Surrender to Temptation Part IV: Tempted to Entice by Lauren Jameson Read Free Book Online Page A

your legs as wide open as they can get.” I felt him kneel behind me on the carpet,
    “I’m going to be deeper inside of you than anyone has ever been.” He placed one hand on my inner thigh. With the other he shoved a finger right into my waiting cunt, moving back and forth several times in quick succession.
    My hips bucked against him, my movements hindered by the bar.
    “I’m going to fuck you until you are sore. Tomorrow, every time that you move, you’ll think of my cock, deep inside of your cunt.”
    “Zach.” I shifted restlessly. I wanted—no, needed—his touch.
    “I’m not done yet.” Only then did he let me see what he had pulled from the bag. It looked like nothing so much as a thin silver clothespin. Its twin joined it, and I eyed them warily, fairly certain that I wouldn’t like what was about to happen.
    “That’s going to hurt.” My arms were still free, and I covered my breasts with my hands. An arch look from Zach had me dropping them again, albeit reluctantly.
    “I promised that I wouldn’t take you further than you could go.” Before I could say another word, he began to roll one of my already-erect nipples in his hand, pulling and pinching until it was a hard point. I arched into his hand involuntarily, and with experienced fingers he had the nipple clamp in place on the tip of my breast.
    “Ouch!” I shook, hoping that it would fall off. He took advantage of my distraction to clamp my second breast. I inhaled sharply as a painful sensation burned its way over both globes of my heavy breasts, spreading to my collarbone, my rib cage, and making it hard to breathe.
    “Once more.” I was lifted yet again and twisted, my front again pressed into the bed, my ass presented fully. The pain from the clamps on my nipples eased a bit when I rested them on my bed, but I could feel blood rushing to the spot where the metal pinched into my skin, and found that tips were becoming quite numb. It was an incredibly strange mix of sensations.
    “Now.” Zach pulled one final object from his magic bag of tricks. He held it out so that I could see, and when my eyes took in the pale wood of what was unmistakably a paddle, one side polished to a shine, the other covered with some sort of fur, I shook my head vehemently.
    “No way.” I just wanted him to fuck me already—was that really too much to ask? I’d whipped him, I had clamps on my nipples, and he had told me that I wasn’t permitted to close my legs. I didn’t think I could handle anything else.
    Zach stilled, and his face when he looked down at me was deadly serious.
    “Do you truly mean ‘no,’ Devon?” His eyes searched my face for the truth. “Are you safe-wording on me?”
    I opened my mouth, then closed it. If I used my safe word, then this—this entire strange, sensory, emotional journey was completely over.
    No. I wasn’t going to end things now.
    Inhaling deeply as I thought of that paddle smacking against the bare skin of my ass, I buried my face in the covers, waiting for him to do as he would.
    “We’ll only do ten blows tonight. You’ve been through a lot.” I choked on my own saliva at his pronouncement.
Only
ten blows?
    Shit.
    “Count for me, Devon.” This was the only warning I had, and then the hard side of the wooden paddle was smacking against the flesh of my right ass cheek. I cried out as fire spread across my skin.
    “One.” I sucked in air as I waited for the second blow. My ass burned against the cool air.
    “Two!” This was hit against the other side of my butt. It burned just as much.
    Three, four. Nine, ten. I screamed out the last number, the paddle on my already-burning flesh just too much for me to handle. Tears leaked out the sides of my eyes as I clutched my fingers into the sheets, gasping as I tried to catch my breath.
    Behind me I could hear that Zach’s breath was labored, as well. I knew that if I turned around, I would find him as hard as he had ever been, ready to plunge himself into