Page 112 of Vicious

Chase sets the needles down next to my shoulder, angled so I can see just how sharp they are. The light glints off the thin metal.

I’m so fixated with the sharp points that I don’t notice what Chase is doing at first, not until the mattress shifts. I pull my gaze away from the needles and back at him.

He’s holding some wipes and what I assume is some sort of disinfectant. I watch, completely tense, as he uses those to wipe down my breasts. My skin pebbles underneath his touch.

“I’m not going to pierce you,” Chase says as he wipes more of my body down. “I’m going to slide the needles under your skin and decorate you.”

“Decorate,” I repeat with a shudder. “Chase, I don’t…”

When I’d been a child, I’d taken a needle and pushed it through the skin on my finger, watching it stay there. It hadn’t hurt—or at least, I don’t remember it hurting. It had been just the outermost layer of skin. It had utterly fascinated me, but the idea of letting someone else do that makes me balk.

“You’ve never pricked yourself before?” Chase asks, wiping his own hands with the disinfectant. “You’ve never sat with your sewing needles and decided to forgo the thimble, because if you pierce yourself, well, that’s just a risk of the hobby?”

I swallow hard. “Well, yes, but it wasn’t like I intended to hurt myself with it. You’re talking about something way more intense than anything I’ve ever done.”

Chase carefully removes one of the needles from the set and lays it against my breast. I take a shuddering breath.

If I move wrong, that’s going to draw blood.

“You’ll want to hold still,” Chase says.

He slowly pushes the needle under my skin.

Pain blossoms through me, and I gasp. It’s not a terrible pain, but it is intense. I don’t know what to make of it. Before I can figure it out, he inserts the next, and I let out a low wail as I struggle to figure out just what I’m feeling. This is worse—and better—because someone else is doing it to me. It’s nothing like playing with a needle or stabbing the pointed end into my skin. It’s so intense and mesmerizing and it’s all I can do to breathe as he continues to slowly slide them into me.

I end up with three spaced out at the top of each breast. I whimper when he pulls another needle out and drags it along the underside of one of them.

“S-stop,” I say, gripping the chains binding my arms to the bed. “Please, Chase, it’s too much.”

“Too much?” Chase murmurs. He lost his smirk, and his eyes are somehow darker now, more intense. “Not enough, Ah-May.”

Then he slides the needle into the skin on the underside of my breast. I groan and arch into it. My cunt throbs, and I rub my thighs against each other, needing something more.

“Don’t move,” Chase orders, but his voice is haggard too. “I’m not done.”

I let out a low whine, my hands clenching into fists as I struggle not to writhe. But the intensity of it builds and builds with each needle he pushes under my skin. It’s… incredible. Beyond incredible.

I feel like I’m flying, and I never, ever want to come back down to earth.

Here in this moment, there’s nothing to worry about. Not my concerns about my sanity or my morality, not my grief, not how unknown the future is. Just pleasure and pain, coalescing into something so great there aren’t even words to describe it.

When he’s added two needles to the underside of each breast, Chase bends down to kiss my stomach. “Fuck, Ah-May, you’re so beautiful, so perfect.”

I groan, my stomach fluttering under his lips. “More…” I say, not really sure if I mean that, but I don’t want to stop.

Chase mouths his way down to my pussy. “Your thighs now. Three on each.”

Another of those soft, helpless noises escapes me, and I brace myself as I wait for the next needle to pierce my skin every bit as much as I’m waiting for his tongue to flick across my needy clit. He doesn’t, though. Instead, he carefully picks up another needle, and there’s a starburst of white across my vision each time he pushes another one into my skin.

One, two, three—by the time he switches to the other thigh, I’m screaming raggedly, desperate for him to stop and continue all at once. It’s strange because I can feel them going in with such intensity, but once they’re beneath the skin, it’s like there’s hardly more than an ache.

I can’t help but dread how they’re going to feel when they come out.

After all six are in, Chase stares down at me. His breathing is just as ragged as mine, and I can see how hard he is, although he’s made no effort to touch himself.

“One more,” Chase whispers. He pats my cunt lightly. “Right here. One needle, through your folds.”

I jolt in my bonds, making my skin ripple and the needles feel like they’re even deeper within my skin. I moan helplessly, giving a shake of my head. “N-no,” I say, half-panicked and half-desperate for him to try it. “Not there.”

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