"All I can think about is you," Kade mutters against my skin. "Tasting you... owning you."
He bites my clit then, and I cry out, but the sensation feels amazing. Kade knows just how much pain I can take, giving it to me in doses that make me crave so much more. I shiver. How am I already so weak? We've been here less than twenty minutes, and I'm already eager to beg for the very thing I asked him not to do.
"Kade, please..."
"What are you asking for, Junebug?"
I bite my lower lip to prevent the words from escaping. I can't admit it—not to Kade nor to myself. Yet when he touches his lips to my pussy again, grazing his teeth against my skin, the words escape me, and I finally stop holding back.
"Hurt me, Kade..." I fully expect him to laugh at me and tell me I'm sick and twisted. But he doesn't. Instead, he just groans against my skin and pulls himself up from the bed. He heads to our luggage and returns holding a roll of baby pink rope. I narrow my eyes at him. "What's t-that?"
He doesn't answer. Instead, he ties my hands and my legs to the bedposts, and I feel my center growing wetter and wetter as I realize I'm completely at his mercy now. As scary as the thought is, it fills me with desire, making me wish I could cross my legs so I could hide the wetness there. But it's too late... Kade's eyes are already locked on the droplets of my own arousal running down the inside of my thighs.
"You want me so much, Junebug," he mutters. "You're so desperate for this... You want it fucked up, don't you?"
I bite my lower lip with a slow nod. Kade smirks at me, saying, "I knew it... You're a wildcard, June. You want to be hurt as much as I want to do it to you. But not tonight."
My heart sinks. "You aren't going to hurt me?"
"Not in all the ways you crave." He smirks. "But in all the ones that make this even more excruciating for you."
He picks up one of my unused makeup brushes from where I've set down my makeup. Painfully slowly, he lowers the feather-soft bristles against my pussy. He watches me squirm and struggle as the maddening strokes of the brush drive me closer and closer to madness. I want to scream. I want to beg him to bring me closer to an orgasm, to allow me the release I've been craving for weeks. But another part of me is loving this... enjoying the sweet torment of Kade's torture.
"Please," I finally whisper. I feel like I'm about to lose my mind. My clit is throbbing, my pussy swelling. I'm embarrassed to even look between my legs. "Please, let me have some relief, Kade."
"Why would I?" He smirks darkly. "This is so much fun for me. I just love watching you squirm for me, Junebug."
His torture continues, and with each brush of the bristles against my tender skin, I feel a step closer to madness. After a few more minutes, I'm crying out for him to give me more. Finally, Kade tosses the makeup brush aside and pulls out something else from his pocket. It's metal—a silver chain with two clamps attached on either side of it. I blanch at the sight of it, swallowing thickly.
"It won't do any permanent damage," Kade explains. "But it'll hurt. You ready for this, Junebug?"
"I..." My mind says no, but my body is more than willing. Unfortunately for me, Kade doesn't wait for my answer, and that only makes me want him more. He takes what he wants... and what he wants is my pain, my pleasure. I'll give him whatever he decides to take from me, I realize. I belong to him now.
My husband positions himself between my legs, looking up at me to say, "It's going to hurt when I put them on, but it'll hurt a lot more when I take them off. You ready?"
I nod wordlessly. When he places the clamps, the pain is unusual but not unpleasant. Kade clips one to each side of my pussy, and groans with pleasure as he tugs on them, opening me up for his thirsty gaze. "So fucking beautiful, Junebug... I love seeing you like this. So very helpless for me, aren't you?"
"Yes," I whisper. "Please, Kade..."
"From now on, when you say please, you have to tell me what you're begging for." My eyes bore into his, hoping he'll change his mind, but he merely smirks in return before tugging on the clamps and making me gasp, frustrated from how much I want him inside me. "God, you look so fucking good... Look between your legs, Junebug... Watch your hungry pussy drip for me."