Page 76 of On His Terms
She screamed.
“I’ll repeat myself one last time. Pinch your nipple. Hold it for five seconds.”
Once she’d complied, he released the clamp. Even though her breaths were ragged, she continued to cup her breasts. “At times, you really are a well-behaved submissive.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
“You may let go of your breasts.”
She remembered to express her gratitude again.
“The reason these are my favorites is that when you tug on them, they tighten, rather than coming off.” To show her what he meant, he stood and then gathered the chain. “Stand.” He exerted pressure on her nipples as she climbed to her feet in a shaky move. He did love the sight of her in stilettos. Once she’d found her footing, he tugged again, urging her onto her tiptoes. “I should have clamped you a long time ago. It works great as a leash.”
“Sir! Fuck!”
“Over here.” He led her toward the couch.
She had no choice but to follow, but she didn’t question him.
“Kneel up.” He released the chain, and the sudden change in tension made her wince again.
When she had settled into position, he said, “Remove my belt.”
“Are you…?”
“Going to punish you? Yes.”
Her lower lip trembled, but he knew this time it was from fear, rather than an attempt to sway him.
She unfastened his buckle, then slid the leather through the loops. “You’re staying dressed, Sir?”
“You told me that it reinforces your subservience. So yes. I want you to be aware of your station.”
“Of course.” She doubled the leather over and held it.
“Offer it to me.”
As she extended her hands, she looked downward.
“That was very nice. But if you’re hoping to get me to go easier on you, it won’t work.” He accepted her offering.
Shuddering, she returned to the kneel up position. He took a seat. “Over my lap, girl.” To hurry her along, he grabbed the chain.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Was that hostility in your tone?”
“No, Sir.”
She draped herself across his lap. He jostled her around slightly. “If you need to grab hold of my ankles for support, you may. But you may not try to evade what you have coming to you.”
“I understand.”
“I’m going to give you eight strokes.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
Such a delicious mixture of defiance and obedience. He rubbed her skin to get the blood flowing. If she were his, he would enjoy seeing marks that lasted, but no doubt she wanted to look good for Master Evan C. “How do your nipple clamps feel?”