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differently. He was studying her reactions, keeping her gaze ensnared. And, heaven help her, his touch was a bit more sensual and she was becoming aroused.
    “Very nice nipples.”
    “Thank you, Sir.”
    “How high can I tug them before you beg for mercy?”
    “Is this part of an inspection, Sir?”
    “Certainly, girl. Gauging your responses, capabilities and obedience is the biggest part of it.”
    “Thank you for explaining that, Sir.”
    “I’m going to pull up your nipples. Keep your legs apart and your feet flat. Understand?”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    “Feel free to cry or whimper or moan. Screaming is okay, too. But when you absolutely can’t take any more, say slow. But take as much as you can.”
    “Yes, Sir.”
    His grip was excruciating. But then he began to pull, as well.
    She curled her hands into fists. He tugged a bit more and kept looking at her. She could drown in the depths of his eyes. And suddenly this wasn’t all about her. She wanted to please him.
    She was tempted to close her eyes from the ever-increasing pain, but looking at him gave her strength.
    “Can you take more for me?”
    She gritted her teeth. Since she’d met him, everything had been a battle of wills, and she had no intention of losing. “Of course, Sir.”
    Her abdominal muscles constricted and drawing a breath was difficult.
    “Good girl.”
    This time he sounded approving, rather than patronising. She wondered if his tone had changed or if her attitude had.
    He pulled harder and she dug her heels into the table cushion. The amount of pain she was enduring wasn’t possible. As the agony increased, she became more turned on.
    “That exquisite line between pain and pleasure,” he told her. “You’re there. Endorphins and horniness. I can smell you.”
    Yes. She was. She wanted…something.
    He pulled a little harder and she squeezed her eyes shut and cried out, “Slow.”
    “Well done,” he said. “I’m going to release you a bit at a time so it hurts less.”
    “Thank you,” she said, while desperately wishing he’d just let the hell go. Still, when he finally did, she cried out. The feeling of the blood rushing back into the abused tips, restoring them to their usual plumpness, was awful.
    “Now I know where this limit is so I can, with your permission, push you further in future.”
    She wasn’t sure anyone was going near her nipples again. Ever.
    “Stay in position.”
    She opened her eyes in terror when he returned. He had several items with him, including a towel and more of those damn blue gloves, but the metal contraption that he held up riveted her attention.
    “This is a dental gag.”
    It resembled a medieval torture device. It was quite wide with two metal pieces running parallel and a ratchet on either side, presumably to keep the teeth apart.
    “As you can see, the bits are dipped in rubber, so it’s quite safe. A lot of Doms like them because they restrict speech and keep the mouth open for insertion of a cock or a type of bladder.”
    “This is for educational purposes, right, Sir?”
    “Instructional. Once it’s inserted, and you get a feel for it, I’ll remove it. When I inspected you earlier, I noticed how far you could comfortably open your jaw. Some subs find this kind of gag rather pleasant. They don’t have to remember their manners and they can surrender to the scene. In lieu of a safe word, we’ll use a safe signal. Simply raise your right hand and I’ll remove it.”
    This man was pushing all of her boundaries. Never, even in her kinkiest thoughts or readings, had she imagined enduring anything like this.
    “Open wide.”
    For a moment, she simply stared. She wasn’t stalling, she was considering whether to stop him, this…madness.
    “Chelsea, safe word or open your mouth.”
    Her fingernails gouging into her palms, she opened her mouth.
    He began to adjust the ratchets, spreading her mouth apart. Just when fear clawed at her and she was ready to raise her hand, he