Page 103 of Tyrant

It still surprises me and shocks me when he returns to the bed with a black bag. He climbs onto the bed, unzips the bag, and begins to take items out. There’s metal that looks like scissors but there are no blades.

“Ty…”

“Clamp,” he says in a deep voice. “Have to hold everything nice and steady.”

Next there’s a bag of black latex gloves. Then there’s liquid which I assume is to ensure sterilization of everything. Then some medical wipes. And finally there’s the piercing needles and the bars.

I swallow hard.

“Ty…”

“You’re going to practice on me first,” he says. “Then I’ll take good care of you,claimed one. You’re not going to start talking back to me now, are you?”

Fuck.

“No,” I say.

“Good. Now follow my lead.”

Tyrant moves up the bed and sits straight up. He tells me to put on a pair of latex gloves. My hands shake as I wrestle the gloves on as he sets everything else up for me.

“I’ll set up the clamp,” he says. “You’re going to take the piercing needle and push it right through. Do not fucking hesitate. Pain doesn’t matter to me. Once you’re done, you leave the needle in and take a deep breath. You’ll need it. Then we’ll set up the bar so when you take the needle out, the bar will go through my nipple. Then you take the balls and twist them on, one at a time. And that’s it.”

“Yeah, that’s it,” I whisper.

My hands are shaking. I’m still naked too, by the way. This is fucking crazy. And it’s really fucking sexy too.

I watch as Tyrant takes a wipe and cleans his nipple and the area around it. He then takes the metal clamp and positions it against his nipple, making it really tight. At the end of the clamp there are twoO’s. In between is where his nipple it being held and that’s my target.

He looks at me and nods.

“Just so you know,claimed one, I’ve never been pierced by a naked woman before. Your body is fucking amazing. You’re all the distraction from any pain in the world I could ever ask for.”

My heart leaps up, bouncing off my brain, and then sinks down into my stomach. Did Tyrant just legit flirt with me? Did Tyrant just say something romantic to me?

“Now take the needle, Serafina,” he says. “I’ll hold the clamp and you’re going to line up where you want the needle to go through.”

I reach down for the piercing needle. My stomach twists and turns a little. I really don’t like needles at all. They scare the hell out of me. I blink fast, remain calm, and do exactly what Tyrant just said to do.

I’m on my knees, completely naked, focused on his clamped nipple. Meanwhile my nipples are tight, hard, pebbled with a slight ache.

“I’m going to take a deep breath,” he says. “When I exhale, you push that needle through my nipple. Do. Not. Fucking. Hesitate.”

I nod. I feel like I’m going to be sick. Yet at the same time, I am so turned on right now. My inner thighs are shaking, trembling with desire, my deepest desire engaged. New wetness collecting between my legs.

Tyrant inhales deep.

Oh fuck… here we go…

As soon as he starts to exhale, I groan in the back of my throat and apply pressure from the needle to his nipple. At first, nothing really happens. I know I have to be harder. I have to force this needle… I grit my teeth and push.Hard.

The needle enters one side of Tyrant’s nipple and exits the other almost right away. I take my hands away and inch back, amazed that I just did that to him.

He growls and looks at me. His right hand shoots up and he grabs me by my throat. Only for a second because then his hand slides to the back of my neck and he pulls me toward him.

For a kiss.

His tongue flicks against my lips a split second before our lips actually meet. The kiss is deep and aggressive. Tyrant feels pain but he won’t admit it. He’s taking it out on me in the form of akiss. Something he’s never done before. He pulls me away from his mouth by the back of my neck. His tongue flickers against my lips.

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