Undone Rebel (Undone Lovers, Book One) by Lila Dubois

they slipped away.
    “You’ve been very good. You’re an exceptionally beautiful woman, and a gorgeous submissive. Are you ready to be fucked?”
    Addie nodded so hard the straps of the gag creaked.
    “I’m not ready to fuck you yet.”
    Tears sprang to Addie’s eyes. She was actually about to cry, she was so confused and frustrated and ready.
    “I’m going to clamp these pretty nipples, then I’ll fuck you with a glass cock. I wish I could fuck you myself.”
    Addie watched him walk away, to the dresser where he’d gotten the gag. He grabbed a straight-backed chair from the dining set on his way back and positioned it in front of her.
    He dangled two slim clamps in front of her. They looked like tweezers with rubber tips.
    “See the circle of metal around the prongs? This allows me to tighten it. This can be anything from,” he positioned the prongs on her right nipple, the little rubber pads pressing in, “pressure to,” he slid the circle of metal up near the tips, forcing the prongs closed, “pain.”
    Addie shrieked through her gag as the clamp bit into her nipple. Lane lessened the tension to simple pressure, then attached the second clamp to the other breast. The chain connecting them dangled against her belly.
    Lane touched something on the front of her gag. There was a hiss of air and the horrible thing in her mouth started to deflate. He quickly released the straps. When he pulled it away, Addie opened and closed her mouth, swallowing the spit that had pooled. Finally, he released her wrists.
    “Bend forward and put your hands on the chair.” He pointed to the straight chair he’d brought over.
    Carefully, Addie did as he’d ordered. The nipple clamps shifted, causing her to moan in pleasure. She was afraid to move too fast, afraid she would fly apart into a million pieces. She’d never been so aware of all the parts of her body—she could feel her heartbeat in her clit.
    “Arch your back, lock your elbows.” Lane touched her as he gave the orders, pressing on the small of her back and tapping her elbows. “You’ll maintain the position until I tell you to change or release it.”
    “Yes, Lane.”
    “Good girl.” He lifted the hair from the back of her neck and blew across her nape.
    A shiver danced down Addie’s back. Lane released her hair. He brushed the back of her thighs and ass, and when she looked over her shoulder, Addie saw he’d positioned himself between her legs, one foot on the floor, the other knee on the bed.
    He spent some time examining and playing with her exposed ass and sex. Fingers danced over her ass, pulling the cheeks apart to examine her rear entrance. He repeated his examination of her pussy, tracing the lips with his thumbs, opening her, blowing across her clit.
    Her belly and legs were trembling with arousal. Addie let her head dangle between her arms as she panted, sure this was what it was like to be an animal in heat, focused on nothing but sex.
    Then his fingers were gone.
    Something hard pressed against her clit. “That’s the tip of the dildo.”
    Addie flexed her hips, rubbing her clit against it. “Oh, oh fuck ye—” she bit back the words, not wanting him to stop, or to end up gagged.
    “Why did you stop talking?”
    “I don’t want you to gag me or not fuck me.”
    “Hmm, you haven’t learned yet. What do you need before you can come?”
    What was it? Oh.
    “Lane, I need to come. I want to come. If you don’t fuck me, don’t make me come, I think I’ll go insane. Please.” The words tumbled from her, one after the other.
    Lane slid the dildo from her clit to the entrance to her sex. “You may come.” He pushed the dildo into her with one firm thrust.
    Addie was so tight, so aroused that she felt it open her, felt each glorious, blessed inch filling her. She came up on her toes, almost tipped forward. Lane grabbed her waist, held her in place as he drew the glass dildo out of body and thrust it in again.
    “Oh, oh yes. Oh