She groaned and gave in to it. “Yes. Oh yes, please.”

“What do you want?” he asked again. Snapping his fingers, something appeared, another string or thread, and there was a silver thing attached to it. Alice watched as he slipped something over the nub of her hard, pink nipple.

She squealed when she felt it tighten.

“What do you want?” He snapped his fingers again and this time she knew what would appear, where it would go, how she would writhe and moan and grit her teeth.

“I want you to fuck me,” she whispered, eyes half-closed, feeling the throbbing promise of his cock between her thighs.

“No.” He chuckled, tweaking her nipple, and the thing tightened again. She squeaked in surprise, biting her lip to draw sensation away from the spot. “Tell me what you really want.”

What did she really want? She wanted Wade. She wanted a forever life with him, doing whatever he wanted to do, as long as she could follow him. She wanted to love and be loved, to give herself completely, to empty herself, body, mind and soul, and then to be filled up again with him.

Alice moaned when he tweaked both nipples, as if tuning a radio dial, tightening the fasteners and sending hot waves of pain and pleasure down between her thighs.

“I want…” she whispered, feeling his hips shifting, just barely, teasing her with the mushroom head of his cock. Wade, I love you, this is all for you, everything for you.

She closed her eyes and let herself go limp. “To surrender.” He gave a low, triumphant growl and thrust deep, taking her pussy to the hilt and then digging in a little more. Alice cried out in surprise. She’d anticipated the size of him, but not quite enough. He began to fuck her, using long, teasing strokes, his big hands gripping her hips so hard she knew she would have bruises on the soft flesh of her behind.

Her nipples were tingling, going nearly numb from the pressure of the silver clamps there. Her arms ached from being suspended, but at least he had her hips, relieving some of the pressure at the juncture between her thighs. He began to thrust harder, faster, and Alice thought it would be over soon-far too soon. But that wasn’t up to her. He could take his pleasure as he liked it. Her pleasure or pain was his choice.