He listens better than I do.
Her yelp is fucking glorious as I push the needle forward, feeling the slight resistance as it pierces through.
It’s almost a moan.
Maybe itwasone.
The needle slides through, emerging on the other side with a tiny sliver of blood following it.
“Beautiful,” He murmurs, watching as the crimson droplet grows larger, then begins to trickle down the curve of her breast.
I can’t help myself.
I never can.
I lean in, sliding my mask up slightly to capture the blood with my tongue, tasting her essence. He joins me, his tongue lapping at the opposite side of her nipple, and we take turns sucking the wounded flesh, passing it between us like we’re sharing a delicacy.
Her sobbing only makes it better. Eachshudder of her body sends a jolt straight to my groin.
I’m turned on even more with the way the needle cuts into my face every time my heads bobs back and forth to lick at her breast.
“You taste so good,” I tell her, pulling back to admire our work. The needle sits perfectly through her nipple, a shining metal bar claiming her for both of us. “We should do the other one too.Yes. Make them match.”
He agrees, already reaching for the pliers again.
“What do you think, Garrett?” I call over my shoulder, not bothering to look at him. “You never decorated her like this, did you? Never made her beautiful the way we are.”
He just groans, but stays silent otherwise.
Victoria’s chest heaves with each panicked breath. I trace my finger around her other nipple, feeling it harden under my touch despite her fear.
Or maybebecauseof it.
“I wonder how many needles we can fit through this one,” I muse, reaching for another needle from the bag. “Let’s find out.”
“Ah… perfect,” I breathe out.
I can’t stop staring.
The way it all came together.. it’s..art.
I drag my tongue over my teeth, a shaky laugh slipping out as I glance at my partner. “You see it, right?” I murmur. “Youfeelit?”
My eyes snap back to her, locked in again.
“She’s perfect,” I whisper, almost reverent. “Absolutely perfect.”
My associate finally looks at me, his gaze locking in. “I want her.”
14
Hollow
The pliers clink to the floor as I stand up. My eyes trace the thin lines of blood trickling down from her nipples where my partner and I originally placed the needles. Four of them; two through each nipple, creating a perfect symmetrical pattern.
The metal glints under the fluorescent lights, catching my attention each time her chest rises with panicked breaths.
“I think we’ve had enough restraints for now,” I say as I move behind her chair.
