At her wiggling he releases her wrist, this causes a short lived hope of freedom soon shattered by the sharp tug on her nipple as he pulls her closer and forces her to stand on her toes. His other hand grabs her other nipple and pulls it the same way.<br/><br/>He smirks and watches with lust, absorbing the pain and growing helplessness "Would you prefer to be bound to the table or would you like to play standing up" His voice is casual but there is a hard edge about it<br/><br/>