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something else and told Alec, “Why don’t you take care of those?”
    Alec grinned. “Thought you’d never ask.”
    “Be careful—she’s never had them clamped.”
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    Grace’s eyes widened and her heart rate doubled. Damn right, she’d never had them clamped. From what she’d read, it hurt like hell. She bit her lip to keep from whining, Do we have to ?
    “Don’t worry, Princess,” Alec said as he leaned over her left breast. “I’ll make it hurt good.”
    His tongue swiped over her nipple and she whined anyway. Her breath was coming fast and hard, arousal and fear warring for prominence. He licked her curiously, tracing the tip of his tongue around her areola, and the cooling moisture made the nipple draw up even tighter.
    “Pretty,” he breathed. Then his mouth closed over her and he began a strong suckling that pulled her back up off the floor. He worked the sensitive flesh against his upper teeth with his tongue, abrading it, arousing her to the point of madness.
    When he pulled away, she closed her eyes and held her breath, waiting for the pain to strike. She didn’t wait long. Biting pressure grabbed her and she gasped. Her eyes flew open. She’d only seen nipple clamps on the internet of the future and wasn’t quite sure what to expect. This one looked deceptively harmless, sort of like little tweezers, but the pain almost took her breath away and she sucked in deep gusts of air until it settled into something manageable.
    “Very good, Princess,” Alec murmured before lowering his head to her other breast. At the same time, Jared went to work between her legs. It took about three seconds of his tongue circling her clit for Grace to reach the flashpoint, and she groaned loudly when he stopped.
    “You’ve got a hair-trigger cunt today, Princess,” he chuckled. “Would you like to come?”
    “Yes Sir, please!” But she knew what his answer would be.
    “It wouldn’t be punishment if I let you come whenever you wanted, would it?”
    “No Sir—oh!” Alec’s fierce drawing on her other breast just about did it, but he too stopped just short of the mark. “No!” she cried when he pulled away. He stung her 24

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    with the other clamp and this time she screamed, thrusting her hips up as far as her bound legs would allow. Sweat broke out on her upper lip and between her breasts at the urgency pounding through her. “Please, Sir, I need to come so bad!”
    “Better leave off the clit clamp or she’s gone,” Alec advised.
    “Definitely.” Jared slid something into her pussy then, probably a dildo, though it wasn’t very large. She jumped when it began to vibrate lightly. “Where’s the belt?”
    Alec reached up and snagged a set of leather straps off the bed, and together they threaded one around her waist, then looped another one between her legs and fastened them in front of her. Jared moved to her right side and they hauled her upright, making her kneel again while they tightened the vertical belt until it was snug against her crotch.
    “Now that’s pretty,” Alec said as they gazed down at her. “All that’s missing is a gag.”
    “No, I want to hear her.” Jared pulled her chin up. “Are you ready for Act Two, Princess Grace?”
    She swallowed hard before answering. “Yes Sir.”
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Chapter Five
    The two men exchanged looks before beginning an unhurried striptease that made her heart pound. When their clothes were scattered on the floor, Alec immediately slid a hand behind Jared’s neck and pulled him into a deep kiss. Grace watched the muscles working in their jaws and throats and whimpered, jealous as all hell. Not of Jared, but that they were both getting some while she was dying on the floor. Me, me! I want some!
    They were beautiful together. Jared’s dark blond locks were slightly shaggy and tended to curl, while Alec’s rich brown hair was straight and conservatively cut. Jared had faintly golden skin that tanned