He stood there, staring down at me. “Gabrielle—“
“I’m not running away,” I cut him off even though I was a wreck of nerves inside.
He exhaled. “Your safe word is RED.”
I frowned. “What’s that for?”
“You’ll find out.”
He placed the clamps on my n*****s and I felt a soft pinch. He clipped them into place, checking my reaction, then adjusted a dial on the side. A low hum ran through the metal, and I stiffened, anticipation prickling through me.
“Too tight?”
I shook my head, too stunned to speak.
He moved back and pressed a button on the remote. A faint vibration ran through the clamps, sharp enough to make me inhale harshly but not painful.
My chest tightened and I felt my pulse spike.
“You feel that?” he asked softly, his eyes scanning every twitch of my body.
I nodded, my li
