Nipple Clamps

Saturday’s Sexy Snippet
THE WATCHMAN
Immoral Virtue, #3

 Nipple Clamps

Abigail reached for the clamps on Mercy’s nipples. Unsure if the pain of removing one then the other would be more merciful than both together. She released one, let it drop and its weight pulled the other. She waited, breath held, remembering well that instant of relief when she had believed the worst had passed, and then—nipple clamps

Mercy screamed, a thick and harsh sound, as though the scream itself caused great pain. With her arms bound above, she flailed about upon her toes, her breaths heaving, the remaining clamp still latched to her nipple, straining, tugging.

Abigail knew. Remembered the agony of blood rushing back to that part of her. She ached to comfort Mercy but could not, for Jameson’s warnings to her were clear. Mercy was too feel every moment of it with no distraction. Nothing to soothe.nipple clamps

Mercy calmed some, though her breaths remained harsh, her body all but hanging from the ropes above her.

“Does the pain linger still?” Abigail asked, surprised by Mercy’s response.

A moan. Soft and light. And then a sigh and smile. “Aye.”