Mastered by Malone (Haven, Texas 6)
She took in a deep breath. “I’m safe with you.”
“Now say it like you believe it.”
“I’m safe with you.”
“And again.”
“I’m safe with you.” A feeling of peace stole over her.
“And you are doing what I require.”
“I am doing what you require.”
She was safe with him. She was doing what he required. No matter what happened, it was his will and he would protect her. Calm moved through her. And she walked towards the desk. She had a job and she wasn’t doing what was required of her.
She opened the drawer then grabbed the small black box and turned to walk back towards him. He was watching her through heavy-lidded eyes.
“Damn, you’re fucking beautiful.”
They weren’t the most eloquent words, not even close. But they meant the world to her. And she held her shoulders back a bit more. She could feel herself grow more confident. She might not have curves and boobs or much of an ass. But she knew Alec Malone wasn’t the type to say things he didn’t mean. He didn’t have to. He could have anyone he wanted. But right now, he was here with her.
She knelt between his legs again and offered up the black box.
“Good girl,” he told her in a soft voice.
More of those good feelings. She could get used to this. She didn’t ever want to go back into the cold.
He took the box from her hand and opened it, pulling out two silver clamps. “Know what these are?”
Her breath caught in her throat. “Are they nipple clamps?”
“They are. Stand up.”
She stood. Her legs trembled. “Will it hurt, Sir?”
“Yes, it likely will. Even more so when I attach the weight to them. Do you need to use your safeword?”
She thought that over for a moment. She wanted to know what this was like. She wasn’t going to turn away at the first test.
“No, Sir. I can do this.”
“Good kitten.” He leaned in and sucked one nipple into his mouth. She gasped as the heat of his mouth surrounded her tight bud. He flicked his tongue over the tip and she nearly collapsed at his feet, so intense was the pleasure that flooded her.
“Easy, kitten. You just concentrate on standing nice and still for me.” He lightly twisted her nipple.
Oh, God. Oh, hell.
“Deep breath in, baby. That’s it.” He placed the clamp over the nipple and tightened it. The slight pressure wasn’t painful exactly. But she could definitely feel it. He moved to her other nipple, sucking it into his mouth, then he fastened the clamp to it.
Then he attached a chain to each clamp that had a small weight dangling from the end of it. The pressure increased and she hissed.
“You did so well, kitten.”
Heat filled her at his words, making her tummy go all gooey.
“Now stand up and strip off the rest,” he ordered. Again, he took hold of her hand, helping her up.
Nerves bounced around as she quickly stripped off her jeans and panties. She wanted to get this over and done with quickly, like pulling off a Band-Aid. When she was naked, she went to climb onto his lap, but he held up a hand, staying her. So she stood there awkwardly. Uncertain what exactly he wanted her to do.