Free Summer Pain by Destiny Blaine Page A

masculine growl resounded. “Damn right.”
    He pulled a paddle from his bag and set the wooden slab on the nearby nightstand. “But first, I want to clamp those pretty nipples.”
    He stood then. Pinching her left nipple, he secured the first clamp then lowered his head. Licking the extended right gem, he whispered against her flesh as he worked for her arousal and tormented himself with the things he couldn’t have—at least not yet. Once both nipples were clamped, he pulled the chain between her breasts and let the silver links fall between her two mounds.
    “Beautiful.”
    “Thank you, Sir.” She tilted her head and watched him.
    “Come here, sub,” he said, taking her hand in his.
    Subservient and eager, she stepped between his legs. He looked up at her, and she boldly met his gaze. And in that moment, he knew. God help him, he just knew. His future was sealed.
    “Before I spank you, I’ll give you one request, just one small reward. What do you want, Summer?”
    “I want you to kiss me, Sir.” Her cheeks flushed. “If you want to.”
    At that particular moment, he wanted nothing more! He pulled her down to his lap. She curved her left arm around his neck.
    “You kiss me, sub. Kiss me the way you want to be kissed.”
    She shifted, draping her legs over his thighs. Then, she framed his face with both hands. Lowering her forehead to his, she whispered across his lips. “I want to kiss you with my eyes open.”
    Their mouths met, and she thrust her tongue inside his mouth as if she were a greedy lover. Her palms never left his cheeks as she cupped his face and made love to his mouth with a reverent tongue, one so eager to explore and find, teach and learn. And, oh God, could he ever learn from this woman.
    Her kiss started out as forceful, as if she were looking for more than ownership. She wanted controlling interest.
    She ground her pussy against his flannel-clad cock and slowed the kiss. Her mouth wandered from his lips to his chin and jaw before returning to his lips again.
    As her hot pussy rubbed against him, Tigger found himself pushing the weight of his cock closer to her heat. Good God, he wasn’t sure how long he could stand this.
    His dick lengthened, and the burning sensation in his balls became more than he could stand. Grabbing her forearms, he pulled her away from him. “Enough, sub.”
    With a lopsided smile, she shyly said, “It will never be enough. Will it, Tigger?”
    He locked his teeth over his bottom lip and almost agreed before he thought about the consequences.
    She grinned. And he wondered then. Did she know she’d already become his weakness? Did she realize how addicted to her he’d soon become?
    “Vixen,” he breathed, dragging her body over his lap so her breasts were against his thighs.
    “Yes, Sir,” she whispered. “I’m your little vixen, your sub, Tigger. For now, I belong to you. Punish me. Teach me to behave.”
    Clasping his hand around the paddle, he raised the wooden slab over his shoulder and watched her shiver before the first strike. The sound of the wood smacking against her bare ass made him crazy with lust.
    “Oh God,” she purred, shaking her bottom. “Another! Please, Sir.”
    He struck her again, and she cried out as the paddle came down against her flesh once more.
    Another strike and another soon followed. She shifted her weight and glanced up at him with tears in her eyes. “More,” she mouthed.
    He gave her one more, realizing when the paddle fell against her silken skin again, her tiny fingers were toying with the chain attached to the nipple clamps.
    “Release the clamps,” he ordered her, tossing aside the paddle and smoothing his palms over her pretty ass.
    She reached under her body, pulled at the clamps, and seconds later flinched. A soft moan fell from her lips. The chain with the two small ornament attachments fell to the floor.
    “So pretty,” Tigger crooned, grabbing his bag again. “Spread your legs, baby.”
    She rubbed her