Page 23 of Over the Line

“Indeed,” he agreed. “I’m open to you convincing me otherwise.”

“How, Sir?”

“That’s a good start.” He reached down to grasp her nipples again. Since he believed in keeping his promises, he said, “Stand.”

He pulled on the tips, lengthening her nipples and stretching her breasts.

She grabbed his arms for support and hissed through clenched teeth. He continued until she was standing. “Let go of me,” he instructed. “Hands behind your back again. Surrender.”

Eyes wide with total trust, she did.

He kept up the pressure until she was on her toes. “Beautiful,” he told her. “How does it feel?”

“Oh, damn, Sir… It hurts.”

“Too much?”

“Yes. And not enough.”

He understood and he delighted in her.

Abruptly, he released his terrible grip, only to gather her in his arms and pull her close. “You can relax.”

With her chest heaving, she snuggled against him, and he smoothed her hair before cradling her head.

Then he placed his other hand on her back. “You’re a brave little sub. In fact, you’ve almost earned that orgasm.”

She looked up. “Sir?”

“My bedroom is on the second story. I’d like you to crawl up the stairs.” He was asking a lot from her. She wanted to let go, push the outer edges of a pain-induced adrenaline rush. But this… Being submissive…? “Your choice,” he reminded her. “But I want to watch your ass move.”

“I’m beginning to think that’s one of your kinks.”

“It wasn’t. Until I saw you walk across the patio at the Den. Now all I can think of is your ass. And I’m wondering if it’s red enough.”

“I created a monster, Sir.”

“You did, indeed. Now get up the stairs. If it’s easier, I can fetch a leash.”

Her wide-eyed innocent look vanished as she blinked several times in rapid succession. “I can manage on my own, Sir,” she assured him, pulling away.

With athletic grace, she lowered herself to her knees.

“Wait a moment,” he said. “We’ll go upstairs soon.”

She remained in position but looked at him with a frown.

He crossed to a kitchen drawer filled with all sorts of random items and dug through it until he found two small clips. They weren’t as serviceable as proper nipple clamps, but since his toys were upstairs, these would work for now.

After testing their grip on his pinkie, he returned to her.

Her breasts hung freely, and he’d never seen anything more enticing. “Since your nipples are already sore, these will intensify the sensation.” He bent to fondle her left breast, smacking it back and forth until she gasped. Then he brutally squeezed it. “I haven’t even touched your nipple and already it’s getting harder.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Do you want me to clamp it?”

She turned her head to look at him. “Do it. Please.”