"Of course, we wouldn't want to ruin the dress.  I can strip it off you before putting the nipple clips on, if you would like," Nathan gave Clover a smug look, knowing full well that being stripped was not what she wanted.  But it was exactly what he was considering doing until there was a knock on the study door once again<br/><br/>"Yes!  What is it?" he barked in exasperation.<br/><br/>"It's Simon again, sir.  Your sister has just arrived for a surprise visit."<br/><br/>"FUCK!" Nathan cursed.  "Come in, Simon.  And close the door behind you."  He was no longer trying to hide the girl with the strapped elbows and handcuffs.  Simon was aware of his boss's kinks, after all.<br/><br/>"Simon, meet Clover Field, if that's her real name.  Clover, meet Simon, my head of security.  Clover here was probably responsible for the power outage as part of an attempt to steal the Queen's Necklace."<br/><br/>"An attempt that failed, I assume, sir."<br/><br/>"Of course it failed.  But I assume she had help cutting the power.  Did Marcus find anything in the mechanical room that says otherwise?"<br/><br/>"No he did not, sir. "<br/><br/>"Then I want you to put Amanda in the North Wing, where she can't get into any trouble.  Place guards at the head of the hallways of both the North and South Wings to keep her from bothering me or stealing anything of real value. Then increase the guards on the perimeter in case Ms. Field's friends have some grander scheme in mind."<br/><br/>"I'll take care of that," Simon said.  Then he noticed a purse on his boss's desk.  "That her's?" he asked, pointing to it.<br/><br/>"Damn!  I didn't even notice that.  It must be Ms. Field's."<br/><br/>Simon rummaged through the purse, finding no ID, but a flash drive.  "Smart.  She doesn't carry any identification in case she gets caught.  I'll have Marcus check out the flash drive."<br/><br/>"Tell him to handle it with care," Nathan replied.<br/><br/>As Simon left and closed the door behind him, Nathan paused for a moment, staring at Clover's dress.<br/><br/>"What the hell," he muttered, as he pulled it off her shoulders so that it fell to the floor.  Reaching for the nipple clamps, he started to tighten one onto her left nipple, while making conversation with her.<br/><br/>"Did it occur to you that your friends are using you as a sacrificial lamb?  I assume the power didn't go off when you expected it to or on when you expected it to, leaving you stranded in the wrong place when the lights came back on.  Maybe the person who cut the power intended that to happen."