Billionaire's Captive Complete Trilogy - Stasia Black Page 0,38

my folds, tickling my labia. Another petal breaks off, and another. The Beast crouches low and blows over my skin, and I clench my core. The petals scatter.

He spends time with his head angled this way and that, his mouth hovering over me, his lips pursed so each breath sends petals dancing over the bare canvas of my flesh. He sends the petals this way and that until goosebumps rise on my bare midriff and my pussy aches.

Then he straightens, rising over me to observe me like a work of art. My flesh prickles further.

“Beautiful,” he finally pronounces, and turns away.

“No,” I whimper, tugging at my bonds. I’m aching, dying for him to touch me.

“No?” He shoots a smirk over his shoulder. “Are you trying to tell me something, Daphne? Have I given you any indication that you’re in charge?”

I shake my head. Maybe, if I’m a good girl, he’ll come back and ease this crazy ache.

He sets a small wooden box on the bed and lays down beside me, his head by my hip. The bed creaks with his weight.

He turns the rose, shows me the stem. The thorns.

“You told me pain makes you feel alive,” he reminds me. I raise my chin, refusing to cringe away. He circles my nipple with the sharp point. One wrong move and he’d prick me. My blood would well, the color the same shade as the rose…

“I bought you something.”

He sets the rose aside and opens the box, angling it so I don’t have to crane my neck too much to see the contents: strangely shaped jewelry adorned with glittering green stones.

“Do you know what these are?” He lifts one to show me the clamp mechanism.

“No,” I swallow. “But I can guess.”

“I’d tell you,” he holds the clamp open over my nipple. “But I’d rather show you.” When the clamp closes, the bite sends a shot of sensation straight to my pussy. I breathe out, letting the low-level pain linger and fade away.

The Beast studies my face carefully. He must see the exact moment when I’ve adjusted to one clamp, because he nods. “And the other.”

This time he holds the clamp open over my nipple for an interminable moment. I have to close my eyes. My focus makes the bite worse, or maybe it’s just the compound pricking sensation from two clamped nipples.

“Beautiful,” he says again. “Open your eyes, Daphne.”

I obey and he teases the undersides of my breasts with the rose. My breasts feel fuller, aching not with pain but with need.

“These are far from the most intense clamps I could use. You look so lovely, I might find a pair you can wear all day. With emeralds to match your eyes.”

“You’re nuts,” I say without heat.

“Careful. I have a third clamp I could use.”

Third clamp? “Where…” My voice trails off as I realize what he’s threatening. “Oh.” My eyes widen. “You’d clamp me…there?”

“I would. I will. Not today. We’ll work up to it.”

I should be mad, raging at the thought of him adorning my breasts and clit with jewels and parading me around his castle naked, but I’m panting, incomparably turned on.

“I wonder,” he murmurs, with a studied glance at my pussy. “You can take the pain. But do you like it?”

He rises from the bed, repositioning himself between my legs. With my hips elevated, I can only see the dark top of his head as he bows over me. I stifle a moan as he nuzzles me.

“Oh, Daphne, you like it. You like it very much.” He raises his head enough for me to see his evil expression. “You know what this means?”

“No,” I gasp, my chest heaving.

“There’s so much for us to explore. So many combinations of pain and pleasure. So many ways to make you feel alive…” He lowers himself down and I let my head fall back. I can’t fight anymore. When his tongue finally touches me, I give in.

Eighteen

Beast

She tastes sweet. I’ve scented her before but this is my first taste and oh fuck. I’m supposed to be the one in control here. I fist my fingers into the sheets, chasing her honey with my tongue. I need more. I need every drop. Her lithe body jerks, the emeralds winking at me.

My erection hardens to stone at the sight. She’s submitted so beautifully. Without qualm or question. Only trust. Trust in me.

No one’s ever given themselves to me so freely, before or certainly not after I was scarred. No one’s trusted me like this in