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see my sub in jewelry, and you don't wear any. So let's try these on for size. Unbutton your shirt."
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    Nick's fingers flew to undo his buttons, pulling the turquoise striped shirt open. Damian walked over to him and pointed to the floor. Nick dropped to his knees uneasily, aware that although the office door was closed it was unlocked.
    "Close your eyes, pet."
    Nick did so and gasped as warm fingertips circled his nipples. He trembled as he felt the delicate caress make his nipples harden.
    "Very responsive, my pet," Damian crooned softly. He pulled gently at the dark nubs held between thumb and forefinger, watching Nick's head fall back and his mouth open.
    Nick suppressed a squeak as Damian began to pinch and twist his nipples, the little frisson of pain skittering along on the edge of his nerves, making his cock stand up and take notice. Blood rushed to his nipples and his groin, setting him awash in a sea of pleasure.
    Damian tugged firmly on the dark peaks, deciding that they were as hard as they were going to get. He was extremely tempted to kneel in front of Nick and take them in his mouth, to see if they tasted as sweet as they looked, but he had a different plan.
    Nick shook as Damian's hands left him and he swayed forward, as if searching for the sensuous touch that kept him so on edge. Then he yelped quietly when he felt one nipple pulled and captured in something cold that pinched. He almost opened his eyes, but remembered in time that he was to obey Damian. The older man hadn't said that he might 94

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    open his eyes, and he didn't want to get a spanking with everyone just outside the door where they could hear.
    A pinch at his other nipple, and Nick felt something cool brush his ribs.
    "Open your eyes, pet," Damian said, sounding extremely pleased with himself.
    Nick did so and looked down to see two small silver clamps glittering on his chest, with the chain that linked them swinging slightly between his nipples, brushing against his torso. "What is it, sir?"
    "Nipple clamps," Damian said with a wicked grin. "We're shooting them today. I didn't think you'd want Ashley or Gabe to put them on you."
    Nick shuddered in horror. "No, I wouldn't. Thank you, sir."
    "That's a good pet. You must remember to thank me for whatever I give you: pain, pleasure, or both," Damian said, holding Nick's chin, caressing his jaw with his long, slender fingers. "How does it feel?"
    "Pinched just at first. Now it's kind of numb," Nick answered after a moment.
    "It will hurt a great deal more when they come off, understand?" Damian said. He was pleased with the look of apprehension that sprang into Nick's eyes. "But you will be able to bear it. In fact, I'm sure you'll enjoy what I have planned for you. Now put your shirt back on. It'll be a while before we get to this shot."
    Nick buttoned his shirt and remained on his knees, waiting for Damian to release him.
    "You may go, pet. Scene over."
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    "Thank you, sir," Nick said, and got to his feet.
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Chapter Six
    Nick went to the makeup chair, refusing to take his shirt off. "Damian's orders," he explained to Gabe, who smiled knowingly and proceeded to powder the shine off the young man's face.
    "Well, we mustn't disobey him, must we?" Gabe teased.
    "He's the photographer," Nick said, hoping not to betray his uneasiness.
    By the time Damian was ready for him, only he and two blond males were still in the studio, with Nick to be sandwiched between them. The other two men wore only leather pants, and Nick couldn't drag his fascinated gaze from their nipples. They wore clamps like his, and he wondered if their nipples were throbbing like his, keeping time to his pulse.
    He was given black leather pants to wear and came out to the set barefoot with his shirt hanging over them, thankful that Ashley had ordered the female models to bugger off.
    They'd wanted to stay and watch, but Ashley had teasingly claimed that they were trying to hold him up for a higher fee.
    Damian positioned the three men in the set, with a blond model standing to either side of Nick. He adjusted the lighting, so that the lower half of their bodies fell into shadow, with just a tantalizing hint of shine reflecting off the leather.
    He caught Nick's gaze, and in a measured tone commanded, "Take off your shirt, Nicholas."
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