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Nick drew two leather cuffs complete with soft fleece lining and D-rings. Next, he pulled out a length of chain. Her stomach dropped. Chain? Really? When he’d said he was going to chain her to the wall, she’d thought he’d been exaggerating. Chain was so much scarier than rope. Very dungeon-y. “Yes, Sir.”
    Nick secured each of her ankles with a cuff, attached a length of chain to the D-rings then circled the chain around the back legs of the loveseat. He cautioned her, “Be sure you can maintain this position, Angel. If you need to adjust, now is the time to do it.”
    Laura shifted her weight from leg to leg. Yes, it was do-able.
    “Ready?”
    Curbing her tongue, she lied through her teeth, “Yes, Sir. I’m ready.” Her brain screamed, No, Sir. No way, not in this lifetime, am I ready to be CHAINED to a wall in the basement. This was touching on some of her deepest, darkest fantasies, the ones too wrong to ever speak of out loud.
    “I’ve been thinking about this for a few days now. I’ve wanted you restrained in an upright position and what better location than the basement? As I continued to visualize the details, I knew I had to see you in chains. I can’t wait to get the ‘captured spy’ theme room completed. I have so many plans for that role play.”
    She wanted to reply. She understood it was important to acknowledge he was sharing something intimate. Her throat just refused to cooperate. She was starting to fear he could read her mind.
    If Nick had the same type of fantasies, maybe she wasn’t as perverted as she feared. “Me neither, Sir,” she managed to whisper. The soft leather cupping her ankles was oddly reassuring. If only she could block out the sound of the chain…
    “Give me your hands. When I secure you to the wall, you might find it more comfortable to wrap your hands around the chain. It helps keep the leather from digging into your wrists.”
    “Thank you, Sir. I will.” He must have learned that from his time at the clubs. Damn it!
    “What’s the matter, Angel? Your whole body is tense.”
    “I’m just a little nervous, Sir.” She took a few deep breaths to steady her nerves.
    “With good reason, subbie. This has turned into a discipline lesson.” He ran a finger lightly down her spine.
    Why was it sexy when he went all Dom on her? He was always changing it up. She could never guess what he’d do next. Unless she broke a rule. He was very consistent with his expectations. And breaking a rule, always , brought a consequence.
    “Okay, subbie, stretch your arms up toward the hooks.”
    With the loveseat in front of her, there was no way she could reach the hooks. Nick used chain to bridge the distance.
    “Put your feet flat on the floor.”
    He was confusing her. He made sure she could stand with her feet that far apart on her tip toes, then ordered her to be flat footed while he attached the chain. Obviously, he was taking it easy on her. Tamping down her disappointment, she tried to rationalize that it was the safe thing to do this first time. Nick was a safety boy. Maybe next time, and she already hoped there would be a next time, he would increase the rigor.
    Nick adjusted the chain so the restraints were taut, but she could stand comfortably with her feet flat on the floor. She wished she could see his face.
    “We have a little matter of training your mind to stay focused, as well as facing the consequences for disrespecting your Dom. I think a little tit torture should do the trick. You look so beautiful chained to the wall. I think we should chain your nipples too.”
    “What do you mean?” A breath later she remembered to add, “Sir?” Her clit just went supersonic. A whole flock of butterflies took flight in her stomach.
    “The middle hook you’ve been eyeing is for the chain I’m going to attach to your nipples.”
    Oh. Holy. Fuck! She watched in horror as he pulled a nasty set of alligator clips out of his bag of torture devices. She wanted to close