Page 87 of Tourist Season
“Hmm,” I say. She shudders as I swipe a cold towelette over her nipple until I’m satisfied her skin is clean. “Maybe I’ll let it slide this time since I’m about to cause you pain.”
I toss the pad aside, then pick up the forceps, clamping them around her left nipple to the sound of her sharp inhale. Then I grab the hollow needle.
“You ready?” I ask, keeping the sharpened surgical steel held between us like a warning.
“Yes.”
“Then stay still.”
She rests on my length, her skin flushed pink with arousal andthe anticipation of pain. God, she looks fucking perfect. Those cords around her skin. Her plump lip clutched between her teeth. Her nipple in my grasp and her pussy wrapped around my cock. I want to keep this image in my memory forever.
I rest the point of the needle against her flesh.
“Take a deep breath.”
She does as I ask. And then I push it in.
A delicious whimper. A sharp inhale. Her pussy tightens around my rock-hard erection. I slide the needle horizontally through her nipple until it pokes out the other side, and then I slowly pull it out, letting her embrace the pain she craves. When it’s free, I replace it with a threadless bar, pushing the beveled opal ends into each side.
“How did that feel?” I ask. But I already know. I can tell by the way she shudders. By the arousal that floods from her pussy.
“Good,” she whispers, breathless. “So fucking good.”
“Show me.”
She rides my cock, and I watch for a long moment, my eyes riveted to that metal bar through her nipple, her skin flushed. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything hotter. When I manage to tear my focus away, I reach for a fresh alcohol pad and wipe down her other breast before opening a fresh needle.
“Stay still,” I command. Harper halts her motion, and I clamp the forceps over the nipple. “You liked that pain, didn’t you?”
She nods. “Yes.”
“Good.” I let the tip of the needle rest against her skin and she takes a shuddering breath. “Because I’m going to take my time.”
I keep the needle right where it is, the cold metal pressed against her, the clamp tight around her flesh. It’s only when a shiver of anticipation finally racks her body that I start to push it in. And Istay true to my word. I go slower than I need to, pushing it through her sensitive flesh as she whimpers. When I survey the subtle details of her face, it’s ecstasy I see in her darkened eyes and parted lips. It’s want, and need.
As soon as the needle is through the other side, I draw it back out just as slowly, and then replace it with a matching bar and opal balls. When it’s finished, I wipe away the droplets of blood and we stare at the beautiful result.
“That’s really fucking hot,” she says, her voice unsteady.
“You like it?”
“I fucking love it.”
“Then show me how grateful you are and ride my cock like you mean it.”
Hunger ignites in her eyes. I grip the knots at the center of her chest to steady her, and she fucking spears herself on my erection. I can’t take my eyes off her. Whether it’s the glistening arousal on my cock when she rises enough to slam down again or the shining gems that bracket her nipples, I feast on every inch of her that I see. I endlessly crave her, wanting more and more and more of her and never having enough.
“For a demon who murders innocent men and then acts like a brat, you fuck like a goddess. Maybe you deserve a little reward,” I say, reaching over for one last thing from the nightstand. Harper tracks the motion of my hand, never breaking her cadence as she rides my length. I grab the vibrator wand and turn it on, holding it up between us. “What do you think?”
“Yes,” she says on the heels of a moan.
“Yes what?”
She struggles to subdue a smile. “Yes, pretty please.”
“You’re being such a good girl. I like it, but I have a feeling Ishouldn’t get used to it. Am I right?” My question earns me a coy little shrug, but her eyes don’t leave the buzzing toy.
“Didn’t think so. But I’m glad. I like taming you.” I lay the head of the toy just beneath the hollow between her collarbones, then drag it down, letting it pass over the cords as I make my way to her right breast. “I like punishing you as much as you like receiving it.”
