Page 113 of Vicious

Chase takes the needle anyway.

This would be the time to try out my safe word. I could get him to stop all this, to pull the needles out, to not pierce my most sensitive skin.

But I say nothing. I spread my legs, even, and make it easier for him to grip my folds. He lays the sharp end of the needle against one of them.

After one glance at me, he slides it in.

I scream.

At first, I think it’s from sheer agony, but a split second is all my body needs to react in a completely unexpected way. I nearly choke on my whimpers as my body twists and contorts with the force of my climax.

It’s the best orgasm of my life.

“Ah-May… You’re so perfect,” Chase murmurs in Chinese. “You came from that?” He pushes a finger into my hole roughly, then draws it out. It’s sticky with my fluids.

He fumbles to unbuckle his belt and get his cock out, then he strokes himself with the sticky fingers.

I watch him in a daze, unsure of what he’s going to do. Will he fuck me with the needles still underneath my skin? I don’t know if I could handle that, but then, I’m not sure how I’m going to handle him pulling them out to begin with. “I’m… I’m gonna shove a needle through… through the head of your cock one day,” I pant out.

Chase laughs. “I’m sure you will.” He gives himself another few strokes before letting go. He’s so hard now, and all I can think is that I want him inside me.

He shifts so he can kiss me again, and I strain up into it.

“I’m going to pull them out now,” Chase says. “And then I’m going to fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk for a week.”

It sounds impossibly good—the fucking part, at least; not so much the needle-removal part. That seems like it’s going to be painful all over again, and I’m right. When he pulls the first needle out of my breast, I scream again.

I’m on fire, the sensations racing through me more than I can stand. Every time he pulls a needle out, I arch and cry out, tempted to beg him not to keep going. But I know he can’t just leave them in.

By the time he pulls out the last one by my pussy, I’m sobbing and arching, trying to get friction between my legs. “Fuck me,” I beg him raggedly as soon as it’s out. I don’t care about safety or even sanity. I just want him to take me as hard as he can and add to all of these sensations so I can come all over again.

Chase nods, pushing my thigh up—and stopping short when the chains get in the way. “Fuck,” he grows, scrambling to free my legs. “Might need to rethink the chains next time.”

Next time.

Once I’m free, he grabs my legs and forces them up. The movement makes the pinpricks on my thighs flare up again, making me writhe and moan all over again.

Chase doesn’t tease me; he doesn’t wait or go slow or give me time to adjust. He just drives into me, and he pounds me harder and faster than he ever has before. My body slides along the bed. His pelvis slams against me, reminding me of the needle that had just been in the skin of my pussy.

I can’t even meet his thrusts. It’s all I can do to hang on for dear life while he fucks me, as pleasure wells up inside of me and continues to build and build. I’m in as much agony as I am pleasure, and I don’t know which sensation to focus on. I finally close my eyes, letting it all come to a head.

The second orgasm is even more intense, and I cry out harshly as my walls clamp down tight around his thrusting cock.

Chase keeps going through it all, until he finally releases into me, his face twisting into pleasure. I can feel his heat flood me, and I clench harder so I can draw it all out of him.

When it’s over, and we’re both still and breathing raggedly, our eyes meet.

Chase is completely disheveled, his face is red, and a bead of sweat trickles down the side of his temple.

I can’t believe how hot he is right now.

“Fuck, Ah-May,” Chase whispers. He starts to pull out, and I whimper at the loss. “Yeah. Fuck, I know.”

He collapses next to me and kisses my shoulder. His hand winds down to my breast, where he starts tracing gentle circles around my nipple.

I shudder, remembering the feeling of the needle piercing my flesh, and I close my eyes as he touches me. That was perfection in a way I’d never expected, least of all from Chase. And to think, I might’ve gone the rest of my life without feeling this way, without experiencing any of this. “Mm,” I agree, unable to form actual words.

I close my eyes, content to simply lie with him. I grumble when Chase sits up to undo my manacles. Once my hands are free, I look at my wrists and grimace at how red they are. I was really straining against the manacles.

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