Plus, I liked how her body looked, sweating and straining to cut through that chain. The sun shone through her thin shirt, revealing the shape of her dark nipples and the silver glint of rings. That was the first filthy thought I had about her—the impulse to tie her to the bed so I could slowly tug and twist on those rings… A dozen others followed. The temptations came hard and fast, images of what I’d like to do with her hands, her mouth…
