squeezed hard.
«I believe I owe you a spanking. So let’s start there, shall
Jane tried not to react as Blaize’s hand connected with her left
buttock and then returned to strike her again. The regularity and
accuracy of his strokes had her biting her lip and tensing her
muscles against the next blow. He stopped and spread his fingers
out over her heated flesh.
«Stop fighting it, Jane. Take the punishment, accept it,
embrace it. Didn’t you want that, didn’t you want to show me
how sorry you are?»
She wanted to scream at him, to ask him what the hell he was
talking about, but she’d promised not to question him hadn’t
she? She moaned as he started on her right buttock and then
alternated between the two. His voice floated over her, so calm,
so persuasive, so incredibly inviting.
«Breathe through it. Stop resisting and you’ll enjoy it.»
She closed her eyes tight and let her body sink down onto the
leather, wondering if it would help absorb the sting of the slaps.
His rhythm didn’t falter and soon it became a white and red haze
of motion behind her eyes, inside her skin.
«That’s right, Jane. Take it.»
Strange how she couldn’t feel each individual slap now, only
the tempo of the whole, the way her mound rubbed against the
SIMPLY INSATIABLE / 89
leather with each forward motion, the way her breathing had
slowed until she felt almost detached, as if she were floating in
the red molten heat.
She gasped when she felt his fingers flick over her clit and
circle her opening.
«You’re wet for me now.»
The satisfaction in his voice should’ve annoyed her, but she
could do nothing to stop him touching her, nothing to stop the
need and the wetness flowing from her over-sensitized body. It
had always been like this. Since the first day she met him she’d
wanted him, opened her legs and her heart to him without a
second thought.
She opened her eyes as he appeared in front of her, her gaze
on level with his pantaloons, the bulge of his cock all too cvi dent
in the close-fitting garment. He moved closer until the satin
brushed her lips.
«Lick it. Take me into your mouth.»
She licked at the satin, tasted his arousal seeping through the
tightly stretched fabric and tried to suck him into her mouth. She
felt a tug on her braid as he wrapped it around his fist, bringing
her head slightly farther back. She moaned as he loosened the ties
and used his other hand to play with her breasts, to pinch and
fondle until she could no longer tell if it was pleasurable
anymore, just endure the waves of sensation.
He released her braid and moved away to the far side of the
small room and opened a drawer, selected several items and
returned to her. He crouched down so that she could see his face
and held up the ornaments in his hand.
«These are for your nipples. They recreate the sensation of a
man’s teeth pulling on you.»
He pinched her right nipple between his finger and thumb
and slid the metal clamp on. Jane’s breath hissed out as the teeth
sank into her aching distended flesh. She tried to jerk backward.
Blaize cupped her skull, brought her face back to his.
90 / Kate Pearce
«Breathe through the pain. I’m going to do the second one
now.»
«No.»
«Don’t argue with me, Jane.»
She gasped as he ignored her and fixed the second clamp. She
focused, instead, on mastering the sharp burning ache.
Eventually, she stopped shuddering and Blaize slid a finger under
her chin.
«Don’t fight me anymore, or I will let them touch you.»
Frantically, Jane tried to look to the side. Were there other
people in the room? She’d totally forgotten about that possibility
during her struggle to deal with Blaize’s sexual games. He stood
and walked away from her and she almost panicked. Was he
leaving her?
«I will not... fight you.» she whispered.
«Good. Now I’m going to put a clamp on your clit.»
He came up behind her, his hand firm on her
«I believe I owe you a spanking. So let’s start there, shall
Jane tried not to react as Blaize’s hand connected with her left
buttock and then returned to strike her again. The regularity and
accuracy of his strokes had her biting her lip and tensing her
muscles against the next blow. He stopped and spread his fingers
out over her heated flesh.
«Stop fighting it, Jane. Take the punishment, accept it,
embrace it. Didn’t you want that, didn’t you want to show me
how sorry you are?»
She wanted to scream at him, to ask him what the hell he was
talking about, but she’d promised not to question him hadn’t
she? She moaned as he started on her right buttock and then
alternated between the two. His voice floated over her, so calm,
so persuasive, so incredibly inviting.
«Breathe through it. Stop resisting and you’ll enjoy it.»
She closed her eyes tight and let her body sink down onto the
leather, wondering if it would help absorb the sting of the slaps.
His rhythm didn’t falter and soon it became a white and red haze
of motion behind her eyes, inside her skin.
«That’s right, Jane. Take it.»
Strange how she couldn’t feel each individual slap now, only
the tempo of the whole, the way her mound rubbed against the
SIMPLY INSATIABLE / 89
leather with each forward motion, the way her breathing had
slowed until she felt almost detached, as if she were floating in
the red molten heat.
She gasped when she felt his fingers flick over her clit and
circle her opening.
«You’re wet for me now.»
The satisfaction in his voice should’ve annoyed her, but she
could do nothing to stop him touching her, nothing to stop the
need and the wetness flowing from her over-sensitized body. It
had always been like this. Since the first day she met him she’d
wanted him, opened her legs and her heart to him without a
second thought.
She opened her eyes as he appeared in front of her, her gaze
on level with his pantaloons, the bulge of his cock all too cvi dent
in the close-fitting garment. He moved closer until the satin
brushed her lips.
«Lick it. Take me into your mouth.»
She licked at the satin, tasted his arousal seeping through the
tightly stretched fabric and tried to suck him into her mouth. She
felt a tug on her braid as he wrapped it around his fist, bringing
her head slightly farther back. She moaned as he loosened the ties
and used his other hand to play with her breasts, to pinch and
fondle until she could no longer tell if it was pleasurable
anymore, just endure the waves of sensation.
He released her braid and moved away to the far side of the
small room and opened a drawer, selected several items and
returned to her. He crouched down so that she could see his face
and held up the ornaments in his hand.
«These are for your nipples. They recreate the sensation of a
man’s teeth pulling on you.»
He pinched her right nipple between his finger and thumb
and slid the metal clamp on. Jane’s breath hissed out as the teeth
sank into her aching distended flesh. She tried to jerk backward.
Blaize cupped her skull, brought her face back to his.
90 / Kate Pearce
«Breathe through the pain. I’m going to do the second one
now.»
«No.»
«Don’t argue with me, Jane.»
She gasped as he ignored her and fixed the second clamp. She
focused, instead, on mastering the sharp burning ache.
Eventually, she stopped shuddering and Blaize slid a finger under
her chin.
«Don’t fight me anymore, or I will let them touch you.»
Frantically, Jane tried to look to the side. Were there other
people in the room? She’d totally forgotten about that possibility
during her struggle to deal with Blaize’s sexual games. He stood
and walked away from her and she almost panicked. Was he
leaving her?
«I will not... fight you.» she whispered.
«Good. Now I’m going to put a clamp on your clit.»
He came up behind her, his hand firm on her
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