He lifted a hand to his chest and tapped his left nipple through the light, cotton shirt he wore. Opening his eyes, he turned his head and looked at Taren. “Here, sir. Please.”
Taren glanced at him for a few seconds before looking back at the road. “Granted.”
Ian fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, opening it far enough to expose his nipple. There was a simple clamp attached to a chain, so if he was careful, he could tug on the chain and his right nipple. Double the pleasure.
He ran a finger along the chain, putting pressure on the clamps fastened to his nipples. The twin sensations sent a jolt through him and he gasped. Taren chuckled and Ian felt more than saw him move his hand from the steering wheel to the vibrator remote on his keychain.