie!”

“To secure your toy.” I bucked my hips, but he successfully knotted rope around the wand, then up around my waist, cinching it tight. The bulb pressed seamlessly against my pussy, the top edge hitting my clit. “I don’t want this getting loose, no matter how hard you struggle.”

“Struggle?” Even as I said this with dread, my nipples hardened into tight points.

Of course he noticed. “They want to be sucked.” He leaned down and wrapped his lips around one, flicking his tongue all over it while I fought not to moan. Then to my other nipple. Then back to the first. He licked and sucked and ran his stubble over them, the edge of his teeth.

I whimpered when he released me.

“They couldn’t be harder. You’re ready.”

“For what?”

From that cursed bag, he withdrew a silver chain—with clamps on each end. “For these.”

“No, no!” When he reached for me, I tried to make my chest concave, but he grasped my right breast, holding it steady.

“If it gets to be too much, just say yes. That’s your safe word.”

I narrowed my eyes.

“That’s what I thought. My fiery Cat’s back—to take anything I can ‘dish out.’ ” He carefully applied the clamp to my nipple, close to my areola. I trembled with dread, but he didn’t release his grip all at once. He slowly allowed it to tighten, the pressure increasing by degrees. “There you go. Relax into it.”

I promised myself I would scream if it got to be too much, but I still hadn’t by the time he let go of the clamp. I sucked in a breath. “OW!” My toes curled, my fists clenching. “Too tight!” It hurt, a lightning intensity focused right in my nipple.

But I was . . . taking it?

“The pain will get better, love. Breathe through it.”

I released a shaky exhalation, and soon the pain did dull to a more measured pressure. I watched him preparing my other breast, readying its clamp.

Que intrigante. How intriguing. The shining metal in his hand dazzled me. What my body could handle amazed me. The sound of the slinky chain turned me on.

What was happening to me?

When he began affixing the second clamp, I gritted my teeth. “Ow, ow, ow!” I hissed in another breath, fists clenching again.

“Do you want me to stop?” He started letting up his grip.

Did I? This focused intensity was kind of . . . mind-blowing. But still, it was pain.

“All you have to do is say yes.”

“Pendejo!” I kicked one leg against its strap in frustration.

He released his hand.

“OW! They hurt, Máxim!”

He tucked my hair behind my ear. “Do they both?”

The first was growing numb. Oh. They both would then.

“Look at yourself,” he said smugly. “How do you like variety now, querida?”

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