Ignoring Chi’s startled gaze, he stomped past the cat into the master bedroom, shedding garments in his wake. The session had been worse than he’d imagined and he needed to scrub away the feelings threatening to swamp him. Stalking into the bathroom, he turned on the shower, tore off the last of his clothes and stepped naked under the blistering hot water. His blue curses bounced off the shower doors as hot needles of water connected with his tender flesh. Quickly turning the water to warm, Dalton rubbed the soap over his bruised chest. God, had he really just knelt there and allowed that woman to put sharp-teethed alligator clips on his nipples? He closed his eyes as the scene played out in his mind. Mistress Bella had shown him the vicious-looking things and then placed the clamps on his chest. The sharp initial pain had lessened to a dull numbness after several minutes, lulling him into a false sense of security. But when she’d removed the little bastards, he’d gasped at the burning rush as feeling had returned to his abused nerve endings.
