Page 45 of Hot As Ice

“Mmm, good girl.” He takes my other nipple into his mouth, alternately sucking and kissing it until I’m writhing and gasping, unable to hide how much I want him.

He places his hand flat on the front of my panties. “Are you wet for me, baby?” He rubs a finger slowly against the panel of fabric and smiles. “Yup. Soaked through.”

My breathing is ragged. I think I’ll come the second he slips his finger inside; I’m so turned on. But he doesn’t. He raises his hand and grips my breast again.

“Hunter.” I take a deep breath. I feel out of control, but I don’t want to show it.

“What?” He gazes up at me as his tongue circles my nipple.

“Touch me.” Despite my best efforts, I sound desperate and needy.

Hunter blows on my nipple and I jerk.

“Say that again,” he commands.

“I want you to touch me.” I spread my legs further. “Please.”

“Touch you where, princess?”

I struggle against the ropes tying me to the bed, frustrated and insanely aroused. “You know where.”

“Tell me.”

“Down there.”

“Where?” He moves his hand to my knee. “Here?”

I groan. “No.”

He puts his hand on my thigh. “Here?”

“No.”

He chuckles, clearly enjoying himself. “Be specific.”

“My pussy,” I say through clenched teeth. “Touch me there.”

“Beg me.”

“Please. I’m dying.”

He hooks his fingers into my underwear and peels it off me, slowly, deliberately, his eyes locked on mine the whole time. Then he’s on his knees in front of me, spreading my legs and staring at my pussy with the hungriest eyes I’ve ever seen.

I force myself not to squirm.

“Damn, baby, you’re dripping wet for me.”

“You’re still not touching me,” I complain, and he laughs.

Then he gets off the bed, and I want to scream. “Where are you going?”

He reaches into the drawer next to the bed and pulls something out. “What is that?” I ask him.

“Nipple clamps,” he says, holding it up. He presses down on the clamps so they open and close. They’re linked together by a thin rose gold chain. “They’re adjustable.”

“Wh-what?”

“So innocent,” he says and takes one of the clamps and places it on my nipple. I scream and gasp as the pain slices through me. Hunter leans over me and sucks the tip of my nipple, fiddling with something on the side of the clamp. Most of the pain subsides but there’s still a sharp pinching sensation.