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“First your arms.” He set the silver screw clamps on the platform under her breasts, then strapped her forearms down.

The position felt a bit odd, as if she were kneeling on a hill, but when he went back to playing with her nipples she didn’t care.

Landon bent, angling his head as he grabbed her tit at the base, pulling it towards him. He sucked her right nipple a few times, biting gently, before pulling back and applying the clamp.

The rubber-coated tips were curved, and gently gripped the base of the nipple, where it flared into her areola. The man knew what he was doing.

The clamp tightened, pinching down as he turned the screw. She whimpered, and he tipped her face up. Whatever he saw in her expression—most likely needy, glossy-eyed arousal—made him loosen the clamp just a little.

“Have you ever pierced these?” he asked before bending to suck her unclamped nipple into his mouth.

“No. I wouldn’t have the patience to let them heal. Months without nipple play sounds terrible.” Her words faded out into a moan as he applied the second clamp.

Landon gripped her by the throat, her jaw resting on the edge of his hand. “Pretend I’m behind you, and just gave you permission to fuck yourself on my cock,” he murmured.

Colette rocked forward and back, and the small bells attached to the clamps made a high, delicate sound.

“Perfect. And I agree, I wouldn’t want to wait for healing to play with these. Though I do like the look of delicate gold hoops.”

Landon flicked each clamp once before sliding his hand down her side as he walked to her ass. “Did either Rolf or Andrei do physical aftercare?”

“Rolf did, when we were in the storeroom.”

“What did he do?”

“Applied aloe lotion. Oh, and last night Andrei gave me an ice pack to sit on, before I sat on his lap.” She twisted to look back at him. “I’m not saying that to upset you.” The last thing she wanted was for him to change his mind about touching and fucking her.

“Doesn’t bother me now that I’m touching you again. Now that I’ve got you like this.” He smiled and danced his fingertips up the insides of her widely spread thighs. “I’m glad they took care of you. Have I apologized for being a fucking wanker yet?”

“Yes, you have.” Colette arched a brow. “I can think of a few ways you can show me just how sorry you are.”

He snorted and swatted her pussy with a quick, upwards slap of his palm.

Colette gasped, the sting of the slap inconsequential when paired with the jolt of pleasure.

“That was your punishment from earlier,” he said softly.

“I can take more,” she breathed.

“I know you can. But a spanking isn’t what you’re going to take right now.” He spread her pussy lips, tugging them gently, before bracing the heel of his hand against her taint. One finger stroked her clit in a circle, the diameter just a little too wide. Teasing her.

“I’m going to insert one finger,” he said in a low, rich voice. “And I’m going to see how you respond to having your g-spot touched.”

Hearing him narrate what he was going to do to her was shockingly erotic. She was almost lightheaded with arousal.

He tightened the circle around her clit, making more direct contact.

“I may add a second finger,” he said. “To check and see if you’re ready for my cock.”

“I am,” she whimpered, almost embarrassed by how needy she sounded.

“Are you? Because I’m going to fuck you deeper, and harder, than anyone ever has before.” His voice was hard but warm.

Again she whimpered, her pussy clenching in reaction to his words.

“So wet for me.” He stroked her clit one last time before sliding the tip of his finger up to her vagina. He touched the entrance gently, not quite penetrating.

“Colette.” His tone had changed. “I want you to take my finger in. When you’re ready.”