The Master (The Game Maker #2)(58)

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?”

I peered down at my body. Damn him, the view shouldn’t arouse me this much. The sight of my clamped nipples lit a fire in me! To reclaim the initial bite—and to wipe that smug look off his face—I shimmied my quivering, adorned breasts.

His lips parted on a stunned groan. “Do that again. Show me your new chain, kotyonok.” His gaze was rapt.

I shimmied once more, showing off.

He rasped, “You’re proud, aren’t you? You should be exceedingly proud.”

“You like me clamped and tied in your bed?”

“Right now I like you very much.” He trailed the backs of his fingers down my body toward the wand.

Oh, no, the clamps had distracted me from the threat of that machine, just like they’d distracted me from the fact that I was taking part in bondage!

“Remember, one word stops this.” He kissed my thigh . . . then turned on the wand.

I’d never felt anything like it! The thing was increíble!

Sensations bombarded me—the vibrations, the pressure of those biting clamps, the sound of the leather creaking as I pulled against my bonds. I shivered with awe. “What are you doing to me?”

In a devil’s voice, he said, “You love your toy, don’t you?”

I couldn’t stop myself from nodding dreamily. “I love it.”

“But you’ll hate it soon too.”

Reminded of his intentions, I fought to hold out as long as possible. Perspiration dotted my skin from the battle. Need mounted, building . . . building . . . “Oh God, oh God!”

He looked transfixed, delighted. “You’re about to come for me in your bonds and your clamps. It’s good, isn’t it?”

Building . . . building . . . “Yes!” My head thrashed, my hair whipping.

“I am giving you pleasure. You’re about to scream—for me. Never forget that.”

Building . . .

The bastard plucked at the chain—

I shattered. I levitated. “Máxim!” Deep and wet and consuming, my orgasm made my back bow. My bonds snapped tight as my tits shook and my chain rattled.

I dimly heard some of his hoarse words: abandoned . . . lust . . . slave . . .

Once I’d regained lucidity, I bit out, “I will kill you for this when I get free!” Had he really said slave?

Breathing heavy, he grated, “Not quite what I’d hoped to hear.” He reached for the wand, dialing it up a degree.

“No! P-please give me a minute.” I came down from that first climax, only to hurtle toward one even more powerful. Sweat now slicked my skin, dampening the hair at my temples. “Just a second, Ruso!” My clit felt like it was on fire. Pressure coiled low in my belly. “I can’t . . . I can’t . . . not so soon . . .”

The pitiless devil said, “You can. You will.”

My next orgasm hit me in blinding waves. “Ahh!” I yelled from the strength of them. Over and over, my core clutched emptiness. Every time I thrashed, the clamps pinched my nipples anew.

Gradually some of the tension left my body, but not all. I cried, “Por favor, why do this?”

“To make you crave me as much as I crave you,” he bit out, his expression dark, his eyes fierce. No longer did their color remind me of the ocean. This blue was like the hottest part of a flame. “I’ll steal you from the other. Seduce you from him.”

“I-I don’t understand.”

He turned up the setting again. The vibrations were torture/ecstasy. I’d never been more aware of my *, of my flared swollen lips, of my throbbing clit. If I worked my hips, the bulb thrummed against the inner rim of my entrance. Could I come again? I surrendered to it with a moan.

“That’s it, dushen’ka.”

I met his gaze as I began to grind the slick head, undulating wantonly for him.

“Does it feel good, baby?”

In a dreamy voice, I said, “It’s making my * feel so good, Máxim.”

“Fuck. You love the things I do to you.”

I nodded earnestly. “Uh-huh.”

“I pleasure your body better than any man ever has.”

“You do!” I worked the head of my toy.

“That’s why you’ll keep giving it to me.”

I closed my eyes, nodding.

“Look at me, Katya.”

When I did, that wicked gleam in his gaze set me off—

“AHH!” I came with a desperate scream. The chain rattled as my sweating body convulsed. I was shameless, turning my knees inward as far as they’d go, my hips humping the toy.

“Blyad′!” His hooded eyes went wide.

When the spasms had eased to merely electrifying, I bared my teeth at him. “What do you WANT from me?”

He clasped my face, bringing his own close. “Everything.” He briefly tongued my lips. “And I’ll have it out of you. Thirty-one years of misery is lifted. I’m owed you!”

“Wh-what does that mean?” Can’t think. Insensible. “Please let me go!”

“Some masters would leave a submissive like this, disregarded to suffer on her own.”