Page 154 of Librarian

The first clamp flicks closed over her breast, and air whooshes out of her in a rush. I take the opportunity, pressing my thumb deeper into her mouth. She sucks on the digit, her breath coming in shallow little pants as the pain settles.

Hot. Wet. Writhing. The ultimate tease.

I chuck the other clamp at North and reach out, soothing the furrow in her brow with a soft shushing noise. He’s silent as he takes up position on her other side, then snaps it closed around her free nipple.

This time she cries out against my hand.

“You look gorgeous like this, Kyrie.” I sweep a strand of hair out of her face and step back to admire the view.

Such a work of art.

This time, I let myself cup her pussy, sliding my middle finger inside her as I do. Scorching, soaked flesh engulfs me. Suddenly, promising her I wouldn’t come seems like the stupidest bargain I’ve ever made.

If her mouth was hot and wet, her cunt is even sweeter.

If I ever sink inside of her, I’m done for.

Good job I have North to act as my stand in.

Kyrith starts to tremble as I slowly thrust my finger in and out of her, the movement setting off the clamps on her breasts. I graze my thumb over her clit, once, then twice.

The tiny nubbin swells, eager for my touch.

Pulling back, I lick the salty sweetness of her from my hand, then pick up the final clamp and prepare to watch the fireworks.

Forty-Three

Kyrith

Oh. My.Stars.

My clit is sparking. The pinching pain of the clamp is drawn out, mellowing, until it morphs into the same deep ache that has completely consumed my breasts.

“Beautiful,” Leo praises, and I preen. “How does that feel?” His fingers tweak the clamp on my left breast, and I moan.

“Good.” If I don’t move—don’t breathe too deeply—then the pressure is wholly pleasurable.

Leo hums under his breath, adjusts something, and suddenly the clamp is tighter, the line between pleasure and pain crossed again.

“Now?”

“Hurts,” I pant. “Stars, I—Sir, please.”

He chuckles under his breath. “Perfect.”

A second later, my right nipple is adjusted to match. Then something tugs at both, brushing the skin between my breasts and…

“Argh,” I bite out the sound as he connects the chain to my clit, tightening the clamp there at the same time. “No, no, no. Too much.”

There’s a heavy pause. “That’s not your safe word, Kyrie.”

My lips mash shut, because as much as this is torture, I don’t want it to end. Just when the pain has started to fade into pressure, a hand—it must be Leo’s—lands sharply on my inner thigh.

I jolt. Air leaves my lungs in a moan as the movement sets off the cascade. The chain jiggles, tugging all three clamps, sending bright, stinging, beautiful agony to twist and dance with the arousal simmering in my belly. Before I have a chance to process, he does it again. The new strike overlaps the still-heated flesh from the first.

I’m shaking, the chain swinging. Somehow, the gentle brush of it over my navel is worse than the way the clamps tug and bite at my tender flesh. Leo’s fingers return to my pussy, tracing the folds of my sex like he’s studying them.

Then he tugs the clamp on my clit and plunges two fingers directly inside me.