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unsure what to
expect.
    “When we experience pain, endorphins rush through our
system,” he said, his voice very low.
    Pain?
    My hands clenched into fists as he secured the second cuff.
He was talking about pain. I didn’t like pain. Pain was something I avoided.
    My breathing quickened. My heart rate too. He knelt at my
feet, moved one closer to the post so he could secure my ankle. “Remember Bristol, say red if you need me to stop.”
    “O-okay.”
    Once he had the first ankle buckled in, he fastened the
other one.
    Now I was powerless to move.
    “Comfortable?” he asked. “Does anything hurt?”
    “No, nothing hurts.”
    “Good.” He gave me an up and down perusal before stepping up
to me. “You look so sweet, Bristol.” His voice was husky, and dark carnal
hunger shone in his eyes. That alone, coupled with the nervous energy charging
through my system was making me clench, making my burning tissues throb.
    “Thank you.”
    “You’re welcome.” His fingertip traced a line down the
center of my chest, between my breasts, down to my belly button. “Mmmm.”
    Mmmm indeed.
    My stomach tightened as little jolts of heat sizzled under
his fingertip. I’d never felt this way with a man before, as if any touch, even
the smallest, sent a current of electricity charging through me.
    The second he pulled his hand away, I was whimpering, my
body craving his next touch. When would it come? How long would I have to wait?
    “Impatient?” he asked.
    I nodded.
    “I need to go gather a few things. In the meantime, you’ll
just have to wait.” He licked his lips and another rush of anticipation pulsed
to my center.
    God, did he know how to play me. His every look, every
gesture, every touch made me hotter, tighter, more desperate.
    As I waited, I let my arms relax, the cuffs holding their
weight. I wondered how long it would take for them to get prickly and lose
their sensation. Thankfully, I didn’t have to find out. Shane was back within
moments, his hands full of all kinds of packages. He set everything but one
item down then stepped up to me and dangled that something in front of me.
    A black blindfold.
    “You think too much. I want you to feel.” His breath warmed
my lips as he tied the blindfold in place. “There. Better.”
    Better, no. Now I couldn’t see what he was going to do. That
made me feel even more vulnerable and jumpy.
    What would he do next?
    Where would he touch me?
    I waited, practically panting, for an eternity. I heard the
crinkle of plastic and cardboard. He was unwrapping something.
    I sensed he was coming closer. An almost imperceptible heat
radiated over my chest. Then, a touch. My nipple. I jumped. A finger flicked
over the sensitive peak, making it tingle and harden, making me breathe faster
and faster.
    “Your nipples are so sweet, Bristol.”
    Sweet. I’d never thought of them as that before.
    Suddenly there was a sharp pain. My right nipple. A pinching
that brought tears to my eyes. I wriggled, fighting against the cuffs holding
my arms.
    “Shhh,” Shane soothed.
    The pinching stopped and glorious pleasure followed as he
laved my nipple with his wet, soft tongue.
    “Ahhh…” I said as I arched my back, pushing my breasts out.
    I felt like I was sinking into a cloud of bliss. Warmth
surrounded me, cushioning my body as waves of pleasure washed over me in
ripples. It was as if I were lying on a beach, the warm waves surging and
receding, again and again. But just as I was about to sink into oblivion,
another sharp pain yanked me out of it. This time it was my other nipple. I
screeched, jerking away from the source. I couldn’t escape. The pinching didn’t
end.
    “Oh God,” I said as I struggled to catch my breath. The pain
was cutting through my chest, like little prickling barbs. It wasn’t unbearable
but it was enough to make me whimper, my eyes and nose burn.
    “Hold on, baby,” Shane said. The pinching continued.
“Breathe through it. Breathe.” I heard him