Her slightly befuddled expression when he finished made him grin. Damn, but he’d be happy to call it a night and take her to bed.
But no, this evening was for her. Well, mostly. Torturing her a bit was going to be fun.
“Valerie? Disparaging thoughts?”
“Well.” She bit her lip, thinking. “Maybe one thought when I first arrived. A couple of times with Kahlua’s insults, but I pushed them away and moved on. I have to admit, it was a relief to see her and my ex head out the door.”
“Of course it was.” Because from what he’d seen, the two would make her feel as if she’d stepped onto a battlefield. She’d shown courage in being so honest. He crossed his arms over his chest. “Thank you for sharing with me. I think punishment for the thoughts along with a reward for not letting them linger. Yes, a combination sounds appropriate.”
Her expression turned wary.
“If you hadn’t told me the truth, you would have spent the rest of the evening naked.”
She took a step back.
“I appreciate your honesty, sweetheart, and your dress will stay on…but open.” He unzipped the front completely, from neckline to hemline, and the edges fell open.
“Jesus, woman, you really are beautiful,” he growled. Cupping her breasts, he found her skin warm and slightly damp from the unforgiving vinyl. Her nipples responded to his fingers immediately, turning into perfect hard peaks.
Her lips were puffy from his kisses, her hair tousled from his fingers. She looked like someone who should be tossed onto a bed and ravished.
He couldn’t.
Fucking manager job.
But…her punishment would be a delightful diversion.
Gripping her forearms, he set them behind her back and locked her thin wrist cuffs together.
Straightening, he studied her face.
Ah, there were the first hints of nervousness, something any Dom would savor. And any sadist would enjoy what he was about to do next.
He pulled the first set of silvery chains from his right pocket.
“A necklace?” she asked.
“Mmmph, let’s call it body jewelry.” When he untangled a tweezer clamp from the chains, her apprehension visibly grew.
Nice.
Her velvety nipples were still jutting perfectly. He fastened one clamp on the left, tightening it until her entire body tensed. “Breathe, pet. Another.”
Savoring her submission to his will—and the way her lips pressed together, and her neck muscles stood out—he waited.
There. She started to relax.
Smiling, he clamped her right nipple and sent her onto her tiptoes as he tightened it.
Her pupils dilated, and she moaned. Her voice was pure sexy sin.
He had to reposition the hard-on tenting his jeans. He kissed her gently, then rougher, before whispering roughly in Arabic, “I love the way you react when I hurt you, the way you slide right into arousal.”
Oh gods, he saw her too well. Knew her too well. Even as the cool air brushed her heated skin, her clamped nipples pulsed in time with her heartbeat. The chain between the two clamps hung between her breasts. Another chain dangled straight down with another clamp at the end.
Surely not.
“Now.” The wicked pleasure in his eyes sent quivers through her. “This one is going to drive you mad, pet.”
He sat on the coffee table and guided her to stand in front of him. “Legs apart, please.”
No way.
His gaze met hers, held hers. And somehow her feet moved to a wide stance.
“There’s a brave lass.” He pulled a packet of lube from his pocket and squeezed some on his fingers. “Let’s get you nice and erect, hmm?” His slick fingers rubbed up and down on each side of her clit.
The incredible burst of pleasure made her knees shake.
“Now the fun part.” With the silicone-ended tweezers touching each side of the base of her clit, he slid the tiny ring up to tighten the ends.
“Ohhh!” As the pressure grew, she instinctively jerked back—and was stopped by his hand on her ass. Her protest emerged as a husky whine.
Sitting back on the coffee table, he had a slight smile on his firm lips. Head tilted slightly, he studied her…and slowly, the pressure on the sides of her clit transformed into the pounding bass drum of arousal.
“Very pretty.” He rose and pulled more chains from his pocket. A thin silver collar went around her neck, and the attached chains fell in pretty loops over her breasts. Another set fastened around her waist, spilling in more loops over her lower belly and crotch.
Whenever she moved, cool, silky metal brushed across her hot skin.
“Almost done. Perhaps something colorful would be pretty, don’t you think?” He