Page 75 of Wallflower

I shrug, just to work him up and see what will happen.

“Explain,” he growls, removing his hand to retrieve said clamps from his pocket.

“I used them on myself once.”

“Really?” His voice is light, inquisitive, as he unfurls his fingers, showing me the metal dinosaur skull clamps sitting in his palm. “Like a little pain with your pleasure, flower?” He skillfully works my nipples into peaks, placing on one clamp then the other. The tiny sharp teeth dig into my skin, the twinge of pain shooting straight to my core.

“Mhmm,” I whine, becoming ever more desperate to be filled.

I somewhat knew what to expect from the clamps, but this is another level. The sensation is maddening, a delicious ache paired with an intense thump. All heightened by the throb building between my legs.

“Knew it.”

Rip gathers my hair into his fist as the other travels slowly down my abdomen. I’m burning up, skin on fire, and he hasn’t even begun to dip into whatever the fuck else is in that bag.

His hand slides between my legs, fingers swiping through my slit. “Fuck, you’re so goddamn wet for me.” His fingers circle my clit, light and slow.

“Please.” My voice is a quiet beg as my hips try to follow the sensation he provides, using my body to urge him for more.

“What was that?” He tugs my head back by the hair.

“Please,” I breathe, locking my eyes on his. “Don’t you want to watch me come apart because of you?” I’m fucking baiting him and I hope it works.

Rip’s eyes fall shut for a moment and his fingers work me harder, but still just as slow.

Will he let me cum?

When he reopens his eyes, they’re darker, shimmering with satisfaction. “Clever girl,” he says before landing a hard slap to my swollen clit.

Somehow the phrase registers in my lust-saturated brain. Back to the role play then, and the reason for this whole get up. I better make it good to get what I want.

“There’s an a-ass—” The way he holds me right on the cusp of finishing is excruciating. Ripley’s fingers steal my words as my legs start to shake.

“An ass?” he chortles, soaking up the effect he has on me.

“An asset out of containment,” I finally voice the words, as his large body leans over mine, fingers releasing my hair to knead my tender breast.

“Oh yeah? Is it your hungry cunt? Does she want to eat me up?”

I nod. “Open paddock nine, let the king out.”

Rip rumbles a groan against my ear. “You want to let them fight it out? See who comes out on top?”

“We both know it’s going to be me,” I snark with a smile.

His ministrations cease, warm body abandoning me. Ripley backs away, making me watch over my shoulder as he slowlystrips for me. Peeling off his dark grey shirt, the mangled demon tattooed on his chest watches me from behind the negative space sternum inked there, bowing to its master. Ripley’s tanned skin is quickly becoming familiar, comforting, even though it shouldn’t be.

Slowly, he kicks his shoes off, building my anticipation.

He takes a step closer, then another. Still just out of reach, but close enough to feel the heat of him against my exposed skin. I sway my hips from side to side, taunting him.

“Fuck. Bend over, let me see that starving pussy.”

I comply, bending at the waist as far as my tether allows.

His shorts hit the floor with a soft thud as he closes in. His hardness brushes against me, and my entire being tightens in excitement.

“Hold tight, I won’t be gentle,” he whispers.