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bulldog clips, they were silver all over, stubbier, and a little wider than my nipple. They appeared more like jewelry than a sex toy. Each one had four flat-ended teeth on the upper and lower jaws. A chain with a padlock in the center joined them together.
    “The padlock, Sir?”
    “Merely used as a weight.”
    I’d never had weighted clamps attached before, so that as well as the teeth would test my endurance. He draped the device around his neck then reached out to roughly tweak my nipples, pinching them between fingers and thumbs and pulling so my breasts lifted. He pinched harder and I let out a soft groan that was swallowed by another burst of thunder. He kept on, pinching, pinching, pinching, until I winced and a throttled noise rumbled in my throat.
    “That should be preparation enough,” he said, letting them go and taking the chain from around his neck. He squeezed one clamp open and positioned it over my nipple. “This is going to sting a bit, pet. Remember to breathe through it.” He paused, then added, “Or do you want both attached at the same time?”
    “Please, Sir.”
    Despite his advice, I held my breath while he squeezed the other clamp open. Their jaws and teeth seemed impossibly evil for a second until I reminded myself how much I enjoyed nipple play—the more intense the better.
    I closed my eyes, breath still held. Felt the heat of Jaska’s other hand where he’d put it closer to my breast. Waited for the bite. Waited some more. A tic flickered beside my left eye. A buzz set up inside my ears. My cunt pulsed.
    Jaska put the clamps on.
    My groan of pleasure drowned out the thrumming of the rain on the windows. I arched my back and thrust out my chest, the clamps sending streaks of undulating pleasure rippling through my breasts. My shift in position meant the cock jabbed harder at my cervix and further stretched my opening. The padlock’s weight dragged my breasts down and elongated my nipples. Such beautiful pain. A heavy ache set up home in my areolae. The ache, the tug, the spears all coalesced into one mass of sexual awareness. I couldn’t think of anything but that.
    “Breathe through it, pet.”
    Jaska placed his hands on my shoulders, slotting his thumbs into the hollows of my collarbone. He put his fingertips at the very top of my back. I concentrated on his touch. He pressed harder, nails digging into my skin. I thrashed and the padlock swung, slapping on then off my belly, dragging my nipples down farther. I moaned, a long, drawn-out sound that I’d never heard myself make before.
    “Breathe!” Jaska snapped, giving me a little shake.
    I sucked in a huge breath then let it back out through pursed and shaking lips. My tits, cunt, shoulders and arms were on fire—too much intensity yet not enough. The cock seemed harder—or my channel was clamping around it more than it had been. Either way I felt wonderfully full and strung out from the bombardment of pleasure.
    It was heaven.
    “Breathe again, Lori. Concentrate on only that. Taking air in, letting it out. That’s it, you know what to do.” He eased off on his fingertips then moved his hands to cup my face so he could brush my cheeks with his thumbs. “Tears, pet. Hot tears.”
    I hadn’t been aware of them.
    My palms were hot from the rope chafing, my wrists sore too. I relaxed the fingers of one hand while breathing in and out, flexing them to loosen the kinks. After gripping the rope again, I repeated the same with my other hand then let myself hang completely still.
    “That’s better, isn’t it?” Jaska asked. “Don’t fight your body. Go with it like I taught you. Don’t you feel so much more in control now?”
    “Yes, Sir,” I managed.
    “What did I tell you before? Go with it not against it. Accept the pain and then it settles on you and in you. The padlock. Is it too much?”
    “Not now I’m still, Sir.”
    “Good girl. Keep breathing. Keep still.”
    He took his hands from my face and went behind me.