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would be achingly sensitive, and the slightest touch would send pure bliss coursing through her system.
    “Very nice,” my mentor praised when I was finally finished. “These will go well with breast bondage.” Kennedy’s grin was a touch evil as he pressed a pair of silvery nipple clamps into my hand.
    I took a moment to examine them. They had little metal teeth that would hurt something fierce if they bit into her sensitive nipples. “I like the chain that connects them, but no alligator clamps, you sadist.”
    Lydia might enjoy transcendent pain, but I never pushed her past her threshold. I would never risk triggering her dark memories by betraying her trust in me.
    “I’m not a sadist,” Kennedy frowned.
    I fixed him with a level stare. “I’d like rubber-tipped clamps, please.”
    He sighed. “You’re a soft touch.”
    “And you’re a hard-ass.”
    He smirked at me, but he went to the wall where a variety of implements for torment were arranged in an almost artistic pattern. When he returned, he gave me the pair of rubber-tipped clamps I’d requested.
    “Thanks, old man.”
    He shook his head. “I don’t know why I’m so nice to you.”
    “Because you love me, really.”
    He snorted, and I chose to turn my attention back to my sub. I cupped her pert breasts in my hands, massaging them until her nipples tightened to hard little peaks beneath my palms. She moaned as I toyed with them, pinching sharply before rolling them between my fingers. Her eyes drifted closed, and I knew she was prepared. I carefully placed the clamps around her nipples before closing them slowly. She hissed in a breath as I tightened them.
    “Relax,” I urged gently. “Breathe through it.”
    She did as I instructed, and after a few seconds, she let out a shuddering sigh and opened her eyes. Their blue-green depths were darkened by lust. I lightly tugged on the chain that connected the clamps. A sensual groan left her lips, and I traced the underside of her breasts in reward, contrasting the bite of pain with a rush of pleasure.
    “Master,” she released my name on a shuddering breath.
    “I’ve got you,” I promised, continuing to caress her breasts. “What next?” I asked the men, not breaking my gaze from her beatific expression.
    “Something nice for your subbie,” Dex rumbled.
    I took the item he offered: a pink butterfly vibe. I held it up so Lydia could see it.
    “Dex is the good guy here,” I said on a soft laugh as I traced the line of her jaw. “You’ve earned this, my sweet girl.”
    I turned it on, and she let out a needy whine at the soft buzzing sound. She had reached a point beyond coherent speech; her entire being was consumed by carnal craving, and I held absolute control over her pleasure. The knowledge went straight to my head, intoxicating me with power. This was her gift to me, one that I would do my damn best to repay through cherishing her and caring for her. I wasn’t sure if it would ever be enough to equal the soul-deep peace she gave me through her submission and love.
    I pressed the vibe against her clit and crushed my lips to hers, devouring the sound of her lust as she cried out into my mouth. I rubbed the toy against her in a circular motion. She was primed for orgasm, and it claimed her body within seconds. She writhed in pleasure, but her bonds held her in place: open and vulnerable.
    She began to twist against her cuffs as her little clit became overly sensitive against the still-buzzing vibrator. My fingers closed around her nape in a possessive grip, and she went still.
    “No,” I admonished. “Don’t fight it. I’m going to make you come so many times, all you’ll be able to remember is my name,” I murmured against her lips.
    “Master,” she whimpered as the last aftershocks of her ecstasy rolled through her.
    “That’s right. You’re mine. All mine.”
    She licked her lips and nodded her agreement. Satisfied with her capitulation, I quickly secured the vibe in