Tennison had hardly been able to see any of Keara when he'd first bought her, she was so buried under her furs and caked on mud. He considered it a kind of personal miracle then, that she had ended up having such perfect breasts. Her skin was pale, capped off with rosy, pink nipples, that hardened at the slightest touch. Ten switched focus, toying with the opposite nub, until they were both peaked and ready for the clamps.
The ends of the clamps were coated in a thin plastic, but Ten knew that they still had a lot of bite. He used one hand to brace against Keara's shoulder, to make sure she didn't move, as he set the first clamp in place.