Over the Line by Sierra Cartwright Page A

pleasure.” He twisted her nipple then released the clip onto it, not right at the edge as that would cause her too much pain, but a little farther back so that she could tolerate the tension.
    He tugged on the makeshift clamp, making sure it was secure. “It should stay on,” he said. “It would probably hurt if it came off accidentally.” He flicked it a couple of times, just because he could.
    She arched her back in unspoken response, but she didn’t complain.
    “That’s a good sub.” He thought he heard her growl, but he couldn’t be certain. “Shall I place the other or leave you lopsided?”
    “I don’t suppose we could remove this one so that they’d match, Sir?”
    “After all the trouble I’ve gone to?”
    “Of course not. What was I thinking, Sir?”
    He moved around her, glad she couldn’t see his smile. She looked stunning with that slight arch to her back. Her long blonde hair was in wild disarray, and he was tempted to grab a fistful as he slammed into her from behind.
    It took all his self-control to think only about her, about increasing the pleasure of her upcoming orgasm. He could wait. Surely.
    He leant down to play with her right breast, plumping it, releasing it. She moaned and moved away from him, so he toyed with the clamp he’d already placed.
    “Sir!”
    “Sub?”
    That she didn’t turn and slay him with a look told him she was sinking into the scene. Damn, he liked this, giving her what she wanted, even if she didn’t realise that yet. He was certain that when she’d attended this evening’s solstice party at the Den, she’d been planning to get a spanking from some random man before saying goodnight and waltzing out of the door. But he hoped this was better, hoped that nothing else could match the high of being with a Dom who was intent on giving her a unique, consuming experience.
    He gently swatted her right breast and teased the nipple into an erect state. She dropped her head, and he took advantage of her distraction to place the clamp.
    “Oww.”
    “You’ll be all right.” He caressed her flesh. “Your swollen nipples look hot.” He captured her chin and turned her head so that he could read her expression. Her eyes were wide and they had a glazed look to them, making the blue even more startling. “How’s your pussy? Are you getting as turned on as I am?”
    “I…” She licked her lower lip.
    He felt as if she’d taken a sledgehammer to his solar plexus. The things he could imagine that pink tongue doing…
    “Why don’t you see for yourself?” she said, the husk in her voice an invitation.
    He needed to be careful. She was as smart as she was sassy, and she was adept at manipulation. “I think I will,” he said. “Present your ass to me.”
    “Sir?”
    “Move around and put your breasts on the floor.”
    “That’s…”
    “Not what you were expecting? Do it.”
    She moved slowly, as if hoping to minimise the sway of her breasts. Every motion, he knew, would bring a wave of pain to her nipples. But all that would be nothing compared with the agony she’d feel when her breasts were crushed against the wood.
    Once she was where he wanted her, he said, “Reach back and spread your buttocks.”
    He waited while she did as she was told. She readjusted herself several times, obviously to find a more comfortable position. Before she was situated, he toyed with her pussy. “You’re definitely wet,” he told her as he slid his hand back and forth. “I’d like your permission to put a finger inside you.”
    “Yes.” The word was almost a hiss. “Yes, Sir.”
    He entered her slowly, and manoeuvred until he felt the difference in the texture of her internal flesh and touched her G-spot.
    “Oh! My God .” She bucked and forced herself back, seeking more.
    He indulged her for a few seconds, placing the pad of one thumb lightly against her anal whorl and feathering the lightest of touches over her clit.
    “So close,” she whispered. “Please,