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doesn’t she?”
    “Pinch her nipples harder,” Tyler said. “She likes that.”
    Marc twisted her nipple roughly. Shannon gasped and arched her back. He began to play with both nipples, pinching and rolling them, sending jolts of sensation straight to her core.
    “You were right about her nipples being sensitive,” Marc said, his breath warm on her cheek, his fingers still plucking her nipples. “I think we have to decorate them with some clamps.”
    Her nipples prickled just from the thought. It had been a long time since they’d played with the nipple clamps.
    “Okay. Nipple clamps. Check.” Tyler opened another drawer. “What do you think about a paddle? Maybe a flogger?” He glanced over his shoulder and froze. He slowly turned around to face them, the nipple clamps in one hand, a leather paddle in the other. Shannon tried to imagine the image she made, sprawled on Marc’s lap, her legs widespread, his fingers playing with her nipples. “Wow. I wish I had a camera right now.”
    She squirmed but Marc held her close. He swept one hand down her side until he reached the curve of her ass.
    “I like the look of that paddle,” Marc said. “Does she turn a pretty shade of pink when you spank her?”
    “Sometimes her skin practically glows. She likes it when her ass is all hot and red.” Ty turned the paddle over and over in his hand. “Wait till you feel the heat of her skin.”
    Marc rubbed her hip, as if he was already imagining how her skin would feel after she’d been paddled.
    She squirmed again, she couldn’t help it. She did like to be spanked, although Tyler usually just used his hand. Ty came over to them with the clamps and paddle. He set the paddle down on the padded ottoman that was placed in front of the sofa, and then he sat down, facing them. He held up the nipple clamps and grinned wickedly.
    Marc circled her wrists with his long fingers, pulled her hands behind her back and held them there. He kissed the back of her neck. “Just in case, hon.”
    “Good idea,” Ty said as he leaned forward with the first clamp in his hand. “I usually have her tied to the bed when I put these things on.”
    Marc laughed. “You don’t need ropes when you’ve got a friend.”
    Tyler laughed too. He caught her by the back of the neck and leaned in for a hard, quick kiss. Then while she was still breathless from the kiss, he let the first clamp bite down hard on her nipple.
    In all the times that they’d used the clamps, she’d never gotten used to the initial pain. She cried out as fire burst from her nipple and swept through her chest. Marc held her arms tightly behind her but gently kissed her cheek, murmuring that it would be all right. Reminding her to breathe. Reminding her that it would feel so good.
    Tyler brushed his fingers lightly over the tender skin of her breast, stroking her, giving her something else to think about beside the pain. Then he rubbed the tip of the clamped nipple with his finger and she sucked in a shaky breath, not able to tell if it felt incredible or hurt like hell. More like both at the same time.
    When Tyler clamped the other nipple, she gasped for breath while Marc continued to hold her. A couple of tears trickled down her cheek and Tyler kissed them away. Gradually, the fire lessened and her body relaxed again. Her senses were heightened somehow as the burn of pain changed to a glow of pleasure. Her pussy throbbed in time with the tender pulsing in her nipples.
    “I always knew you were a strong woman,” Marc said softly. He released her arms and they fell heavily to her sides. He rubbed her shoulders again as he’d done before. “You’re lucky to have her, my friend.”
    “I know,” Tyler said. He kissed her gently then sat back and tugged lightly on the heavy chain that swung between her breasts. The sharp pressure upped the sensations that were still bombarding her there. “You look so pretty with your nipples decorated like that.”
    He picked up the