Page 55 of Nidev and Lyric

“Ouch! Fuckingwarnme!”

“You said you barely knew me earlier.”

She looked toward him, wondering over the sound of metal tinking against glass while her craving to know him and need for a distraction teamed up.

“Ask me your questions and I will answer them. The pokes will come one every five seconds.”

His tenderness reached inside and loosened her fears.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, unnerving her. “I can’t get enough of your lips. Or any other part of you. A little poke,” he warned, making her jump at the hard sting.

“You may,” she whispered, shakily. “Then I have questions.”

His breath hit her mouth, and she parted for him, getting his soft lips pressing, followed by the passage of his hot tongue moving nastily along hers and stealing her breath. “After this crest, I’m going to suck your pussy.”

Her mouth opened wider with a gasp of hunger and shock.

“I know you’ve been thinking about it.”

He pulled away, leaving her quaking and bracing for the next stick. She seized up at the biting sting, holding her breath then releasing it. “Do you… want to tell me about your sister?” she asked, not wanting him to feel obligated.

“If you want to know, I do.”

She wished her blindfold was off so she could read his face. “I only want to know if you’re comfortable with telling me. It’s… not really my business.” She drew in another sharp gasp at the stinging poke on her chest.

“Everything I am is your business.”

Another needle-bite brought her hiss. “How many is that?”

“I lost count.”

She had to snort. “Since when doyoulose track of anything?”

“Since you’ve entered my world and wrecked my focus.” A second later he murmured, “You like that.”

She smiled more. “I do. It’s only fair that I wreck your world as much as you wreck mine.”

His lips covered hers for several soft kisses then disappeared, leaving her winded. “My sister is at a sanitorium. Sisters of Mercy.”

Her breath caught. Then shot out with another needle prick. “Is that like… for nuns?” she wondered, mildly hopeful.

“For insane people. Run by nuns.”

She jumped at the next poke, her stomach a vat of acid at hearing that. “But… why?” she asked, quietly.

“Because she got pregnant while whoring. And when they took the baby, they took what was left of her soul and her mind followed.”

His words stunned and hurt her so badly she barely felt the needle’s bite. She swallowed, her words a jumble in her head as tears burned her eyes. “Do I have to be blindfolded?” she asked quietly. “It would be easier knowing when you’re going to poke me.”

He gave her another soft kiss.

“I promise not to look,” she whispered as he took her apart with his gentle mouth. “Please.”

He made a hungry sound in his throat, reminding her he liked when she begged. The why of it came, along with the why he’d just told her that about his sister with no evidence of the emotion he had the night before.

He suddenly eased the blindfold off her and she blinked at him. His gaze locked on hers and he slid his thumb under her eye. “Did I hurt you, Doo-nie?” he asked softly.

For some reason his tenderness did. “No, I…” Lord he was kissing her again.

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