Page 98 of Passionate Defense

“Beautiful. Stand up, raise your skirt to your waist, and pull down your panties.”

Following his instructions without question, she felt the cool air hit moist skin as she hiked up her tight pencil skirt and eased down the lace boy shorts.

“Very nice. You can open the pouch now.”

Lanie loosened the drawstring and dumped the contents onto the desk in full view of the webcam. Three clamps, a narrow chain, and a vibrator came spilling out.

“Even hundreds of miles away, you’re incorrigible,” she whispered.

“No. I know my girl and was prepared if you needed my intervention tonight. You do, don’t you, baby?”

“Yes,” she breathed. “But why three clamps when I only have two nipples?”

“The third is for your clit.”

Her eyes collided with his on the screen.

“Put them on, Lanie.”

He was turned on, just like she was. It was clear in the husky rasp of his voice. Wishing he was there to do it himself, she pinched and rolled her nipple until it stood up enough to apply the rubber-tipped spring clamp. It had dangly, jeweled weights attached—in pink, Ethan’s favorite color on her. As she released the clamp, she was pleasantly surprised they only lightly pinched.

“Give the screw another half-turn. I don’t want them falling off.”

Her reprieve hadn’t lasted long, but a half-turn was still okay.

“Another, Lanie.”

This time, the rubber-tipped ends bit sharply, and she hissed as she willed her body to adjust.

“That’s it. Clamp the other and tighten it the same amount.”

Once she had both applied, biting equally—not unpleasantly so, being honest—she considered the third. They’d never played with a clit clamp before. A little tweaked, she waited for him to direct her.

“It goes on your clit the same way as your nipples, except the tips should face downward. Open it wide enough to clamp around the hood and the little pearl inside.”

He stopped her as soon as she started because he couldn’t see below the edge of the desk. Sliding the chair back didn’t satisfy him. Instead, he had her scoot her hips forward while draping her legs over the arms of her chair.

“Perfect,” he announced. “Carry on.”

Spread wide for the webcam, she tried to control the flames racing up her neck and into her already flushed cheeks as she clamped her own clit. It pinched uncomfortably at first and she had to release the tension some.

“They look very pretty. How do they feel?”

“Tight, but not painfully so.”

“Excellent, now for the surprise.”

“You mean the clit clamp wasn’t it?”

“Not quite. These are special clamps. At the end of each one, you’ll find a button. Push it.”

When she did, her right breast came to life with vibrations.

“What do you think? Too much? Talk to me.”

“No,” she choked out. “Not too much. It feels...nice.”

“Hmm, nice isn’t what I was going for. Push the button twice more—that should be maximum.”

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