Page 115 of Masters of Pleasure
He couldn’t take his eyes off her as she came around the couch.Instead of climbing back into her previous position, she knelt at his feet.Knees apart, back straight, she lifted the hand holding the clamps, which were connected by a little chain.
“Sir.”Her eyes were lowered, but the smile playing on her lips made it clear she was enjoying herself.
Fuck.
That shouldn’t be as hot as it was.
Avery
On her knees, excitement and happiness humming through her veins, Avery could barely keep her breaths even.
Olivia had been right.She’d been so right.Avery was submissive.Kneeling naked at Nick’s feet while she called him Sir and handed him a pair of clamps to use on her… she couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this good.The last time something had felt this right.
Vanilla sex with him hadn’t been bad.Not at all.It had been incredibly good.
But this… this was a different need.A different craving.One that vanilla sex hadn’t satisfied.A need it hadn’t been able to touch, much less fulfill.
“Uh, rise so I can…” Nick waved his empty hand, coughing before speaking again, this time with more authority.“Rise up, Avery.”
Avery pressed her lips together against her amusement.She didn’t find him any less sexy because of his moment of hesitation.Witnessing him overcome, hearing the change in his voice as he moved into a more dominant headspace was hot.Intimate.Something no other woman would get to see, no matter what happened between her and Nick.
Even if they didn’t work out, this time with him, these moments were all hers.When it came to kink, he was a virgin, and she was so ready to pop his cherry.A moment of hesitation here or there was nothing but reminders he was new to this.She was going to thoroughly enjoy watching him come into his own.
Rising onto her knees, she glanced at him questioningly, her hands hanging loosely at her sides.The new position gave him much easier access to her breasts, and he leaned forward, using his free hand to cup one of them.
“When was the last time you used these clamps?”
Avery hesitated.Peeked at him again.His expression hardened, the look in his eyes suspicious.
“Um… Tuesday after you went to work.”
“I see.”
Her hands moved behind her back automatically, responding to the displeased tone of her Dom’s voice.It didn’t take a genius to figure out the reason she’d used the clamps—she’d been masturbating.
The gentle hand caressing her shifted, the fingers closing around her nipple and pinching hard.Avery moaned as the flash of pain and pleasure shot straight through to her needy core.Nick had been rough before now, but not so deliberately sadistic, and every part of her body happily responded to the difference.
“Naughty girl.”His voice was low, rough.
Avery closed her eyes, taking in deep breaths as he tugged on her nipple.The desire and pain pulsed through her, making her muscles clench in anticipation.
“No more playing with yourself without permission.”
“Yes, Sir.”The reply was automatic, but the surge of pure pleasure at his command was a rush that came from deep inside, filling her up and sending her soaring.She’d needed this so badly.She hadn’t realized how badly until this moment when it was finally happening.Her mind had hidden the problem because it had been too painful to acknowledge.
Another time, she might have been resentful at the command, but now?
Nope.Turned on.One hundred percent turned on.
Not that she should need to ask permission often, considering how high Nick’s libido was.The only reason she had on Tuesday was she hadn’t been able to stop thinking about everything he’d been learning in class.Thinking about what he was going to do to her soon, she had needed her clamps and BOB.
She had a feeling she wouldn’t need BOB for a while after this.If Nick even gave her permission.
The idea he might not sent another fizz of excitement through her.
That was the reaction that occasionally made her question what was wrong with her brain chemistry.She shouldn’t like being told if she could masturbate, right?It was a solitary activity for a reason.
And yet, she did.
