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“I said no squirming, Angélica,” he tsks as he continues to drag the ice over my sensitive skin. “We don’t want my needle missing its mark, now do we?” He leaves the ice on my tits and reaches for his belt. With his darkened eyes fixed on me, he unbuckles it before whipping the punishing leather from around his waist with a loudthwap.

I swallow hard against the sudden thickness in my throat as liquid heat floods my core. Is he going to spank me for moving when he told me not to?

He notices the sudden change in my body, and a devious smile pulls at his lips. “Did you want a little taste of my belt, angel?”

“Yes, please,” I answer, ashamed of how needy I sound.

“I had other plans for this,” he tells me, wrapping the belt around his hand, “but you know I can’t deny my pretty pain slut when she begs.”

The open end of the belt slaps against my bare thigh, sending sparks of heated arousal coursing through my body. He swings again, and the smooth leather licks at my belly and leaves a searing stripe of fire pulsing across my skin. Two more lashes fall right below my tits, jostling the ice. I cry out with eachthwackeven as they tug at my slick core, tormenting me with twistedpleasure. A final smack lands on my swollen pussy before he pulls away and walks to the other side of the counter.

He towers above me, looking even more brutal and beautiful when I’m helpless beneath him. He grabs my wrists and drags them above my head, stretching my arms out until they dangle over the sink. Then I feel the belt wrap around my wrists before he ties me to the kitchen faucet, the leather buckled tight. I tug on my restraints to test if there’s any give, but they don’t move an inch. Now I’m really helpless.

Grey’s fingers dig into my hips as he drags me toward the end of the counter until my feet hang over the edge and my arms can’t stretch anymore. “Feel okay, angel?” he asks, rubbing his thumbs over my bare thighs.

It feels like any small movement will either send me hurtling off the counter or yank my shoulders out of socket, but instead of protesting, I answer with a gasping, “Yes.”

“Good,” he hums, his bright blue eyes dancing with anticipation. He plucks up the ball of ice that’s been melting all over my tits and brings it to my lips. “Something to bite down on,” he instructs a moment before sliding the large sphere of ice between my teeth.

It’s so cold that it hurts to feel the ice against my tongue, so I swirl it around my mouth, moving it every time the freezing burn becomes too much. The ice ball is too big and solid for me to bite it—and Greyson fuckingknowsit—so I’ll just have to suffer until it melts down. In the meantime, I’m left drooling all over my cheeks and chin trying to keep the damn thing inside my mouth.

“You look so pretty when you’re ruined for me, angel,” Grey praises, dipping his fingers into the spit pooling at the corner of my mouth and rubbing it over my cheek. “And you’re about to get even more gorgeous.”

My range of movement is limited, so I can’t see what he’s up to when he walks away. But I can certainly feel that he’s retrievedthe ice from my glass when the chilled sting of it nips at the entrance of my pussy. I gasp around the ice in my mouth as he slides the large, frozen sphere in and out of my hole.

It tingles and burns at the same time, and I can’t decide if I’d rather he stop or keep going. With my mouth stuffed and my arms tied, it doesn’t really matter what I want anyway. Grey will do exactly whathewants while I lie there and take it. The thought makes me burn even more.

“I’m going to fuck this ice into your tight little cunt,” he tells me, his fingers thrusting it deeper into me. “I want you to keep it inside you until it melts. It will give you something to focus on when I’m sliding the needles into your nipples. If you push it out, I’ll shove two more balls of ice inside you, and I’ll pierce your clit too just for fun. Understood?”

“Y-s-s-s,” I whimper around the ice on my tongue. He finger-fucks me with sharp thrusts, forcing the ice in deep, before pulling out. I focus all my attention on keeping the ice inside my pussy because I don’t think there’d be anythingfunabout having a needle near my swollen bundle of nerves.

I’m startled when liquid starts to trickle over my tits, the burning scent of whisky assaulting my nose. Grey leans down and blows on my nipples until they’re dry, and my traitorous little nubs harden into spikes at their master’s command. I suppose I should be thankful that he’ll have no trouble piercing the damn things when they’re erect and practically begging to be tortured.

“My perfect pain slut is desperate to take my needle, isn’t she?” Grey asks, his voice sultry and smooth as arequipe.

“Mmm, hmm,” I mumble, trying as hard as I can to remain still when all I want to do is move my hips and beg him to touch me.

Something cold and metallic presses into one of my nipples, pinching hard. I look down to see a clamp latched onto my nub as Grey pulls it taut. I choke around the ice in my mouth when Inotice the large needle in his other hand. He presses the sharp tip of the needle into my skin, taunting me without piercing me. His crystalline eyes flick up, capturing my gaze as he pushes the needle through slowly, each millisecond agony and euphoria intertwined.

He is patient with his torture, stopping with the needle halfway through so I can savor the delicious torment. When the sharp end finally pierces all the way through my nipple, I let out a moan. He leaves it there—the metal speared through my skin—and takes a step back to admire his work. “Goddamnit, I could come right now looking at your pretty nipple pinned with my needle. I almost wish I didn’t have to take it out.”

In a flash, he yanks the needle from my skin and slots the end of the diamond barbell against the small hole. I feel the warmth of blood trickle down my chest. His fingers are slick with it, and he wipes them clean on my stomach before starting to push the piercing in. The end of the barbell is so much thicker than the hole, and searing pain lights up my nerve endings as he forces the piercing into my nipple. I manage to bite into the ice in my mouth the moment the barbell is through at last.

“Don’t look until I’m finished,” he commands while twisting the diamond stud onto the end of the bar. “I want you to be surprised by how stunning these look on you.”

It takes a great deal of effort to tear my gaze away when I feel his fingers and then the clamp on my other nipple. I focus on Grey’s face, the way his blue eyes light up when he thrusts the needle into my skin, the way his teeth sink into his bottom lip as he holds back a moan while watching my nipple bleed for him. The ecstasy on his perfect features as he hurts me is a mark of pure, angelic beauty.

“You’re fuckingmine, little ruin,” he groans as the needle slides through, and my back arches to meet the pain like it’s a stinging kiss. Not wasting any time, Grey replaces the needle withthe piercing and pushes it through in one, excruciating thrust and twists on the diamond stud.

I screech when he pours more whisky over my tits, washing away the blood and cleansing the wounds. My chest heaves with agony as the alcohol singes the new holes in my nipples, but it’s a pleasant sort of torment that leaves me aching for Grey’s cock inside me. The ice inside me must have finally melted, and my pussy is a throbbing, dripping mess.

“Please,” I plead, desperate for anything that will quell the fire mounting in my core.

“Look at your tits, angel. See how pretty you are marked as mine.”

My eyelids feel heavy as I force my gaze down. My nipples are swollen and tender, accented by pretty diamonds on each side. They sparkle in the light as my chest rises up and down, and I’m mesmerized by the sight of Grey’s claim on me. They make me feel likehis, and having his diamonds in my tits is far less suffocating than having his ring on my finger. I’m grateful that he knows me well enough to understand exactly what I need.

“Beautiful,” I gasp.