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she found a pair of nipple clamps, two small alligator clamps attached by a length of chain. She paused to caress her breast, her fingers grazing the nipple, and she moaned softly. Touching itagain, she twisted it between her fingers, tugging on the tender flesh, and a flash of damp heat answered from between her thighs. She teased both nipples, pinching, twisting, until they were hard and pulsing. And then she took one between her fingers, pulling it out, elongating it, and fastened a clamp there.
    A shock of pain and pleasure went through her, and her sex swelled, went soaking wet.
    Oh, yes …
    The small, metal teeth were cool against her skin but heated quickly. Taking her other nipple between her fingers, she pulled on it, pressed the other clamp closed, and hissed at the sensation rocking her body. It wasn’t the pain itself so much as the sense of restraint on her flesh, the image of subservience.
    Her gaze went once more to the mirror. She loved to see herself like this: flushed with need. Her breasts, her sex, engorged. Sliding her hand between her thighs, she found her wet, aching slit.
    What would Desmond think if he saw her like this?
    She pictured his rugged face, his large hands. They would be on her soon, but not soon enough.
    Her camera sat on the dresser next to her discarded purse, an old Nikon she’d had since she’d learned to develop her own photographs in high school. She should take a picture of herself for him, record her flushed skin, her glazed blue eyes. But no, nothing unless he asked for it, and then she would do exactly as he asked.
    Yes …
    She slipped her fingers between her swollen folds, finding the hard nub of her clitoris.
    Desmond .
    The telephone rang, and she jumped.
    Pulling her cell phone from her purse, she flipped it open.
    “Yes? Hello?”
    “Ava.”
    Desmond .
    She was shaking all over.
    “S-sir?”
    “I have some instructions for you.”
    Oh, yes . His voice in her ear, commanding her. And her body already shivering with need, the clamps tight on her aching nipples.
    “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry. Desmond.”
    “This is something very basic. But necessary.”
    “Anything.”
    Oh, yes. Anything for him .
    “Until I see you again, you are not to touch yourself. Is that understood? I don’t want you to climax, in any way.”
    God! As though he could read her mind. She could barely breathe.
    “Ava? Are you there?”
    “Yes, I’m here.”
    “Do you understand what I’m telling you?”
    “Yes, I understand.”
    And she did, all too well. She understood, and she would not disobey him. No matter how hot she was right now, no matter how her body trembled with the need to come.
    “Very good. I’ll contact you again soon. Check your e-mail for that questionnaire. Get it back to me as quickly as possible, but don’t rush your answers.”
    “Yes, of course.”
    “And, Ava?”
    “Yes?”
    His voice lowered. “I need to tell you … I can hear your panting breath. I can almost smell your desire over the phone. I know exactly what you’re feeling at this moment. But you are to hold back. For me.”
    Yes, for him!
    “Yes, Desmond. I will, I promise.”
    “Good girl. Wait to hear from me.”
    He hung up.
    She wanted to cry!
    But she would do it, do whatever he asked.
    She put her cell phone down, but not before she caught the faint ocean scent of her own juices on her hand.
    Oh, God …
    Looking at her reflection once more, she took in her eyes: glowing, luminous. And the clamps sharp on her nipples, the metal chain swinging gently between her breasts with every breath, taunting her. She shook her head at herself, pressed on one of the clamps, hissed in pain as she took it off and blood rushed back into the taut flesh. Taking a deep breath, she removed the other, tossed them back into the dresser drawer.
    She was vibrating with hunger, desperate. But she would do exactly as Desmond had told her. Even if it made her crazy. Had anyone ever lost their mind from unsated desire?