it’s oddly therapeutic saying it. I’d let go of the headboard, but immediately grab it again when he pulls my arms up toward it. My eyes water, and I pant hard and high.
Spider’s head bends and he sucks the painful bud into his mouth, tugging on it gently. The sting intensifies and then slowly ebbs, replaced with shocks of pleasure that pulse from the nipple all the way to my toes.
My mouth opens on a gasp, and I squirm, my sex clenching.
A low, hungry rumble vibrates from Spider. His tongue flicks back and forth over my nipple until it aches to the point of pain, and I almost come. My back bows, feeding him more, while my backside rubs against the mattress. The bruises there are mostly healed now, but the chafing leaves behind the hint of a sting that somehow only makes me needier.
Another hard suck, and then he sits up. Fear cools my blood a little at the look in his eyes. Spider sets his fingers on the second clamp.
Tensing, I close my eyes, clenching my jaw.
He pinches the clamp open.
Pain blazes through my nipple as the blood floods back into it. I toss my head back on a hiss, gripping the headboard so hard I’m surprised my fingers don’t snap. My eyes water and my chest heaves.
God help me, I want to break his jaw for this.
“Fuck,” Spider growls, bending his head. “You should see your tits. They’re hard as bullets. Perfect for sucking.” He sucks the left nipple into his mouth, tugging at it, tonguing it hard.
I groan, writhing, wet and aching as ever, and he hums in approval, sucking and tonguing the ridged bud again.
Never have I despised a man as much as I hate him. Never have I ever needed him inside me the way I do now.
This time when he lifts his head, his face is anything but expressionless. It’s still frighteningly hard, brutal, but the fire in his eyes blazes so intensely that heat seems to pound off of every inch of his huge frame.
“Would it have excited you if I had joined in?” he rumbles, now working open my jeans.
“What?” I say dazedly, caught off guard.
“I bet it would have got you off seeing me fuck your friend in front of the guys. Choking her while I pound her ass the way I’m going to pound yours now.”
I stare at him. Unable to figure out if I’m more angry at him or aroused at the image of him taking Sam like a savage, I clamp my jaw tight, giving him nothing. Not letting him know how deeply his words cut.
Then it hits me what he’d said. He’s talking about anal again, and that thought makes my backside clench and sends a thrill of fear through me. He’s talked of it so often, yet without ever doing it, I’m tempted to think he might be only trying to scare me. With Spider, you just never know what he might do.
Slowly, Spider peels my pants down to my hips and then jerks them off. He tosses them aside and then slips off my panties. Those he leaves on the bed beside him.
I release the headboard and reach between my legs to take the clamp off my clit. If it’s going to hurt anything like it did when he took the clamps off my nipples, at least I’ll do it on my terms.
“Hands,” he growls, swatting mine away. “You want everyone in the bar to see me fuck you?”
He’d do it too. He’d make me the star of his own personal porno, and then he’d probably let Rat pass out copies to the whole club. My eyes close, my heart hammering hard as I grip the headboard once more.
Every muscle in me tenses, waiting for him to take the clamp off, but Spider doesn’t touch it. Instead, he dips his fingers between my legs and glides them through my folds. Copious amounts of my juices coat his fingers while the throbbing in my core mounts.
“Fuck me.” He rumbles deep in his throat. “You’re dripping.”
Shame scalds my blood, and I try to clamp my legs shut. I hate that he knows how hot everything he’s done this crazy night has made me. He pushes my knees apart, making a warning sound. The excitement in that sound vibrates along my veins like poison.
Sitting back on his knees, Spider pinches the clamp on my clit and lifts it away. I whimper as a wave of half pain,