Nobody's Lost (Rescue Me Saga #5)(49)

“How does that feel?”

“Scratchy.”

“Is that a sensation you enjoy?”

“Yes, I think so. I’m just a little nervous. Sorry.”

“No need to apologize. You’re doing very well and lying beautifully still for me.” She smiled briefly before he applied the quills to the inside of her other thigh and made more red swirly scratches. He moved to the outer thigh and hip and up her body until he reached her breast.

“Breathe. Not too deeply, though.”

She took several shallow breaths, and he watched the quills poke her skin, but she always stopped inhaling before the quills could cut into her tender skin. “Good girl.”

He lifted the quills away from her and placed them on the nightstand to show her later what he’d used. He’d have to give her the quills he used to keep or toss, because reusing them would be unsanitary. Not that he planned to be playing with anyone else anytime soon.

Only Megan.

With the pointy items gone, she took some deeper breaths. Her nipples remained rock hard. Perhaps he’d left the clamps on long enough. He knew the pain would be greater for her than last night.

Distracted for a moment, he just stared at them. Jesus, she had gorgeous breasts. High, firm, perfect—just enough to fill the palm of each hand.

Tonight he wanted to taste them, too. Sitting on the bed beside her hip, he reached up and tugged the chain up and watched her breasts strain. As he pulled beyond her limit, she arched her back. Oh, that wouldn’t do.

“I’m sorry, Sir! I didn’t mean to move, but—”

“No worries, Baby. We’ll work on some discipline techniques that will help you to remain still in the future.”

“You mean punishment?” She worried her lower lip.

“Some subs see it as a punishment, but I prefer to call it learning discipline. Much as parents train up their children to learn right from wrong.”

“I’m not a child.”

His gaze moved lower to the red curls covering her mound. “No, you certainly are not.” He wanted to touch her, but feared she would take it the wrong way and expect more from him than he planned to give.

Better to focus on her breasts. Less intimate. After all, a woman’s breasts weren’t solely sexual objects. They nurtured babies, too. An image of Megan nursing a baby flashed across his mind.

Whoa. Tonight, Megan’s breasts were solely here to bring them both pleasure, well, after he gave her a little pain. He reached out to unscrew the clamp nearest to him.

“Oh, God! That hurts! Shit! Shit! Oh, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck!”

The mashed nipple begged for relief, and he bent toward her to take it between his lips. He sucked the flattened nipple into his mouth and flicked his tongue over it until her squirming and cussing ended, and she relaxed against the mattress once more.

“We’re going to have to work on that mouth of yours, too. You cussed like a Marine.”

“Well, you would, too, if I did that to you.”

He chuckled. “See if you can’t control yourself better when I take off the next one.” He reached for the clamp— “Scarlet! Yellow! Take your pick, but please don’t remove it!”

He grinned. “Now, this is quite the predicament, Red.”

“You’ll stop, won’t you?”

“Of course. I already have. But you do realize that one of the reasons it hurt more tonight is that the nipple remained pinched longer than last night. And that last night was just a training clamp—a clothespin.”

“In other words, I’m screwed.”

He grinned, enjoying her sense of humor about the situation. “Pretty much. But I’ll wait for you to tell me when you’re ready and I’ll help the pain dissipate as quickly as possible as I have each time before.”

“With your mouth—and tongue?”

“Yes.”

“I did like that part, Sir.”

He smiled. “Glad to be of service. Let me move to the other side of the bed so that I can take care of your tender nip as quickly as possible.”

“Thank you, Sir.”

Still, when he held the clamp in one hand as he began loosening it, she nearly bit her lip until it bled trying not to let out another string of curses. The woman had great potential for becoming a well-disciplined submissive.

She hissed as the blood rushed back into her nipple, and he bent down to minister to it as he had the other. Wanting to reward her for her discipline, his hand lowered to her mound, and he slicked his middle finger in her wetness before bringing it up to her clit. The nub was almost as stiff as her nipple.

“Oh, yes!”

He smiled around her nipple. There wouldn’t be time to work with her on orgasm control, so he had no intention of making her ask permission to come. He let her nipple go with a plop. “Baby, I want you to come for me tonight as loudly as you want.”

“Yes, Sir! Oh, please!”

“But we didn’t talk about penetration.”

“Penetration, Sir?”

“Just my finger, but I wanted to be sure you consented to that before I went that far.”

“Oh, I think your finger would feel wonderful right now, Sir.”

“Have you used dildoes when you masturbated?”

“No, I mostly concentrated on my clit with the vibes.”