Page 37 of Body Tox

His cocky grin appeared, his eyes lazy, and his dangerous tongue sliding over his lips.

“I like exploring forbidden places.”

Why did everything he said have some sexual hidden message?

“Awe, and here I am, thinking I was the only person whose business you were snooping into.” He didn’t respond, but his smile was unmistakable.

I looked at the row of needles. This asshat was too smug. If I wanted answers, maybe he would be more talkative with a few finely placed needles in painful nerve endings.

“Who did you piss off this time? What information did you find that you shouldn’t have?”

He watched me sterilize the needle set, bringing it over to the slab of stone he was lying on. I drew invisible lines on his naked skin with my fingernail. The slight pressure made him hiss. The median nerve would get this man talking.

“Ready for your acupuncture session?” I giggled, not waiting for his answer.

His snort turned to a grunt when I stuck the long, thin needle into the nerve in his neck. A tiny bead of blood ran down his flesh. I caught it with my fingernails, bringing it to my lips and teasing him as I swiped it up with my tongue.

“Savor that taste, Little Wraith,” he said, a deep threat in his tone. “I’ll be devouringyou soon enough.”

I gritted my teeth. Clearly, this man had withstood torture before. Fine. No more teasing. I stepped onto the stone altar, dust and little plumes of stone breaking off with my weight.

Crawling up his body slowly, I watched his face as I used my finger to push the needle deeper.

“Twenty-eight, eighteen, and sixteen,” I said, reveling in his grunted confusion. “You are clearly familiar with all the nerve endings in the major parts of the body.”

His tight muscles felt delicious under me.

Clearly, he was thinking of the statistics, the intricate patterns of the body, and all the fun places mapped in his mind. I gripped his boxer band, pulling the hem down slowly.

“Are you a masochist?” I said, his massive dick popping free when the material was pulled fully away.

He looked at me like I was stupid for asking, which made me mad. I stared silently, waiting, his bobbing dick giving off a heat that felt…warm to me.

“Iama man.” It was all he said.

I realized I was still straddling him, and the cream color of my skin was visible through the slit of the robe while in this position.

“Awe, I’m flattered,” I cooed, petting his bobbing cock.

The emasculating action should have made him soft as a noodle, but my touch made him hiss. His foreskin was bunched up, having slid down his glistening head from the force of pulling off his underwear.

His tan skin rolled under my gaze, growing longer and thicker. Geez-us, when I thought this man was big, he just got bigger.

Could a man be a ‘grower and a shower?’ Apparently, this man could.

“Ten to twenty thousand,” I whispered, my body leaning down involuntarily, seeking the heat that this man gave off.

His chocolatey green eyes grew wide as saucers. Those statistics were finally clicking into place.

“I thought circumcisions were standard practice?”

His glare grew in intensity, that heat rolling off his body in waves now.

“Somehow, I never got the appeal of mutilating my fucking dick,” he spat, and I laughed, the vibration of the action making us both intake a deep breath.

I needed to get off him, god my body was betraying me. I knew he could feel how wet I was under this damn robe.

“I can fix that,” I offered.

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