[Dean propped herself up on her elbows and looked down to watch him place the last clip. She shuddered when the cold metal clamped down on that warm, sensitive flesh. She met his gaze with a heated one of her own. Everything about this felt good to her... the constant teasing of her most sensitive parts, the look of the chain against her skin, the hungry way Sam looked at her when she was wearing them.] You like seeing me clamped and chained for you, little brother?