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“How about I show you?” Cammie slipped away before he could object and went straight into the restroom. “Back in a jiff!”
She’d stuffed the outfit, if you could call it that, under the sink before they’d left for the party, and when she pulled it out to look at it again, she had a moment of hesitation. She loved playing dress-up, but this was…well, very daring for her. The mannequin she’d seen it on had been about as curvy as she was, and it had looked so appealing in the store. She held the leather straps and buckles up to the mirror. It was the kind of kink wear that would only take form once it was on her.
What the hell?It wasn’t like she was going to disappoint Zane now that she’d teased him.
She quickly stripped then, somehow, remembered how each of the straps were supposed to go. There were chains to attach but she’d let Zane do the honors.
With a deep, steady breath, and her heart in her throat, she flung open the door and tried to keep the grimace off her face.
Would he like it? Would he think it was too much?
“Ho-ly shiiiit!” Zane took her in from head to toe then back again.
The leather outfit had a high collar that was tight against her throat, then straps that went down, parting around her breasts to a corset that cinched her tight enough to make Cammie very aware of each breath she took. There was nothing on the bottom, so she stood there, practically naked—no, absolutely naked, but for a few straps and flaps.
“You like it?” Her voice sounded breathy, probably because her lungs were being squeezed inside the corset.
Zane nodded enthusiastically, which dampened any nervousness roiling in her stomach.
“I need some help with the final touches.” She held up the nipple clamps that dangled from the collar, then turned to show him the wrist cuffs that would secure her arms behind her back.
The bed squeaked as Zane launched himself from it. He was on her in less than a second, tugging her hands into the cuffs, then latching them tight around her wrists. “Good?”
Cammie bit her lip as she glanced over her shoulder, her range of motion limited by the collar. Zane pulled on the chain that bound her arms to her body, teasing the give, which wasn’t much. She slumped into him, her hands just at the right level to rub his cock through the kilt he still wore.
He pressed his lips to her earlobe, teasing the sensitive spot, so tingles rushed over her scalp and down her spine. “You did good, Cammie,” he growled. “Safe word?”
She shivered, her legs wobbled, her pussy ached. “Crimson.” She wanted his hands on her clit, not on her hips where they teased along the crease of her pelvis.
“The clamps—”
“Are you rushing me, woman?” He swatted her tit hard enough to sting.
“No, Sir.” She pressed her palm against the bulge in his kilt.
“Good girl. Crimson is a good choice of word. Your skin will be flushed red when I’m finished with you.” He cupped both her breasts, weighting them in his hands before tenderly stroking her nipples until they were pebble-hard and throbbing. He jangled the clamps, letting them bang against one another so they clattered. “These look tight.”
He pinched one nipple so hard that she cried out, but before the pain subsided, he attached the clamp and sent the burn deep into her tit. She moaned as her body fought to absorb the shock of such sharp prongs digging into her sensitive nipple. He turned her around, whipping her so quickly that her breast swayed, causing a fresh wave of pain to rocket through her. He latched onto her other nipple with his lips, sucking, licking, soothing one where the other burned like a thousand suns. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the contrast. He blew on her wet nipple, and it tingled pleasantly. As he lulled her with his attention, her shoulders lost their tension, and she let her head fall back. When he stopped licking her with lazy strokes, she wondered why, but only for a second—then she remembered. He clamped the other nipple, the metal teeth biting down hard, but before she could scream through it, he swallowed her mouth with his, taking her sound, her moans, her whimpers into him and devouring her whole.
Her legs couldn’t hold her but it didn’t matter, because Zane had her. She let him take control. He hoisted her up by the cuffs on her wrists, forcing her back to arch so her breasts pulled taut and her nipples pulsed all over again. She moaned long and low, a deep growl that came from her belly and rolled over her tongue, making her sound like an animal.
“I like the noises you make, Cammie.” Zane put her on her knees, then forced her face onto the mattress, turning her head so she could breathe. “I want to hear you when I’m fucking you.”
With one hand still yanking her wrists back, he reached around and brushed his other hand against the clamps, pulling a hiss from her lips.
“That’s right, Cammie. That’s what I want to hear.” He pressed her deeper into the bed, forcing her chest down so her tits squished against the soft fabric, a million tiny daggers of sensation against her aching nipples. They burned. Oh God, they burned.
“Ohhhh,” she moaned.
He nudged her legs apart with his knee and she heard the scrape of the buckle on his kilt as he unlatched it. The kilt fell away with a clatter to the floor. A few more shifts, tugs, then he slipped a silky rope across her shoulders, just above her breasts and another around her corseted torso. He yanked her body upward slightly and her body backward so her tits pulled off the bed by mere centimeters, tweaking her nipples in their clamps and maddening her even more as they scraped along the sheets.
She groaned right from her belly—a tortured sound to match the pain.
“Keep your head down as low as you can, Cammie.” His voice, full of warning, let her know that if she didn’t heed his words there’d be punishment.
She strained to keep it down and wanted to so badly to press her cheek to the mattress, but the rope tugged her up and back just enough to prevent her from doing that. She had to brace her weight with her knees to keep from swinging forward. Her tits jiggled with every shift she made, sending jolts of fresh agony through her upper body.
“I bought something for you, too.” Zane’s words were punctuated by a buzz that Cammie knew all too well. “Stopped by Steve Posh’s vibrator stand and picked up this beauty.” He shifted forward, nudging her ass with his cock as he showed her the dildo. “I thought it would commemorate our trip.”
