I’m trying not to feel it.
God, I’m trying so hard not to feel anything but disgust and hatred and pain. But each time his fingers wrap around a needle, each time he pulls it slowly, so fucking slowly.. something electric shoots through me.
“No,” I whisper, but it turns into a strangled sound as the first needle slides free. Blood trickles down again at the tiny puncture, and his eyes watch it with fascination.
My body clenches around him involuntarily.
I hate myself for it.
I hate that my nerves are firing signals of pleasure alongside the pain.
“There it is,” he murmurs, his voice soft beneath the clay mask. “Don’t fight it.”
His hips rock upward as he grips the secondneedle, timing his thrust with the slow extraction. The metal slides through my flesh, the sting making my back arch.
A sound escapes me; not quite a scream, not quite a moan.
Behind me, Dollface presses in closer, his breath hot against my neck. “Listen to her,” he says. “Shelovesit.”
“I don’t,” I choke out, but my body betrays me again. My walls tighten around Hollow’s cock as the needle comes free completely. “I don’t want this.”
“Your mouth says one thing,” Hollow says, reaching for the third needle in my left nipple. “Your body says another.”
His thumb circles the base of the needle, toying with it, making me wait. I try to focus on the knife at my throat, on Garrett’s broken body across the room, on anything but the building pressure between my legs.
When he pulls this one, he does it faster, a sharp tug that makes me cry out. My hips jerk downward, taking him deeper.
“Fuck,” I gasp, tears streaming down my face. “Please stop.”
But he doesn’t stop. His cock pulses insideme as he reaches for the final needle. I’m shaking now, my thighs trembling against his.
I can’t control it anymore; the way my body responds to each burst of pain.
The last needle slides out, timing just right with another deep thrust. My head falls back against Dollface’s shoulder as a moan tears from my throat.
It’s a sound I don’t recognize.
One I know I’ve never experienced before.
“Perfect,” Hollow whispers, and I feel him twitch inside me. “Now you understand.”
I don’t understand anything.
I don’t know why my body is responding this way, why each surge of pain is followed by a feeling of something else.
“Please,” I beg, not even sure what I’m asking for anymore.
His pace increases, each thrust harder than the last. The chair creaks beneath us, metal legs scraping against the floor. I can’t stop the sounds coming from me now; the little gasps and whimpers that match his rhythm perfectly.
“I want to feel you cum again,” he says, voice strained. “This time while I fill you up.”
“No,” Isob, even as my body clenches around him. “I can’t.”
I’m teetering on the edge again, my body climbing toward something I don’t want to reach.
I shouldn’t be feeling this way.
His fingers find my clit, pressing and circling once again.
