Ellie moaned as he cupped the soft, heavy mounds, his fingers seeking out her nipples and rolling them between his fingers. She squirmed, rubbing her ass against his erection as he pulled and tugged on the tiny buds, teasing her with the light contact.

“Naughty, naughty,” he murmured, giving her nipples a hard enough pinch to make her gasp. “Don’t worry, I have something to help you stay still.”

Going back to his bag, he pulled out a pair of nipple clamps and several short chains, two heavy ones and one very light, thin one. Returning to Ellie, he quickly attached her cuffs to the bars, then he moved around and entered the jail so she was facing him.

Her nipples were tightly budded, her breasts thrust towards him, not quite touching the cool, metal bars of the jail. With her black hair tumbled around her shoulders, enhancing her creamy skin and the pink of her nipples, she looked utterly gorgeous and entirely too enticing.

“I think you’re on the wrong side of the bars,” she teased, looking up at him with amusement sparking in her eyes.

Chuckling, Michael pinched one of her nipples and used it to pull her forward against the bars. She let out a low moan at the tight pressure on her tender bud, and then shivered as she was pulled against the bars. Leaning down, Michael placed a very gentle kiss on her lips.

He hadn’t planned to kiss her yet, until he’d gotten in here and seen her looking up at him with those big, dark eyes, full of passionate arousal. While having bars between them wasn’t really the way he’d wanted to kiss her, there was something sexy about it in a fun way. In some ways, it was almost like the wall Ellie had around herself had been made real - and he was sneaking through it. In other ways, there was just something kind of hot about being able to caress her as he pleased, but not do any more than touch. Maybe he had a little streak of masochism in him as well.

The wide-eyed look of surprise she gave him when he pulled away from the gentle kiss without deepening it made him chuckle. He liked keeping her on her toes and doing the unexpected.

“Hold still, beautiful,” he said, placing the clamp on the nipple he’d been pinching.

Ellie sucked in a breath at the harsh bite. He’d chosen a pair with fairly tight springs, so they delivered a lot more pressure than the ones he’d used on her previously.

“Good girl,” he murmured, quickly placing the other one. He attached the light chain to the base of each clamp, keeping it nice and taut. Now, if she moved too much, the chain would press against the bars and increase the pressure on her nipples, which were already turning a nice, dark pink.