He gave them an abrupt jerk and yanked me to the edge of the bed.
He gave a pleased smile. A slow smirk. And I realized that the noise had pleased him.
I clamped my mouth shut. Trying to adapt to this situation. I pulled at one chain, then the other. Trying to make my movements subtle enough he wouldn’t be able to tell. I was holding my breath.
His hands were sliding under the thin film of my nylon dress until reaching the curve beneath my breasts. He ducked low to reach high up my dress and just frame them. Pressing upward enough to test their weight before dragging those palms back down my skin. Rough calluses making pinpricks of tingling on my sensitized skin.