Love Unbound (10 page)

But an accident and a near miss may give them
both a chance to find their way back to each other and unlock a
whole new level of pleasure.

The hot, wet, rhythmic tugging on her nipple
pulled her out of sleep. Keeping her eyes closed, she slid her
fingers into Jack’s hair and relished the feel of his mouth
suckling her. He sucked harder, molding her nipple into a long peak
and then released it, blowing gently across her damp skin.

She felt the firm pinch of something that
wasn’t Jack on the tight pebbled bud and heard a faint tinkling.
Her eyes flew open just in time to watch Jack fastening a tiny clip
to her nipple.

“I opened one of your presents.” He smiled at
her and then turned his attention back to the small metal clip.
Crystal beads and a tiny silver bell dangled from the end of what
looked like a short lasso. The clip held onto her nipple which had
tightened to a round bead under the pressure. Jack slid a clasp
along the loop, and she gasped as it tightened. God, it felt so
good—just on the right side of the line between pleasure and
pain—and she arched, offering herself to him.

“Too tight?”

“No,” she said on a breath.

“Good.” He bent his head and licked the tip
of her bound nipple. She moaned in pleasure and tried to press
herself closer to his mouth. Instead he turned his attention to her
other nipple, suckling it deep into his mouth. She watched,
fascinated, as he repeated the process and fastened a tiny bell
clip to her other nipple. He licked the tip and then sat back to
admire his work.

“How does it feel?”

“Good. Tight. Good.” Her words came out as
shallow gasps and he grinned down at her.

“It looks sexy as hell. Here.” He caught her
hand. “There’s something else, but you have to sit up first.”

He helped pull her up to a sitting position
and the bells tinkled as she moved. Her heavy breasts hung down
with their decorations providing a constant delicious tugging. She
watched, eyes wide, as he picked up a length of silver chain off
the nightstand.

“What are you doing?” She sat up straighter,
and every time she moved, the sound of the bells and pull of the
clips made her very aware of her nipples. It was like having
indifferent fingers pinching her and following her however she
moved. The constant awareness of her breasts turned up the volume
of her desire.

“You’re mine. I’m marking you as my slave
girl.” His cheeky grin dared her to contradict him.

She grinned right back at him. Her
conservative engineer husband bought her nipple jewelry to make her
some kind of sex slave. It was crazy, but she didn’t laugh. When he
said she was his, heat pooled deep in her belly. Being his, being
forced to please him excited her. She watched as he fastened the
end of the chain to one delicate clip.

“I’m not calling you master.”

He quickly hooked the other end of the chain
to the remaining clip, setting the bells and beads swinging. He
gave a gentle tug on the chain linking her bound nipples, and her
back bowed.

It was like the clips were attached to her
clit instead of to each other. She moaned and pressed herself
toward him. She needed so much more from him.

“Really?” Amusement danced on his smug face.
He was having fun, and she was in heat. “I think before the night
is over I can get you to call me anything I want you to.” He
flicked one of the tiny bells with his finger and watched
mesmerized as is swung from the tip of her bound nipple. “They’re
supposed to feel even more intense when they come off.”

The confidence in his voice made her squirm,
and she felt her own slick heat between her thighs. She fought to
keep from melting into him. When had he planned all this? Imagining
him picking these things out excited her. He’d obviously thought of
her wearing them, and the idea sent another wave of heat low in her
belly. A sharp rap on the door jolted her out of her thoughts.

“If you don’t want to give the room service
guy a heart attack or a raging hard on like mine.” He winked at her
and pulled the cover aside so she could see his cock, hard and
smooth and straining upward. “You’d better hide under the covers.
Come in,” he called.

Christine heard a key card slide into the
lock and she bolted, scrambling out of the bed and dashing for the
bathroom. She’d never been an exhibitionist, and she didn’t like
the idea of anybody but Jack seeing her like this.

She heard the tinkle of bells, Jack’s low
chuckle and the door to the room open as she made the safety of the
bathroom. The chain swung between her breasts, tugging on her
overly sensitive nipples. She stood in front of the bathroom mirror
and looked at the crystals winking from the tips of her nipples.
They were beautiful.

She was beautiful.

Her dark hair tumbled in tousled curls around
her face. Her lashes were still impossibly dark and thick thanks to
the makeup clerk, and her lips were full and red from Jack’s
kisses. And her breasts. God, her breasts looked like something out
of a porn magazine. She opened her robe, pushing it to the outside
of her breasts so she could get a better look. The tips of her
nipples were bound into tight round pebbles under the clips and the
chain shone between them, linking her breasts. With the bands of
cranberry silk running down the sides of her body, she didn’t look
like a woman that needed to lose twenty pounds. She looked full and
lush and ready to be fucked. She looked like she belonged in a
harem and not on the PTA.

Gingerly she reached up and smoothed a finger
over the exposed tip of her nipple. Her gasp at her own touch sent
the tiny bells chiming and her pussy clenched. It was like he’d
installed buttons to immediately turn up her desire.

“You can come out now.” Jack sounded so smug
and sure of himself. She decided it was time to take some of the
power back.

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