Free Summer Pain by Destiny Blaine

you’re probably tired of uneventful evenings spent with the newcomer, huh?”
    Tigger winked. “Let’s just say we’ve had a rocky start.”
    “The mornings haven’t been entirely dull,” she reminded him, tossing back the covers and nudging his thigh with her foot.
    “No,” he said, growing hard as steel as he thought about the previous morning. Catching her pleasuring herself had been the highlight of his week. The idea of her pushing her fingers inside her pussy and calling out his name when she had no idea he was still there had been a real turn-on.
    “Do you have plans today?” Tigger asked, still unclear about her reasons for being in the Tri-Cities area. She hadn’t elaborated, and he hadn’t pushed. Most men would’ve asked before now, but Tigger hadn’t wanted to screw up their chances for a good time in the sack. So he’d remained quiet. Maybe, he was afraid of her answer.
    Summer slid her foot up the inside of his thigh. Resting her toes mere inches from his cock, she whispered, “I had planned to spend the day in bed.”
    His cock twitched. The hard length pulsed against the pajama pants he wore. If she wanted to see what kind of effect she had on him, all she had to do was look down. The navy-and-red pinstripes didn’t exactly conceal his erection.
    She pointed to the duffle bag he’d left on the floor. “What do you have in there?”
    “Are you sure you want to find out?” he asked, his breath ragged.
    “I’m sure, Tigger.” She rolled to her side. With her right palm, she stroked the empty space beside her. “Don’t you want to find out how willing I am to submit to you?”
    Tigger jerked. Holy hell! This was too good to be true. He couldn’t believe he’d spent the last few years with a woman who had adamantly refused to participate in Domination and submission. How had he survived?
    “You’ve been with a Dom before.”
    “Yes.”
    A zip of electrifying sensations rushed up and down his spine. His balls tightened with her confession. Damnation, he wasn’t sure how he felt about this. He’d looked at her as a true innocent, someone who didn’t know what the hell to do in order to please a Dom, and yet, there she was, admitting she’d already been trained to submit, taught to please.
    “Present,” he ordered, his voice guttural.
    She exited the bed on the other side. Slowly, she approached him, her eyes never leaving his until she stood next to the chair.
    Summer bowed her head, spread her legs apart, pushed her chest forward and locked her arms behind her back.
    “Lovely,” Tigger crooned, eyeing those perky nipples pressing against her thin black slip.
    “Thank you, Sir,” she said, stepping right into the submissive role.
    Good Lord, had he misjudged her from the beginning?
    Apparently so.
    “Do you like to wear nipple clamps?” He retrieved a silver box from the side pocket of his bag.
    “Yes, Sir.”
    Tigger opened the box and pulled free a long chain attached to two claw-like ornaments. “Look at me, sub.”
    Summer tilted her chin upward and studied the clamps. Her mouth was visibly moistened, and her eyes were hooded.
    “Take off your slip.”
    Summer crossed her arms and yanked the material over her head. She stood before him, naked and totally perfect. Her stomach was flat. Unlike Cara or other women he’d taken to his bed, Summer didn’t have stretch marks. Her breasts were full but not large, and he thought they were perfect. She was so young, so beautiful, and totally committed to being his, if only for a little while.
    “Step forward.”
    He reached inside his pajama pants and stroked the hard wedge of flesh nestled between his legs. Good Lord, he was horny as hell. It had been years since he’d taken a submissive to his bed.
    Summer inched closer. Cupping her breasts, she raked her thumbs over her nipples. “Is this what you want, Sir?”
    His mouth went dry. “I didn’t tell you to touch yourself.”
    “Will you punish me, Sir?”
    His