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being
held down and punished by him, is making my pussy wet. Goddess, what’s wrong
with me?
    “Nothing would give me more pleasure,” Aiden growls, his gray eyes
flashing silver for a moment. “But I have much to do today and I’m already
running behind.” He looks at the heavy gold Rolex on his wrist and frowns.
“However,” he looks up. “I do have a means of punishment here that I
think will be appropriate.”
    Before I can ask what it is, he is pulling what looks like two
little alligator clips from his pocket. They have black rubber tips and are
attached with a length of fine, golden chain, which coils in his palm like a
pet snake.
    “What are those?” I ask, looking at the clips apprehensively.
    “You’ll see soon enough. Come here.” He beckons for me to get
closer, which I do, even though it puts my breasts right in his face.
    Aiden doesn’t seem to mind in the least. He palms one of my heavy
breasts and sucks the nipple gently into his mouth. I gasp as he takes me into
his wet heat. His tongue plays with me—circling my sensitive bud, then lashing
it until my legs are so weak I feel like I might fall down. It seems like each
new sensation of pleasure goes straight to my pussy, making it wet and hot and
ready for him. He sucks me hard, taking as much of my breast as he can into his
mouth at one time until I moan. Then, slowly, he pulls back, eyeing my fully
erect nipple approvingly.
    “Very good,” he murmurs. “And now that you’ve had your pleasure,
it’s time for punishment.”
    “What kind of punishm—” I begin but that’s when he clamps one of
the black rubber alligator clips to my nipple—the nipple he just finished
sucking, the one that’s still so sensitive even the soft breeze from a nearby
window feels too intense.
    I yelp and try to jump away but Aiden holds me still. Swiftly, he sucks
the other nipple until it too sticks out. Then he puts the second clamp on.
When I look down, I can see the fine-link golden chain swaying between my breasts.
It feels like someone with mean fingers is pinching my delicate buds as hard as
they can.
    “It hurts,” I protest, wishing I dared to take the damn
things off my nipples. One look in Aiden’s gray eyes tell me there’s no way I
can. Not without incurring his wrath and an even more severe punishment.
    “They’re meant to hurt,” he responds calmly. “Take a deep breath,
Emma. Relax into the pain.”
    I try to do as he says and I find that I can manage—a little bit.
The pain in my sensitive nubs isn’t quite so intense now—it’s more like intense
squeezing. And I have to admit, to my shame, that every sensation I feel in my
breasts is going straight to my pussy to make me wetter and hotter than I have
ever been before. Am I getting off on the pain? Or the fact that it was Aiden
who inflicted it?
    “Better now?” he asks, searching my eyes.
    I nod shortly. “A little.”
    “Good.” He strokes one tortured breast gently. “Tell me something,
Emma—deep down, do you like the way it feels? The bite of the clamps?”
    I can feel myself blushing. It’s almost as though he’s reading my
mind—but there’s no way I’ll admit it. “No,” I say hastily. “No, of course not.
Why would I like it?”
    “Because you’re a natural submissive,” he murmurs. “I could tell
it the moment I touched you. You don’t want to acknowledge it, but giving
yourself to me, however reluctantly, arouses you greatly.”
    “No, it doesn’t,” I lie, trying to keep a straight face. “Not at
all.”
    “Oh?” He raises an eyebrow at me. “So if I was to finger your soft
little cunt right now I wouldn’t find you wet and hot for me?”
    “No, I…I don’t….don’t think so.” I shift uneasily in front of him. Goddess .
    “You don’t think so?” He frowns at me sternly. “I think
we’d better find out for sure. Spread your legs and open your pussy for me.”
    “I…do I have to?” I whisper. I know what he’ll see if he