VICTORIOUS (A Quantum Novel)(97)

It hurts. Holy shit, it hurts. A scream surges from my belly and gurgles in my throat before busting loose in one long stream of sound.

“Easy, sweetheart.” As he speaks, he strokes between my legs, pressing against my clit and giving me something to think about other than the pain. “It only stings for a minute. Take a deep breath. That’s it. Now another.” He kisses circles around the place where the clamp bites into my flesh. The initial blast of raw pain has subsided into a not-unpleasant thrum of sensation that comes in waves from my nipple and travels straight to my clit. “What’s your safe word, Nat?”

“F-Fluff.”

“Do you need it?”

Only because I’m determined to try everything once, I shake my head.

He moves to the other side, and because I know what’s coming this time, I’m seized with tension. “Keep breathing, sweetheart. Lots of breath.” He kisses and teases my other nipple until it too is standing at attention. As if it’s not attached to me, I want to warn it about what’s coming. I want to tell it to take cover. It pops free of his mouth, and again he provides comfort with soft, caressing strokes of his tongue. But I’m wise to him this time. I don’t let down my guard, so I’m better prepared for the searing pain of the second clamp.

However, I’m not able to contain the scream or the thrashing need to move away from the pain.

His hands on my hips keep me in place.

When I feel his lips on my face, I realize tears are spilling down my cheeks, and he’s kissing them away. Time seems to stand still. I have no idea if we’ve been here an hour or a day. My entire world has been reduced to the compressed tips of my breasts. I tremble violently from the painful pleasure that radiates from my clamped nipples, making the rest of me feel tight and liquid and hot, so very, very hot.

He’s kissing my neck, his hard cock is pressed tight against my belly, and I’m desperately afraid his chest will brush against my abused nipples. “Ready for more, sweetheart?”

Though I’m not sure I can take any more, I bite my lip and nod.

“Words, Nat. I need the words.”

“Yes, Sir,” I say, sounding breathless even to my own ears. “I’m ready for more.”

“Keep your eyes closed and remain still. I need your promise that you won’t move.”

“I won’t move.”

“No matter what?”

“No matter what.”

And just that quickly he has brought me back once again to the edge of sanity. I hear him blowing on something, and then smell the candle being extinguished. I’m so aroused and anxious, I can barely get air to my lungs, but I do as he wishes and keep my eyes shut and my body still.

Until the first splash of hot wax connects with my belly.

The sound that comes from me is a combination moan and a groan. It doesn’t hurt so much as sting, the heat radiating from the spot where the wax landed. A second splash lands on my left breast, the next one on my right breast. He leaves a trail of wax down the front of me, saving the last heated blast for my bare mound.

“Talk to me, Nat. Tell me how it feels.”

“It… I… Hot. I-it’s hot.”

“Not too hot?”

I shake my head.

“Do you want to come?”

“Yes, please.”

“Not yet. We’ve got one more toy to play with, but first I need to do something about the mess I made with the wax.” He kisses the center of my belly. “Stay right there.” I feel the bed shift as he gets up. “Keep those eyes closed.”

I sag into the mattress, taking advantage of the break to force deep breaths into my lungs. I’m acutely aware of the pinch of the clamps on my nipples. It’s no longer a fiery pain but more of a dull ache. The wax has dried on my skin, making it feel tight.

“Those eyes had better be closed,” Flynn says as he returns and gets back on the bed. He’s loving this. I can hear it in the euphoric tone of his voice, and I can’t deny that I love it, too. I love not knowing what’s going to happen next. I love anticipating that the end, however we get there, will be spectacular.

An icy chill hits my skin, sliding from my core to my belly and up to my breasts. Ice. Oh God…

“Hold still, sweetheart.”

The ice connects with my clamped nipples—both at the same time—and I nearly levitate off the bed. I make noises that barely sound human, but I can’t seem to control them.