Creations 3: Creating Chemistry by Marie Harte

chest before centring on his nipple. She licked him, then bit him hard before sucking on the small nub.
    “Fuck.” Nu pushed against her. “I’ve been trying to be considerate.”
    “That lasted a whole day,” Set murmured.
    “Two days, you drun .” Nu tossed Anin over his shoulder. “But if you really want to see what all the fuss is about, let’s go back to my room. You want to watch, fine.”
    Anin couldn’t wait.
    “In fact, you can help.”
    “Good.” The husky note in Set’s voice stirred her. “Now let’s go fuck our mate.”
    Once in Nu’s bedroom, Anin was naked in no time. Nu and Set stripped to nothing and stared at her. Two hard, powerful men who filled the room with testosterone.
    “Stand here,” Nu said softly, pointing at a raised bench on the floor. He went to his closet and came back with wrist and ankle cuffs and chains. “Set, get her ankles.”
    Set placed the leather cuffs on her ankles and secured her to the bench. Nu fastened the restraints to her wrists and lifted her arms over her head to tie them to the chains suddenly attached to ceiling hooks she hadn’t before noticed.
    “This is it, Anin. There’s no going back. No safe words. This isn’t play. This is a part of who I am. What I need.”
    She nodded. “I know, Sir. I trust you.” I love you. The slave inside her cried with joy as a hard look descended over Nu’s face. Now he’d show her how to properly behave.
    His eyes narrowed, as if he didn’t believe her. “Suck her tits,” Nu ordered Set.
    “With pleasure.” Set kissed and sucked her nipples until they stood stiffly. “By Vas, I want to fuck you right now. Not making love, meena . A good, hard fucking.”
    “Later. Now back away and watch. This is my playtime,” Nu said, glaring at Anin. “Tell me you want it.”
    “I want it.” She licked her lips nervously.
    His orange eyes glowed. “Are you mine? Is all of you mine for the taking?”
    “Oh yes, Sir. Please.”
    Nu nodded. He held something in his hand. “See this? This is for those pretty little nipples. They’re not red enough.” Nu opened the clamps on either end of the chain he held. He slowly centred the clamp over Anin’s left nipple before letting it go. The snap over her sensitive flesh caused an explosive pain. She cried out before she could help it. “Fuck yes.” Nu’s erection bobbed and he clamped the remaining fastening over her right nipple.
    Again, the pain struck and she cried out, oddly excited and sure of her role. This is what Nu needed. To know he could bring her pleasure by instilling pain from his discipline. So easy to understand, and so exhilarating to be a part of. Synster had tried it with her once, but seeing how much she enjoyed it he’d immediately stopped. Anything that brought his slave pleasure wasn’t right.
    “You like this, don’t you, meena ?” Nu rasped. He pulled on the chain between her nipples, stimulating her into a pleasured ache. Shoving his hand between her legs, he found her wet, her clit hard and aroused. “Vas’ balls, you’re wet.”
    Nu dropped to his knees and sucked her cream, nipping her clit with firm teeth. The scrape of his chin against her inner thighs chafed, and she shifted, trying to draw his lips closer around her clitoris.
    “Fuck, that’s so sexy.” Set stared at them through slitted eyes. “Only a true sub could take you this way. Only our Anin could give you this, Nu.”
    Set stepped forward and turned Anin’s head. He kissed her hard on the mouth, bruising her lips. He shoved his tongue into her mouth, and she whimpered, so close to orgasm.
    “You don’t come until I give you permission,” Nu breathed and flicked his tongue along her slit. “So damned sweet. You want to come, don’t you?”
    She moaned into Set’s mouth.
    “Not yet,” Set said as he broke free. “Nu needs his fun.”
    Nu left her pussy and strode to his closet. His cock was wet, and Anin knew true joy. She aroused him. Not Lita or another