Page 83 of Royal Mistake
So few men had sparked my interest let alone fueled the bad girl side of me that I found myself remaining in the same fog as I rubbed my face against the inside of one leg. When he reached down, stroking my head like he would a kitty cat, I was also oddly comfortable with what he was doing.
“Good girl. Come with me, good kitty, for some additional bling.”
He remained near me, obviously enjoying my shameful kitty cat strut but I was comforted by the fact he kept his hand on my head. When we were close to a very comfortable-looking chair, he turned around, taking a whiff of the ocean breeze before sitting down.
As if he would do on his throne.
I remained on all fours, uncertain what the heck I was supposed to do. When he placed a single finger under my chin, using it to encourage me to rise onto my knees, I noticed on the table beside him appeared to be some other… terrifying-looking implements. Given my limited but curious research into the dark world of BDSM, and the fact I’d read Fifty Shades of Grey, I knew instinctively the sterling silver-looking two pieces connected by a chain were nipple clamps.
I was staring at them wide eyed, my mouth suddenly going completely dry.
There appeared to be a vibrator of some kind and a funny-looking little rubber flower bulb. I had no idea what that was.
“My friend said you were a true sadist.”
“She did, did she?” he asked, laughing. “Well, she isn’t wrong, but tonight is continuing your training. Nothing you aren’t ready to handle.”
This time, he didn’t ask if I trusted him. Maybe it didn’t matter given the deal we’d entered into.
“Another round of pain and pleasure?”
“Exactly, my cupcake.” He held up the nipple clamps, allowing me to hear the slight noise as he squeezed first one then the other open. “These will look dazzling on you.”
As he flicked his finger back and forth across my nipple, I should continue to be floored at my body’s reaction to him, but I wasn’t.
“Purr for me, kitty.” He pinched my nipples a few times before opening one of the clamps. I knew instinctively it was going to hurt like a son of a bitch.
I was right.
As soon as both were in place, I couldn’t stop gasping or moaning. My eyes were watering so badly the tears were stinging. I closed them, trying to keep from begging him to rip them off. I almost did it myself until I realized my pussy was throbbing.
How was that possible?
“Good girl. How do they feel?”
“Are you fucking kidding me? I mean, sir. They hurt. Like hell.” Now I was panting like a dog.
“You’ll get used to them. And the plug?”
I was as close to being as humiliated as I’d been in my entire life. “It makes me feel full.”
“Mmm…” He reached around me, rolling his fingers down my spine. I tingled more than usual from his touch. Until I realized what he was doing. I hadn’t paid close enough attention that the butt plug could vibrate. As soon as he turned it on, I threw my head back, screaming into the night sky.
“Oh. My. God.”
The sensations were powerful, so much so I would never be able to find the right words. All I knew was that the various sensations were hot and cold, agonizing and incredible.
“I’m not finished yet, my cupcake.”
The way he said my nickname tonight was dirtier than normal. I was vaguely aware he’d picked up the flower thingy. I tried to focus as I always did, curious as to what in the heck he was holding.
“What. What is that?” I breathed, totally forgetting his need for respect. To hell with him right now. I was too far gone to care, my mind blown.
“This is a ravishing rose, my sweet. Never forget. Pleasure and pain. Open your legs wider and grip the seat cushion between mine.”
“Yes, sir.” I did as he commanded, keeping one eye open as he eased the rose thingy between my legs. Within a few seconds the pulsing air and the slight vibration forced my back straight.
His upper lip was curled as he watched me, so intent on my reaction. “This should bring you the ultimate in pleasure.”