The command lands low in my spine. My fingers curl into the sheets so violently you’d think I’m bracing for impact. Maybe I am.
He drags the metal back down, pressing it flat against my labia.
“Can you feel that in your clit?” he asks.
“Yes—fuck—yes—“
“I can feel your pulse,” he murmurs, almost fascinated. “It’s jumping.”
“Nathaniel—“
“Hm?”
Soft, patient, coaxing.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
He shifts the needle—
Lifts it—
rests the blunt end directly against my clitoral hood—
A shock goes off inside me.
I gasp.
Every muscle in my abdomen seizes.
My pussy clenches around nothing, desperate, pleading.
I’m on the verge.
I swear I’m right there.
Teetering.
I need so little.
Just one movement.
Just a tremble of his fingers.
Justanything.
I—
He taps me once.
Just once.
And it detonates me.
The orgasm rips through me like a fucking wave. My hips jerk helplessly, my thighs quiver, my breath shatters into a scream I can’t swallow back.
But he doesn’t stop.
He lowers his mouth and devours me, tongue licking up everything I spill, sucking hard, moaning into me like he’s starving, like he’s waited his whole life for this exact moment.
