Chapter 89 Hung And Clamped By Him
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Chapter 89: Hung And Clamped By Him
Gianna’s POV
Dante stood in front of me like some dark avenging god, holling that wooden paddle, the muscles in his forearms. flexing as he gripped it. His shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, his sleeves rolled up to reveal tanned, powerful
arms.
His gaze locked onto mine, searching, dissecting, as if he could see straight through every lie, every secret I was desperately trying to protect.
I had already betrayed Mira once by using her friendship and manipulating her trust. Throwing her under the bus again could get her in even deeper trouble with Dante, possibly fired or worse. That would be beyond cruel of me.
I could not tell him the truth. I had to make him believe I did this alone.
“I… was working alone,” I breathed, hating how my voice shook. “No one helped me.”
“You expect me to believe you found a secret passage that leads outside the estate all by yourself? With no help whatsoever?”
I nodded quickly, hoping he would believe me this time. “Yes…”
The glint in his eyes was pure danger as he tilted his head slightly, mocking me.
Then he turned away and walked to the long black table against the wall, where various instruments were arranged in perfect order, like the tools of a patient torturer
My breathing quickened as I watched Dante’s long fingers trail over them, his movements slow and deliberate. I took in what was there: metallic clamps of different sizes, leather straps, sleek vibrators ranging from small to intimidatingly large, floggers, and other implements I couldn’t even name.
Of all the ways I thought he would punish me, yelling, isolation, maybe locking me in my room for weeks, I never imagined this.
I was hanging from a steel suspension bar bolted to the ceiling, my wrists cuffed above my head in leather–lined restraints, my legs spread wide and secured to a spreader bar that left every part of m d for him to punish
as he pleased.
Yet I was supposed to feel only terrified.
But it wasn’t just fear coursing through my veins. After he’d struck me with that wooden paddle more times than ! could count, each impact had both stung and sent shockwaves through every part of me.
Finally, he picked up something metallic, two small clamps connected by a delicate chain. He studied them for a moment before turning back toward me.
Fuck. Was he going to use that on me?
He growled low in his throat, the sound vibrating through my entire body. “It seems like you need to be reminded what the consequences are for lying to me.”
I was shaking now, my hands yanking uselessly against the leather cuffs. They held firm, the suspension bar above not budging even a fraction. I was completely trapped, completely at his mercy.
“What is that?” My breath came in short gasps as he approached. “Where does it go?”
His eyes narrowed, his voice dark and deliberate. “These are nipple clamps, pretty doll.”
“Nipple what?” My voice came out embarrassingly high. “What… what do they do?”
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“They’re going to teach you that lying to me has consequences.” His hands moved to my lace down roughly until both breasts were completely exposed. “They’re going to make the yours so sensitive that even the air touching them will make you whimper.”
the sheer
y nipples of
Cool air hit my exposed skin and I shivered, tingling sparks racing along my nerves, making every inch of me feel hypersensitive and alive. My nipples hardened instantly, betraying my body’s response to his dominance.
Shame burned through me at how easily I reacted. I shouldn’t want this, shouldn’t feel my body respond like this, but I couldn’t stop it. I was helplessly aroused by the way he looked at me, by the raw, commanding power radiating from his frame.
What was wrong with me?
“Look at you,” Dante breathed, his eyes fixed on my breasts with undisguised hunger. “Already so responsive. Your body knows who it belongs to, even if your mind is still fighting it.”
His fingers found one nipple, circling it lazily before rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. The sensation made me bite my lip to hold back a moan.
“Let’s test just how sensitive you are.”
He pinched harder, increasing the pressure until the line between pleasure and pain blurred completely. A whimper escaped my lips, and I couldn’t stop it.
“That’s it,” he growled approvingly. “I want every sound, every breath, you don’t hold anything back from me.”
Then he attached the first clamp.
The metal bit into my sensitive flesh with unforgiving pressure, and I cried out sharply. It was so unbearably tight, creating a constant ache that radiated through my entire breast. The pressure was relentless, every nerve ending screaming.
“Beautiful,” Dante murmured, his eyes dark with satisfaction as he watched my face contort. “The way you take pain for me… fuck, Gianna.”
He moved to my other breast, his fingers toying with the nipple, rolling and pinching it until it was impossibly hard and sensitive. Then he fastened the second clamp.
Another cry tore from my throat. The sensation doubled, both nipples now caught constant pressure.
site torture of
Then Dante wrapped his fingers around the chain connecting the clamps and gave it a slow, deliberate tug.
“Oh God!” I gasped. The sudden pull was brutal and intoxicating all at once, sending a shockwave through me so intense I thought my nipples would be torn right off my body. It was pain tangled with pleasure, a biting sweetness that made my entire body quake and my core clench with desperate need.
“Give me a name,” he demanded, pulling the chain harder, pushing me to the edge of what I could take.
The mix of agony and pleasure was overwhelming, scattering my thoughts. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, only feel.
I wanted to protect Mira. I really did. But the words broke free before I could stop them.
“I… the passage… I found it when I begged you to let me have those picnics on the grounds,” I gasped, my body shaking. “When Mira wasn’t looking, I’d map out the place the guard rotations…”
Dante scoffed, releasing the chain only to wrap it around his fist, keeping that delicious tension in place. “You just happened to know all the blind spots in the security cameras as well? That’s not possible. You must’ve had help, someone who knows the estate inside and out. Which of my guards were you working with?”
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“I… I wasn’t working with any guards…” The words came out on a shaky exhale, my voice between gasps. It was partly a lie and the truth, just enough of both to maybe survive this.
His eyes narrowed. It was clear he didn’t believe me. Not for a second.
And in that moment, I knew I was completely screwed.
broken
He released the chain and walked away to the table, his movements controlled but radiating barely leashed violence.
I was panting heavily, attempting to catch my breath, my chest heaving with each ragged inhale. My nipples were still clamped, the metal biting into the tender flesh with relentless pressure. Every breath made the chain sway slightly, sending fresh waves of sensation through my abused nerves.
Dread washed over me when he picked up something that looked like a giant wand with a large, rounded head. It was sleek and dark, almost elegant in design, yet somehow more threatening than anything else on that table.
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Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland’s breathtaking cold.
