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her eyes. If she didn’t watch then it wouldn’t really happen, right?
    “Remember you can always safeword, but all play will stop and that orgasm you so desperately need will be delayed until our next scene.”
    Bastard . She hadn’t even considered using her safeword. Why had she thought he was going easy on her? Chaining her nipples to the basement wall was so far away from easy she couldn’t even imagine the distance between the two. Fuck . She watched in sick fascination as he attached the first link to the alligator clip. As he came at her nipple, she instinctively pulled back on the chains binding her to the wall. It didn’t matter that the tips had a black rubber coating, they looked vicious.
    Nick chuckled, “Breathe, subbie. The clip isn’t terribly tight.” He paused and she recognized it was for effect. “Yet.”
    He seemed so calm. Like chaining her to the basement wall by her nipples was an everyday occurrence.
    “First, we need to get the length right.” With his left hand on her back, he made sure she was tight against the loveseat.
    Laura focused on the pressure he applied to her back and tried to block out the image of the metal clip open wide approaching her rock hard nipple. Silly nip, didn’t it know what was coming?
    “We have to make sure the clip is secure enough to stay on.” After he attached it Nick asked, “How does the clamp feel? Is it too painful? Do you want it tighter?”
    She took a few breaths trying to slow her racing pulse. It took a lot of effort to focus and analyze the sensations. “No, and no, Sir. It feels tingly. More scary than painful.” She realized the hook was a mixed blessing. While it made damn sure she wasn’t getting away, it would also carry most of the chain’s weight.
    “Good girl.”
    She watched him loop the chain loosely over the hook. He didn’t intend to pull it taut? She shook her head, shocked by her own thoughts. Why did she always second guess him? He probably just wanted to make sure she was safe. Just enjoy the scary as hell image and leave it at that. For heaven’s sake, now she was talking to herself.
    Lightly Nick ran both hands along her ribs. Oh, God, he knew how ticklish she was. There was no way she could stay still.
    “Stop!”
    “Stop? Did you just tell your Master to stop?” His stern voice sent her clit spasming.
    “No, Sir. I mean, yes, Sir! Please, you know how ticklish I am.” She back peddled in breathy amusement.
    “Oh, Laura,” he tsked, “subbies don’t decide when to stop. Only Doms make that decision. Good subbies please their Masters by enjoying the attention, any attention their Doms decide is best for them.”
    “I doubt my Master would like his sub to only have one nipple. It would be a shame if she had one ripped off in a tickling accident.”
    Laura was pretty sure Nick was laughing silently. His whole body was rumbling.
    “Disrespectful brat.” He gave her ass a good, hard swat. “Your arms are bound securely limiting your range of movement. The chain attached to said nipple is loose, allowing a significant range of motion before it even begins to tug and to further insure the safety of this delicious nip,” he grabbed the chain and gently tugged, “the clamp has only a moderate grip. If by some highly unlikely chance you were to wiggle farther than I believe possible, it would pull free. While that would be uncomfortable to say the least, it would in no way, rip your nipple off.”
    Of course he spoke the truth. She understood why he took the time to explain it, but it did reduce the intensity factor. When would she learn?
    “Obviously, brats can’t be given so much leeway.” He removed the chain from the hook, pulled it taut, and reattached it.
    Oh my! Now almost any movement produced a tugging sensation. As long as she stayed fairly still, all she felt was constant pleasurable pull. She cringed just imagining what a jerking motion would feel like.
    “You must stay still or your nipple will