“Don’t you like the butt drawer?” he asks innocently,
amused. I gaze at him and shrug, trying to brazen out my
shock.
“It’s not top of my Christmas card list,” I mutter
nonchalantly. Tentatively, I open the second drawer. He
grins.
“Next drawer down holds a selection of vibrators.”
I shut the drawer quickly.
“And the next?” I whisper, ashen once more, but this
time with embarrassment.
“That’s more interesting.”
Oh! Hesitantly I pull the drawer open, not taking my
eyes off his beautiful but rather smug face. Inside there are
an assortment of metal items and some clothespins.
Clothespins! I pick up a large metal clip-like device.
“Genital clamp,” Christian says. He stands up and
“Genital clamp,” Christian says. He stands up and
moves casually around so that he’s beside me. I put it
back immediately and choose something more delicate—
two small clips on a chain.
“Some of these are for pain, but most are for
pleasure,” he murmurs.
“What’s this?”
“Nipple clamps—that’s for both.”
“Both? Nipples?”
Christian smirks at me. “Well, there are two clamps,
baby. Yes, both nipples, but that’s not what I meant.
These are for both pleasure and pain.”
Oh. He takes it from me.
“Hold out your little finger.”
I do as he asks, and he clamps one clip to the tip of my
finger. It’s not too harsh.
“The sensation is very intense, but it’s when taking
them off that they are at their most painful
and pleasurable.” I remove the clip. Hmm, that might be
nice. I squirm at the thought.
nice. I squirm at the thought.
“I like the look of these,” I murmur and Christian
smiles.
“Do you now, Miss Steele? I think I can tell.”
I nod shyly, biting my lip. He reaches up and tugs on
my chin so I release my bottom lip.
“You know what that does to me,” he murmurs.
I put the clips back in the drawer, and Christian leans
forward and pulls out two more.
“These are adjustable.” He holds them up for me to
inspect.
“Adjustable?”
“You can wear them very tight . . . or not. Depending
on your mood.”
How does he make th
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