Page 34 of High Roller

“Shit,” I say loud enough for the crowd to hear me, sending laughter rippling through the small crowd.

Victor shows them how to use the tip of the needle for abrasion play on one thigh. It’s not a kink that is for the faint of heart, but I like the little marks it leaves. The tip of a hypodermic needle is very sharp, and barely grazing it across sensitive skin can leave a small abrasion. They heal quickly, but they sting like a bitch.

I hiss as he quickly scratches out a small design on the skin.

“If you’re into blood play, this is the fun part,” he says, his voice filled with a little too much wicked glee for me.

He smacks his hand down on one of the scratches, and the sensation changes. He holds his hand up to the audience. “As you can see, it breaks the skin enough to ooze a bit of blood but not actively bleed, and from there, you can do whatever you want to with it. Grace and I don’t have an agreement about fluid, so my hand stays gloved, and I’ll wipe it off. Or I could show it to her as part of fucking with her head. But if we did have an agreement, I could enjoy a taste, or even better, I would offer her one.”

He called me Grace. Not Gracie. Why is that making my heart hammer like I’ve got some kind of teenage crush?

“I’d like to try that sometime,” I murmur, with my face turned away from the audience.

“We’ll talk about it when you aren’t high on the pain, to make sure you mean that, butterfly.”

I smile to myself, because I figured that would be his answer. “We don’t renegotiate in the middle of a scene,” is something I’ve heard him say a dozen times to other people he’s played with.

He gives caution not to do too many types of damage to the skin at once and shows everyone how to clean the skin once the play is done.

“When the needles come out, a small amount of blood is normal, but it shouldn’t be much because you’re not piercing deep into the skin. And for all you sadists, you get one more bit of fun after they’re all out because you need to wipe the entire surface down thoroughly with something like an alcohol wipe.”

He chuckles as I tense up when he demonstrates on my ass.

The needles in my back are still in place because he wants me to stand up so everyone can see his handiwork a little more clearly, and also demonstrate how it’s possible to walk around the room with the needles in place.

“Someday, we’ll give you proper butterfly wings,” he promises as he helps me carefully sit up. I’m not quite sure what he means by that, but I like the sound of it.

Everyone applauds, and a few people approach to get a closer look at my back. I am flying high from all the sensation, and part of me wants to find a private place to get myself off, but I’m sure I’ll wait until I get home like I always do.

Victor stays close since I’m naked with sharp needles still in my back, and we make small talk with the other partygoers who aren’t playing.

After a little while, I ask if he’ll take them out, and I’m surprised when he pulls me into his office instead of doing it out in the dungeon.

He washes his hand and turns me so my back is to him.

“Do you really want a taste of your own blood, butterfly?” he asks as he pulls the needles free one at a time.

“I’ve kind of always wanted to since the first time we did needles. I was just afraid to admit it.”

Without warning, his hand lands hard on my ass. Surprised, I reach back and rub the stinging cheek. “What the heck was that for?” I whine.

“Keeping something like that from me all this time. I can’t take proper care of you as a submissive if you don’t tell me what you desire.”

You. I desire you. But I don’t say that part out loud. It’s definitely an inside thought.

One index finger slides up my back as he scoops up a drop or two of blood. Then he steps in front of me and holds it to my lips.

I dart my tongue out, nervous at first. But the nerves quickly vanish when I taste the blood. It’s slightly metallic and warm. Not quite what I was expecting, but it feels dangerous and thrilling, and I’m suddenly flooded with visions of Victor rubbing my own blood on my nipples then licking it off.

Victor lets out a dark chuckle. “Something good just happened in your head, Mariposa. And I must say I like it a lot.”

I blush and look away. “It’s just causing… inappropriate thoughts about my boss.”

He laughs. “Careful Gracie. You’ll make me rethink my policy on not mixing business and pleasure.”

If that statement was supposed to make me want to be careful, it backfired. Horribly.

But I stay quiet and let him clean my back with alcohol, my brain barely registering the sting as I think about what just transpired between us.

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