She wondered whether the men on site would notice the change in her. They would certainly like the change if they knew about it but would they treat h...r with more respect?They hadn’t always given her the respect she knew she deserved, but why? She had sorted out her terrible dress sense and they seemed to prefer her in her smart new revealing work clothes so what else could it be?Perhaps they were intimidated. Perhaps they thought she was too aloof; too stand-offish. Perhaps she needed to show. I feel her invade my mind and speak, ‘The only word you may speak is pain, and you may only speak it in truth when the pain is beyond your threshold of tolerance.’ Then her mental touch retreats. The metal discs that pinch my nipples begin to vibrate. They do not cause me pain at all. I grit my teeth against the building desire between my legs. The vibration increases and so does the pressure of the discs. They also begin to move in a twisting motion. It’s a little uncomfortable but mostly. I was actually flirting back. And I was managing to not sound like too much of an idiot in the process. “Look at the abuse I’m willing to accept merely to be in your presence; surely that entitles me to a little favor?” “What kind of favor did you have in mind?” If only he knew, for him I’d do anything at all. Without saying anything he abruptly pulled me toward him and kissed me. My hands landed on his chest for balance and stayed for pleasure. Unlike other guys I’d kissed in my admittedly. "Oooh,damn!" he gasped when she reached over and ran a finger along it.Her hands trembled as she slid down the zipper that held her skirt tightto her waist. He realized that he couldn't tell if that trembling wassexual excitement or physical weakness. She grew paler, more drawn evenas he looked at her. Much as he hated all this, he _had_ to continue."I need some help here." Her voice was hoarse, raspy, as if she wereill.Morgan nodded. He moved up beside Elysse and carefully slipped his.