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a noisy kiss right above her
    breast. “I’m sure you won’t.”
    “Ah!” she moaned as Menace traced her nipple with
    his tongue. The sensitive flesh puckered as he laved her
    dark skin. He sucked her nipple between his lips and
    licked across the tight bud. Inhaling sharply, she tried to
    press her knees together as her clit throbbed to life.
    Menace’s position between her legs made it impossible.
    “You have extremely sensitive breasts,” he remarked.
    A light graze of his teeth against her supple flesh made
    her shiver. “So beautiful,” he whispered, his voice filed
    her shiver. “So beautiful,” he whispered, his voice filed
    with awe.
    She groaned when he pinched her nipple between his
    fingertips and concentrated al his oral efforts on the other
    one. Back arching, Naya surrendered to Menace’s
    tormenting fingers and mouth. She’d never experienced
    anything like this. Every nerve ending in her body burned.
    Down below, her clit pulsed almost painfuly. She felt
    sure that if she reached down and touched the pink pearl,
    she’d come instantly.
    When Menace suddenly moved, she protested with a
    whimper. “Where are you going?”
    “Easy, sweetheart,” he murmured and rubbed her
    lower bely. “I’m just grabbing something from this
    drawer.”
    She folowed his hand to the cabinets and drawers
    lining the wal. He tugged open the second drawer from
    the top of one cabinet and retrieved something shiny and
    metal. Swalowing hard, she stared at the object he
    displayed on his flattened palm. They were two bright-
    blue, tiny clips with black, padded tips hooked together
    on a chain. She’d never seen anything like it. “What is
    that?”
    “They’re nipple clamps.”
    “They’re nipple clamps.”
    Her gaze jumped to his face. “Excuse me?”
    He laughed at her shocked expression. “They’re
    nipple clamps. They squeeze your nipples.”
    “But—why?”
    “It feels good.”
    “For whom?’
    “For you.”
    She narrowed her gaze. “Says the man who isn’t
    having his breasts tortured by them.”
    “There you go again with the torture claims.” Menace
    shook his head. “If I was torturing you, would I ask your
    permission?”
    “Wel…no.”
    “Would you like to try them?”
    “No.” The answer jumped from her lips. “Absolutely
    not.”
    “Are you sure?” He didn’t seem the least bit daunted
    by her refusal. “You might realy enjoy them.” He
    shrugged. “You might hate them. You won’t know until
    you try.”
    She pursed her lips. “You’re not going to let this go,
    are you?”
    are you?”
    He grinned mischievously. “No.”
    Roling her eyes, she sighed dramaticaly. “Fine. I’l try
    them—but if they hurt, I’m taking them off immediately.”
    “Fair enough.” Clamps in hand, Menace crawled over
    her on the couch and skimmed her neck with his lips. He
    didn’t go straight for her breasts but took his time licking
    and kissing and nibbling until she was burning hot again.
    As he played with her left nipple, he asked, “What’s your
    favorite color?’
    The odd question threw her for a loop. “What?”
    “Your favorite color,” he repeated. “What is it?”
    “Blue. Why?”
    “I’m going to give you a safeword. It’s the word you’l
    say when you’re feeling overwhelmed or frightened or
    uncomfortable when we’re together. We can safely
    explore your boundaries that way.”
    “Blue,” she repeated skepticaly. “Why can’t I just say
    stop?”
    “Because sometimes we say stop when we realy
    mean go .”
    “That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever— oh !” She
    gasped when Menace applied the first clamp to her
    gasped when Menace applied the first clamp to her
    nipple. The sharp pinch of pain took her breath away.
    “Ow!”
    He adjusted the pinching power of the clamp to a
    more tolerable level. “How’s that? Are we blue?”
    Were they? She didn’t know. She just knew that the
    clamp squeezing her nipple felt so strange. Not