‘No, no, no.’ A pouty lament, her hand on his arm to stop him.

Bending down, he sucked on her pouty bottom lip, slid two fingers up her sleek welcoming heat and gently massaging, opened his mouth enough to say in a warm hum against her lip, ‘You have to wait because I said so.’

She lifted her hips into his fingers, exhaled a little groan he recognized as acceptance. Then with a last little nibble on her lips, he withdrew his fingers and tongue and stood upright.

She uttered a despairing little groan as he strode away.

‘No complaints, Katherine,’ he quietly said, personalizing his intrinsic authority. ‘That’s an order.’

He smiled at the instant silence, stopped at the dresser, jerked open a drawer, picked up a small box, upended the contents into his palm and returned to the bed. ‘See, that didn’t take long. We’ll have you climaxing in no time. How does that sound?’ A pause, silence. ‘Answer me. Remember the rules? Do you want to come?’

Her reply was very soft, barely audible; her eyes were shut, her thighs clenched tightly, the flush pinking her skin indication of her breathless desire.

‘I can’t hear you, Katherine. If I can’t hear you, I can’t let you come.’

‘Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!’ Emphatic, her green eyes blazing.

‘See, you can obey me if you want something badly enough. How much do you want to come?’

‘Fuck it,’ she snapped. ‘I don’t want to any more.’

He grabbed her arm, pushed his other hand between her legs, slid three fingers inside her and watched her shudder as the violent sensations jolted her body. ‘Still undecided,’ he murmured, stretching her slick passage with his fingers, then softly caressing the swollen tissue of her G-spot, pausing a short time later just short of her orgasm, waiting until she marginally calmed before renewing his deft manipulation. Exercising his delicate manipulative skills, he smoothly amplified the rhythm of stimulation and restraint until she was trembling uncontrollably. ‘I think that answers our question about whether you want to come or not,’ he said mildly, withdrawing his fingers, releasing her arm.

She was wet, quivering, convulsed with an unbearable hunger, desperate to feel him inside her, her longing so intense she was whimpering.

He rubbed her nipple between his thumb and wet forefinger, a casual act of possession. ‘One more thing, Katherine, and then you can come.’

She would have done anything to come, said anything. ‘Anything you want,’ she said in a pleading voice, and heard him take a deep breath.

‘Just this for now,’ he said, slowly exhaling. ‘Afterwards, I’ll screw you till you tell me to stop. Or maybe I won’t stop. Maybe I’ll just keep going no matter what you say.’ She almost came right then and she would have but he grabbed her chin in a brutal grip and growled, ‘Not yet.’

The shock of it stopped her; she felt his fingers slide away from her face.

‘You’re doing well, Katherine. It won’t be much longer. Look, I want to show you something.’ He kissed her cheek. ‘Open your eyes.’

Sheer force of will brought her eyes open.

‘Do you like these?’ A rhetorical question.

He held what looked like two small clip earrings. Teardrop pearls were suspended from tiny diamond star bursts. But in place of the usual spring was a small turnbuckle with diamond studs on both ends. ‘If it starts to hurt let me know. You should be fine though. These are supposed to be painless,’ Dominic said, dropping one clip on the bed, and framing Kate’s nipple with the other clip.

She flinched.

‘It can’t hurt yet. Tell me when it does and I’ll stop tightening.’ A few moments later, before she responded, he saw that the pressure was sufficient to hold the nipple clip in place. He stopped tightening, repeated the procedure with the second clip. ‘No pain? If there is, tell me and I’ll adjust them. Hey,’ he whispered, glancing up when she didn’t reply. ‘Katherine, look at me. Are we good?’

Overwhelmed by feverish sensation, the throbbing inside her jolting her senses with every pulse beat, her breasts swollen, her nipples the orgasmic trigger spurring her toward orgasm, she wasn’t capable of fully opening her eyes. Her lashes barely lifted. She nodded.

This was sexual opulence on a grand scale: her full breasts overflowing the insubstantial white lace bra; her nipples elongated under the pressure of diamond vices; her wet pussy ravenous for cock. For his cock. He dragged in a breath of restraint, beat back his renegade impulses, and spoke very softly because Miss Hart was very near to climax. ‘I’m going to lift you off the bed, Katherine. You have to stand. I want to show you your new jewellery in the mirror.’ He watched the pearl teardrops vibrate as he picked her up and set her on her feet; his erection took note as well. Placing his hand under her arm, he guided his new playmate, trembling faintly and not entirely aware, to the cheval glass in the corner.

‘You have to open your eyes, Katherine.’ He flicked both pearls with a brush of his hand.

She jerked, gasped.

‘If you look, I’ll put my dick inside you.’

The magic words. Her eyes opened.

She looked and a fierce rush of pleasure streaked down from her nipples to her saturated, throbbing core, rolled back up again with such intensity, she buckled under the shock.

Dominic caught her, held her upright, hooked a gilded bamboo chair with his foot and hauled it close. Gently seating her, he stood behind her, bent low to kiss her shoulder. ‘Keep your eyes on the mirror,’ he murmured. ‘You must. Did you hear me?’