Free Tell Me No Lies by Delphine Dryden Page B

things he wanted to do
to her, unwise though they might be. Especially for a beginner.
    But the clover clamps were already in his hand.

Chapter Six
     
    Oh wow . For the longest time, that was the only
thought Tess could grab onto. Wow .
    And then— Jake fucking Hogan, oh my God .
    Who could have known? But then, hadn’t a part of her always
known? Some minute but vital piece of her soul, twisted in precisely the same
direction as his, like calling to like, that she’d ignored until he named it.
Now she couldn’t un-know this about herself. Whatever else happened, she was irrevocably
changed. He’d ruined her.
    She found herself on her back, looking up at the open
rectangular frame of the bed, and automatically tried to close her legs when
she felt them pressed open. A sharp stinging blow brought her up from her haze
and she realized it had come from Jake.
    Of course. How silly of her. How silly to try to hide any
part of herself from him now, when he’d already turned her inside out.
    He was busy objectifying her again, she supposed. She gave
herself up to it. Spread her legs, waited for orders. She thought she probably
shouldn’t like that so much, but at some point she’d moved past shouldn’t .
It was what it was. And Jake gave very good orders.
    “You’re enjoying this a little too much,” he remarked,
swinging one leg over to straddle her waist. He was naked now, and a naked Jake
was a truly excellent Jake as far as Tess was concerned. She thought she might
try writing some poetry about his cock, if he ever let her out of the bed. An
ode. “You don’t seem nearly concerned enough.”
    Something cold brushed against her nipple, then a sharp
pinch brought Tess fully out of her semi-stupor. She almost cursed, biting her
lip at the last second. Looking down, she saw a silver clamp affixed to her
breast, and saw Jake readying another one for the other side. The chain joining
them snaked across her chest.
    She shook her head, trying to squirm away, but it was no
use. His knees held her firmly and blocked her efforts to stop him. He fastened
the second clamp and seemed to take great enjoyment in watching Tess arch and
fidget as she tried to process this new pain.
    It wasn’t as bad as she feared, actually, once the initial
bite was over. The acute pain eased, and when Jake bent and licked one tightly
clamped nipple, the sensation of his tongue over the tortured flesh sent a pang
of renewed need shooting through Tess’ clit.
    “Don’t move,” he reminded her, then took the option away by
strapping cuffs onto her wrists, bending her knees and hooking her wrists to
her ankles. The pain from the clamps was settling to a dull throb now and each
beat communicated itself to her sex insistently, as though invisible fingers
were plucking at her most sensitive parts. She wanted Jake again already,
wanted his cock. Wanted to be touched and fucked and taken out of herself.
Didn’t care what that said about her.
    Jake’s back was turned. He sat by her feet, messing with
whatever evil devices he was planning to use next, paying her no attention.
Tess tried whimpering and arching her hips, letting her legs spread shamelessly
wider. Wordlessly begging him to look her way. Hello, naked girl here. Sex
me up. I won’t even try to resist.
    “Be still,” he snapped.
    Tess relaxed with a disgruntled sigh. She wiggled her toes
against the comforter, gripping and releasing the soft fabric. It took Jake
only a few more seconds to finish his preparations and turn back to her. He had
a black, fleece-lined mask in his hands, and he let her see it before slipping
it over her head and snugging the strap into place. It was well-made,
close-fitting and blocked out every bit of light.
    Cozy , was her first thought. She liked it. It felt
secret and private in there, like he’d locked her in a room with her thoughts.
Not her favorite place, but certainly one she was familiar with.
    Then Jake tugged at the chain connecting the nipple