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still damp from retrieving the toy, I stretched the nipple clamps between my hands before standing and walking around her to kneel in front of her.It would’ve been simple enough to make her stand while I attached the clamps, but I wanted her to know this was more than a power play. Plus, since I hadn’t used the clamps on her before, I wanted her lower to the ground in case she passed out. Getting on the bed was out of the question because once we got in it, I’d be in her without a doubt. So I was improvising.
    Lowering my head closer to her, I thought about pressing my lips to hers just as she dragged her tongue over the bottom one. Instead, I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth to prepare it for the clamp. Quickly, I slipped the clamp on; she barely responded, so I wasted no time in getting the other one on. The silver chain dangled between her breasts.
    I stood and held a hand down to help her to her feet as well. A glance to the clamped flesh, I licked my lips in delight. Her nipples had turned dark red from the pressure they were exerting on the delicate flesh and it reminded me of how her skin looked after a good spanking.
    “Now, we will go back out to the main room.” I smiled when she lifted her head in question. “Or we could stay here. Although, if we stay in here, you will still be held to no orgasms without punishment.”
    “Very well, sir.”
    “Well, which would you prefer?” I asked, wanting her to make the choice.
    “I want to do whichever would make Master happiest,” she whispered, looking into my eyes. I nodded. I knew she’d prefer staying in the room, just the two of us, but I also wanted her to learn not to be so afraid of being around others, of being judged or looked upon.
    “We will return to the main room for a bit before I take you home,” I said before looping a finger through the chain that linked the clamps and pulling lightly on it. She was quick to follow behind me before it tugged too hard on her nipples. When we returned to the room, it was busier and I was nude with her, which I hoped help bring her some comfort even with the increased activity.
    I could tell she was still uneasy about the whole night. She was having a hard time with everything now that she could see, but I would do my best to help her realize that seeing only made things so much more pleasurable. It only added one more sense to the scene. She was beautiful and it was time she realized people wouldn’t watch in disgust, but admiration and quite possibly jealousy that I had managed to make her mine.
    When I’d first asked her on the date, I hadn’t planned on bringing her to the club, but I wanted her to see we could work both in and out of the club at the same time, from one to the other and back again without any awkward or unpleasant moments. I needed her to see what we had was so much more than a dominant and submissive relationship. I wanted her with me all the time, not only for sex. So far, my plan seemed to be working. I was determined to get back the woman she had been when she’d been forced to wear a blindfold at all times while around me. The woman who had few limitations in how far she was willing to go for the sake of pleasure and fulfillment she couldn’t find anywhere else.
    Locating an empty seat, I pulled her into my lap, her back to my chest so we could both watch the couple using the St. Andrew’s Cross. I wasn’t interested in what they were doing, but instead in the sounds they were producing, since Precious seemed to be easily stimulated by sounds more than sight. I wanted her to link the two together.
    “What scares you most about people watching you, Alix?” I asked as I dragged my tongue up the side of her neck, breathing in her scent, savoring her taste.
    “That they can see through all the barriers I’ve built,” she whispered and pressed back against me. My cock was pushed between her tight cheeks and although she sounded scared, I could also feel the moisture from