I nod shyly, biting my lip. He reaches up and tugs on my chin so I release my bottom lip. "You know what that does to me," he murmurs.
I put the clips back in the drawer, and Christian leans forward and pulls out two more.
"These are adjustable." He holds them up for me to inspect.
"Adjustable?"
"You can wear them very tight... or not. Depending on your mood."
How does he make that sound so erotic? I swallow, and to divert his attention, pull out a device that looks like a spiky pastry cutter.