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real or imagined. Arching her back, she heaved her chest, accepting the bite from the clamps. Fuck. She’d been clamped many times before, but never this hard. Tears slipped from her eyes into the fabric of the hood encasing her.
    “Good girl.” Frank’s voice was low with approval. “Think about how Todd will love to see you this way. How turned on he’ll be seeing your nipples clamped.”
    Oh, God. Todd . She imagined the love and pride she’d see on his face if he were here. I want to be the slave you need, Master. I want it so bad. Please. Please. Help me be who you need.
    Frank tugged, stretching her nipples, sending another wave of exquisite pain through her body. Her brain screamed. Her pussy ached to be filled. She couldn’t be still. Her body moved of its own volition, seeking completion.
    “Yes, pet. Can you feel your Master’s cock inside you? Plunging. Fucking. Making you his? What would you give now to touch yourself, little one?”
    Anything. Everything.
    Her nipples danced like marionettes, each sway and tug a pain so intense, so perfect, she thought she might die from it. Her pussy grasped at air. She formed words in her throat, shouting them against the symbolic gag.
    Please. Oh, God. Please.
    “Enough, sweet girl.” Her tormenter released his hold on the clamps. Frank massaged her breasts until the pain eased to a constant, dull ache. Relaxing against the table, she sucked in ragged breaths. Crisis over. And yet another unfulfilled climb to the top.
    “Open your mouth, pet. Let me take the gag so you can have some water.”
    When she relaxed her jaw, Frank lifted her head. A straw pressed against her lips. A sip, no more, then it was gone, the bar pressed between her teeth again. He lowered her head to a pillow that hadn’t been there before.
    “Rest now. I’d put you to bed, but in your state of need, you wouldn’t be able to keep from touching yourself, so you’ll sleep here tonight. I’ll be here, keeping you safe. Are you ready for the clamps to come off? Of course, you are.”
    She hissed as blood rushed back to deprived tissue. “Think about this, slave. Why do you let your Master do these things to you? Why?”
    Her head spun in the total silence. Pain lingered, throbbing through her breasts to the beat of her heart.
    Why? Why? Why?
     

 
     
     
    CHAPTER FIVE
     
    Todd swiped the back of his hand over his eyes. Fuck. She’s amazing. He could only imagine the pain she endured—for him. She was the most courageous woman he’d ever known. “I love you.”
    He wished she could hear him, but with the hood and headphones on, she was in her own head now, cut off from everything. If he were there, he’d remove the gag so he could kiss her. He’d caress her breasts, take the pain into his mouth. He loved the dreamy look she got on her face when he sucked on her tits. When he allowed it, she would wrap her arms around his head, holding him to her, stroking his cheek like a Madonna would her child.
    She had so much love to give—more than he deserved. She was a nurturer, a natural born mother, and God willing, she’d be the mother of his children one day soon. His cock stood to attention just thinking about Brooke having his baby. But they had a long way to go before they could venture into that realm. First, they must learn to live together in the lifestyle she’d chosen. Life would be so much simpler if they were different people, but they weren’t. He needed her to submit to him, and though she accepted his domination, she had yet to come to terms with her need to be subservient.
    Out in the world, she was one kick-ass woman, running a successful business she’d built from the ground up. Over a dozen employees answered to her daily. She shouldered the responsibility and workload with strength and a passion that brought her respect in the world of specialty baking. But when he met her, she’d needed someone to take charge of her private life. Someone to take the decisions out