BegMe by Scarlett Sanderson

desperate to come.
    He withdrew from her. His heat gone, her body cold and
aching. Tingling with sensation. On the edge of pleasure but failing to find
release. How could he leave her like this?
    Tessa moaned, lifted her head and stared at him. He moved to
the wall of implements and picked a few items. She couldn’t see clearly enough
to identify them.
    “I won’t allow you to come, Tessa. Not until you submit.”
    Her body tensed. She wanted to reach down and touch herself,
bring herself to orgasm. Jared be damned. But she couldn’t.
    Bound and helpless, she was at his mercy. She inhaled.
Exhaled. Focused on slowing her heart rate and the heavy throb between her
thighs. She’d never been so frustrated and turned-on. It was a heady
combination. She sought dominance and Jared gave it to her.
    “I’ll ask you again, do you submit your body to me?”
    He stood over her, looming like a dark god.
    “Jared.” She wanted to say the words. She really did. She
gazed at him, pleading with her eyes. “Jared, please.”
    “Quiet.” He reached for what looked like a gag. Leaning
down, he let her see the black-leather ball gag. “You’ll learn to be quiet
until you address me with the proper respect.”
    Fear spiked her pulse rate. Was he really going to gag her?
She blinked rapidly. Could she let him?
    His features softened. He smoothed one hand over her hair.
“Trust me, Tessa.”
    Trust him? She’d be bound and gagged. Completely out of
control.
    Yes.
    Her body jerked, tightened. Although her mind was unsure,
her body betrayed her.
    “Okay?”
    She nodded.
    “Open for me.”
    She opened for him. He attached the gag, placed the plastic
ball firmly in her mouth and fastened the clasp at the back of her head.
    “If you need your safeword, knock twice on the table.
Understand?”
    She nodded again. Saliva pooled around the plastic holding
open her mouth. Nerves danced a pattern in her stomach. Nausea rose in her
throat. Completely at his mercy, she shoved the panic aside. He wouldn’t hurt
her.
    Looking at Jared, she saw the metal clover clamps in his
hand. He tested the teeth, opening and closing the snap spring.
    “Mmphh.” She whimpered, tugged on her restraints. Her
nipples beaded in anticipation of the sharp-looking teeth against her delicate
flesh.
    “Look at me. Keep your eyes on me.”
    He tugged one of her nipples, rolled it through his
fingertips. The bud hardened, ached. Palming her breast, he snapped the clasp
onto her nipple and Tessa screamed behind the gag.
    Sharp stings of pain shot through her system. He didn’t
allow her any respite. He pinched her other nipple and snapped on the second
clamp. She held her breath, fighting the pain. Torturous pain. Exquisite pain.
Her mind froze. Her body sang as endorphins surged.
    “Breathe through it. It helps,” Jared’s voice interjected
and she latched onto it, following his advice.
    She breathed out, her whole body alive with electricity. Who
knew pain could be so pleasurable?
    “Don’t fight it. Feel how good it is? Feel how good I can
make you?”
    He could. He was giving her everything she’d ever fantasized
about and more, stripping away her control and using her as he saw fit.
    He tugged on the chain linking her breasts and she yelped.
The pressure increased, shot through her body and ended with a throbbing in her
pussy.
    “Jared.” His name came out garbled but she didn’t care. She
pleaded with her eyes. The desire to come, a need so deep it almost hurt.
    “No, Tessa. Not until you submit to me.”
    She shook her head, blinked away the tears. It would be so
simple to tell him she submitted. She didn’t have to mean it. But she couldn’t
lie. Not to him. He’d know and most likely punish her for it.
    His jaw clenched. Was he having trouble with control too?
The thought sent zings of pleasure to her heart.
    He picked up a bright-blue, ridged butt plug. The tip was
tapered but it still looked imposing. Tessa whimpered. That was never going