Clover had to shuffle along to keep up with Nathan, even though he wasn't walking that fast.  And when she would give one of her growls of anger, he would give a tug on the chain to remind her who was in charge.  Which caused those growls to turn into a much more satisfying whimper.<br/><br/>"I should tell you, my pet.  I normally keep the Queen's Necklace in a safety deposit box at my bank.  The only reason I decided to bring it here was for you.  I've heard about you and wanted very much to meet you.  The necklace is here as bait.  Your bosses think they have a buyer for my necklace.  Well, as it so happens, I'm the buyer they hired you to get the necklace for.  So far, they've kept their identities secret from me just as much as from you.  But I will eventually track them down.  In the meantime, I've got what I wanted.  You!"<br/><br/>Nathan laughed at the irony, as he stopped to caressed Clover's face.  "I do believe I like you more than I do the necklace.  It's just a pretty bauble. It can't feel pleasure or pain like you will."<br/><br/>Tugging at the chain once more, Nathan decided to alter his plans.  Instead of heading directly to the master suite, he proceeded to lead Clover through all the rooms of the south wing, pointing out various paintings and sculpture and recounting their history.  He figured who better to appreciate fine art than a thief.  Besides, he liked watching her walk with a wiggle, trying to keep up while avoiding pain as much as possible.<br/><br/>When stopping at a work of art, he would occasionally pull a handkerchief and wipe the drool off her face.  But not the liquid already trickling down her body. He found it erotic, while she certainly found it humiliating and maddening.  It probably tickled a bit as the beads of saliva worked their way between her breasts, down through her belly button, and eventually to her nether regions.  Just like beads of sweat trickling down his back during hard work tended to drive him crazy.<br/><br/>Eventually, they ran out of rooms to tour and ended up at the master suite.  Nathan introduced her to the large Monet on the wall, the Louis XIIII furniture and a<a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fupload.wikimedia.org%2Fwikipedia%2Fcommons%2Fthumb%2Fb%2Fb2%2FLit_%25C3%25A0_baldaquin_de_L%25C3%25A9onard_de_Vinci_%25C3%25A0_Clos-Luc%25C3%25A9.JPG%2F1024px-Lit_%25C3%25A0_baldaquin_de_L%25C3%25A9onard_de_Vinci_%25C3%25A0_Clos-Luc%25C3%25A9.JPG&amp;hash=dd23036f3d4787e817bc7899cb5031e4" href="https://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/b/b2/Lit_%C3%A0_baldaquin_de_L%C3%A9onard_de_Vinci_%C3%A0_Clos-Luc%C3%A9.JPG/1024px-Lit_%C3%A0_baldaquin_de_L%C3%A9onard_de_Vinci_%C3%A0_Clos-Luc%C3%A9.JPG" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">finely carved 16th Century canopy bed</a>.  By this point, Clover looked a bit tired, exhausted by being forced to take small but rapid steps, while trying to avoid the dreaded tug on the chain.<br/><br/>"Do you need to use the master suite, my pet?  I can call the maid to accompany you and help you, though she won't be releasing you from your restraints."  Nathan couldn't hide the smirk on his face, even if he had wanted to.  Inga was aware of Nathan's kinks and sometimes indulged in them herself.