Page 46 of Wrecked
“We’ve still gotta clear the rooms,” she said before they traipsed back upstairs.
One by one, they checked the suites and their private bathrooms. In the room where the couple had been playing, the smell of sex still hovered in the air.
After clearing the bathroom, she found him staring at the wall of kink toys.
“You like using these?” he asked.
“Depends.”
He lifted the nipple clamps. “What about this?”
She eyed the small metal clamps with the rubber tips. “Are you sure we should be talking about this?” Even in the dimly-lit room, she couldn’t miss the hunger in his eyes.
“This is our business.”
His gritty rasp captured her full attention, while another hit of adrenaline jetted through her. “It’s our job to run a club, not share what turns us on, what doesn’t, or any fetishes—”
“I’ll go first,” he said cutting her off. “I don’t like blowjobs.”
Her mouth dropped open. “You’re kidding, right?”
“No, it’s a hard pass for me.”
“Well, you haven’t gotten one from me,” she murmured.
A growl shot out of him.
The air turned turbulent while heat shot through her.
She sashayed close and took the nipple clamps out of his hand. “I tried these, once. The pain reminded me not to get too comfortable with the pleasure. Pleasure is fleeting, but pain… pain sticks around.”
She pinched the end of her finger with one of the clamps. The discomfort was mild when compared to the sting on her tender nipple.
She flicked her gaze to his. “Hold out your finger.”
When he did, she loosened the pressure, clamped it on the tip of his finger. “How’s the pain?”
“None.”
“Ever used these?” she prodded.
“No.” His rumbling growl landed between her legs.
She removed both clamps from their fingers. “Wanna try it?”
“Are you daring me?” His voice had dropped, the grittiness making her clit throb.
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“Take off your shirt,” she said.
Wasn’t the first time she’d dared him to do something, but itwasthe first time she’d dared him to do something sexual.
He yanked off his T-shirt, stood there bare chested. She broke eye contact to fiddle with the clamps. “I’m adjusting the pressure.”
“Are you telling me I can’t handle the pain?”
“Nice and easy is more my style.” She dropped her gaze to his chest, then his nipples. Slowly, she ran her fingertip over his nubs. Her delicate touch ignited his need and he released another growl.
