I’ll be available to answer any questions.” He paused. “I look forward to getting to know you much, much better. By the time I’m done with you, you’ll have no secrets to hide.”
Her hand was shaking as he ended the call. She pressed the device nervously against her chest. What have I agreed to?
Chapter 2
“My God, Emma. You’re so very stunning when you suffer for me.”
Although he was in San Francisco, and they hadn’t yet played together in person, Philip Dettmer’s approval slid through her, feeding her determination. She could do this.
Right now, they were connected via video conference call, and she was lying naked on her back, with her legs spread and her nipples clamped with terrible Japanese clovers.
“Now, place the chain between your teeth.”
Which would make the pressure even more unbearable. Why had she admitted she wanted to play with these little monsters to begin with?
Ever since that fateful elevator ride more than a week prior, he’d stayed in contact with her. In addition to calling her each evening, he sent her articles to read, and he’d even sent her a few BDSM instruction manuals. Additionally, he’d recommended she join an online group where she could network with other submissives and learn more about the lifestyle.
After a few conversations, he’d begun to give her instructions. The first—and most important one—was the most difficult. Not to orgasm without permission.
Last weekend, he’d had fancy Bonds electronic equipment—a camera, new computer, monitor, microphone—delivered and set up, and it hadn’t taken her long to realize that he enjoyed watching her play with herself.
“You’re hesitating.”
She sighed. Because of the way the camera and computer monitor were positioned, she couldn’t see him, but he could see every part of her exposed body.
“Emma?”
His voice was both calm and patient, as she’d come to expect. “It will hurt.”
“I imagine it will.” Humor laced his words. “By not doing as you’re told, you’re adding more time to the clock.”
Her nipples were already a little sore, but she knew he wouldn’t relent. Nor did she want him to.
They talked every day, and he wanted to know everything about her. He’d shared plenty in return, including the fact his divorce had left him determined to avoid committed relationships. Since she wasn’t looking for that either, this temporary arrangement suited her fine.
As part of their ongoing discussions, they’d agreed on a safe word that was easy to remember. She decided on transfer since it was a term she used often at work. If she uttered it, whatever they were doing would immediately stop. And he’d given her the option of saying yellow to slow down or talk about things.
After she’d read the books he’d sent over and done a lot of research, she’d sent him a limits list—toys or scenarios that were hard nos. He’d also insisted on her sharing things she wanted to explore. Stupidly, she’d said she was curious about clamps. Since she didn’t have any of her own, he’d sent her several different choices. Neither the lightweight tweezers nor the mandible-style ones had provided her with enough pleasure, which was how she found herself in her current predicament.
“You’re at two minutes.”
Damn him. He was relentless, and this was awful. Paradoxically, she loved both.
“You’re welcome to use a safe word. Or I can just add another fifteen seconds.”
“Let’s just stay at the two minutes. Sir.”
“I’m not sure where you got the idea that this was a negotiation, my delightful submissive. You’re now at two minutes and thirty seconds.”
She closed her eyes.
“And heading to forty-five.”
This was never going to get any easier. On the other hand, the sooner she got on with it, the sooner it would be done. Maybe if she didn’t stall, he’d allow her to play with her vibrator for ten minutes before bed. “Yes, Sir.” Her voice trembled with misery, and he chuckled softly. Sadist.
With a sigh, she grabbed the chain and placed it between her teeth, which elongated her nipples.
“Now tip your head back.”
That was impossible. No way she could endure that kind of agony.
“It wasn’t a request, Emma. Please do as you’re told.”
Whimpering as each excruciating moment passed, she complied with his order.
“Fuck.” His whisper wrapped around the room, giving her strength. “I wish you could see yourself, the way your face expresses your pain, the way your body vibrates from the tension.”
As he’d previously instructed, she concentrated on his words and on her breathing.
“I’m watching the timer. I’ll let you know when you’re getting close. For now, surrender to the moment.”
Emma did