Tied Down: A Sensual BDSM Short

She is a quiet college girl. He is a high-profile corporate officer. Both share a secret that could ruin them if it was discovered. Every few months they meet in a lush hotel room and act out their twisted fantasies. He brings a duffel bag full of toys to bind, gag, and tease her with. They share their nights of intense lust and passion before returning to the normal world, never to see each other again…until their next session.

Explicit content for adults only! Word Count: 5,943

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He didn't smile very often, but he had a mischievous look in his eye as he leaned in toward me. He pinched and tugged at my right nipple, getting it as hard as it could be and ready for the jaws of the clamp. My heart rate noticeably increased as he opened the jaws and leaned toward me, trapping my nipple in its steely grip. As always, I whimpered a little at the initial sting.

He repeated the process on my left nipple, pinching the second clamp around it. I was breathing heavily, adjusting to the feel of my nipples being trapped. There was a definite sting, but the pressure felt good, too, sending heat straight down my core. He knew this. It was why he always used them. That, and they kept my nipples erect and my breasts in a permanently perky state.

He leaned down and I braced myself as he adjusted the tightness on the clamps. He was looking at me almost clinically, carefully moving the little ring that made the tweezers grip me tighter. He stopped when I let out a small whimper, easing it slightly before moving on to the left clamp and making them even. Once he seemed satisfied, my nipples red and tightly squeezed, he smiled down at me.

His smile always made my stomach drop. Not in a sick-to-your-stomach way. More like the delightful feeling you get on a roller coaster. No man's smile had ever made me feel quite the same. Maybe it was because he rarely smiled. Whatever the reason, he smiled down at me, and reached forward to flick the beads dangling from the clamps.