his use of pain. When working with subs, he thought through a scene. If he tied her hands above her head, he made certain not to pull them so tight that discomfort in a shoulder joint detracted from a flogger on her back and shoulders. If he bound or gagged a woman, he double-checked the tightness of the bondage.
He wanted every bite of inflicted torture to be experienced exquisitely.
Eric cupped her left breast.
Rafael met her wide-open eyes. “You’ve worn nipple clamps before?”
“No, Sir.”
“Good.”
He squeezed her nipple gently. He continued to play with her another couple of seconds, until she swayed towards him. God, this woman was responsive. Her uncensored moves were refreshing. He’d decided not to fuck her until nearly the end of their time together, if at all. Getting her off was his goal. But now… He wasn’t sure he could wait.
Eric seemed similarly challenged.
Rafael clamped her.
She moaned. She closed her eyes and bent her knees.
Doms who hadn’t clamped her responsive nipples had been idiots. This woman came hard, fast. It took little to increase the intensity of her reactions. She’d admitted she enjoyed BDSM, but she would have enjoyed it tenfold if she’d been with anyone who pushed her even a bit.
He sucked on the clamped nipple, and she ground her toes against the hardwood.
The scent from her pussy was sharp and intoxicating.
Eric moved behind her and pulled her shoulders back, putting her in the position Rafael preferred.
“I apologise, Sir.”
“You’ve been reminded. Next time will result in a punishment.”
She nodded.
This time, Rafael captured her other breast. He teased the nipple into hardness before releasing the clamp onto it.
She gulped a breath of air.
He took hold of the chain and pulled on the clamps. She might have moved forward, but Eric was there, imprisoning her.
“Sir, the sensation… I think I’d like to come.”
He arched a brow. “Would you? You’ve already had an orgasm without permission. You know that’s against the rules, and we were remiss for not punishing you immediately. Since it was your first punishment, we let it slide. That will never happen again.”
“You’re being unfair, Sir. I want to come and I’m so close. The way my nipples are throbbing…” She moved towards him. “I want—”
Her protest changed into a shocked gasp when he yanked on the chain. “On all fours, now.”
Eric forced her down then stepped aside. Rafael moved behind her and delivered three vicious slaps to her backside.
She tried to squirm away, but he wrapped an arm around her and held her firm. back into position.
“I’ll have your apology, sub.”
“Damn. That fucking hurt .”
“Your apology and your respect, Lindsey.” When she didn’t respond straightaway, he delivered another three stinging spanks.
“Sir! I…” She choked on a gasp. “I’m sorry. I won’t argue with you again, Sir.”
“You knew my rules in advance. We discussed them, you agreed to them. I have your document with your signature, printed out if you want to see it.”
“I know. I was just swept away in the moment. Sir, I’m sorry.” After a choked sob, she added, “I won’t forget again.”
Satisfied, he stood. “Stay there and think about what you want from this weekend. Remain in position until Master Eric gives you further instructions.”
“Yes, Sir.”
To reinforce his punishment, Rafael left the room. Eric was a skilled Dom and would see to her
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