FUCKING. MOVE.’ Kitty was on the bed on all fours, hook in her ass, collar around her neck – and she had never been so turned on in all her life. ...he wasn’t sure what John was doing behind her now. She could sort of see his reflection in the window glass across the room – but didn’t know what he was up to. He walked in front of her, raised her chin and kissed her deeply. He then blindfolded her and walked away again. She heard him fumbling through his bag, but she didn’t know for what. She. . but Captain Baker had earned his reprieve, at least from me. We were never going to be friends, but he wasn't going to die from my hand, or from any indifference on my part. Sure, he'd later probably try and do something to screw us over, if he thought he could make enough of an escape to grab his ex and daughter and skedaddle off somewhere to safety, but for now he wasn't going anywhere with two holes in his pipes. A proper gun like a .45 or my old .357 SIG would have cashed his chips out. ” I knelt before the bed. “Stay.” She then danced from the room, leaving me knelt on the floor, feeling like a moron for obeying this canine orders, and even more so for ever getting myself into this mess… She returned with a bag. I looked at her warily as she produced a set of nipple clamps. “For the bad bitch who forgot where her place was,” she explained, crouching down to put them into place. I gasped a little at each pinch, feeling the cold metal bite on my hard nipples. She bent down. "Not much room to breathe here." That's because of my wife," Patrick said. "She has a talent for creating chaos. And who are you, by the way?" Cornelius Fearghal Aloysius O'Toole, at your service," the little man said, bowing. "And by the way, thank you for letting me out of that lamp." You actually came from the lamp?" Patrick said. "You're not a--" Yes," Cornelius said. "I am what is commonly known as a genie."Patrick snorted. "An Irish genie? I must be going mad. I thought you genies were.