“Yessir, these are some pretty titties,” Nick crooned softly. He shifted his grip, pinching her nipples between his fingers to twist and pull. She arched forward, trying to ease the tension, but he only laughed and pulled harder, stretching her nipples out so far that her breasts were elongated.

He held them there for a moment, then let them go abruptly so they bounced. Nick brought both hands down hard and fast, smack, smack, smack, then grabbed her nipples again—harder and redder now—and did it all over again.

When he was satisfied that they were hard enough to hold the clamps—and Olivia was fighting back tears—Nick cupped her breasts almost tenderly and offered them to Jack. “Here you go. Two nipples, no waiting.”

Jack wasted no time, applying the clover clamps to the bases of her already swollen nipples and tugging to make sure they were on securely. Then he tugged again—Cade suspected for the joy of watching her arch and cry out. The diabolical nature of clover clamps meant the harder he pulled, the tighter they got, and when he finally let the chain connecting them fall to dangle between her breasts, Olivia was no longer holding back her tears.

Cade stepped forward and laid a hand on Jack’s shoulder in a pre-arranged signal, and Jack immediately stepped to the side. Cade crouched down, waiting until Olivia’s watery eyes focused on him.

Her breath shuddered out, her lips swollen and marked where she’d bitten them. She stared at him, fear and pain and lust swimming in her beautiful eyes, the silvery tracks of her tears painting her apple cheeks.

He kept his eyes locked on hers, though his peripheral vision was working overtime. Her breasts were heaving with every labored breath, the soft flesh quivering lightly. Her nipples were a bright cherry red in the clamps, and Jack’s hand prints were still visible.

“What about those diamonds, babe?” he asked, forcing his voice to casual indifference. He hadn’t intended to give her another out this fast, but Jack was quickly ramping up the intensity, and he needed to know she was handling it okay.

She lowered her head for a moment, and he saw her mouth working. Then she lifted her head and stared him dead in the eyes. “Fuck you,” she snarled, and spat a glob of saliva and mucus right in his face.

He kept his expression blank as he slowly wiped his face clean with the back of his hand, his narrowed gaze clashing with her defiant one, then pushed to his feet and turned to face his friends. They’d both gone still as stone, and he imagined their faces under their masks would hold shock, surprise, and not a small amount of delight.

With his back to her, he let the grin spread over his face. “All yours, pal,” he said to Jack, and stepped aside again.

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve