Irresistible Fantasies (A Steamy Collection)
“Do it.”
His smirk is all teeth. “Good girl.”
The first press of the needle is cold. A sharp, precise sting, like an ice pick kissing my skin. I gasp, my fingers clawing at the paper beneath me, but I don’t pull away. I can’t. Tyrone’s grip is iron, his thumb still pressing below my clit, holding me open, offering me up.
“Fuck,” I hiss as the needle sinks deeper, the pain bright and clean, like a spark along my nerves. It’s not unbearable, it’s more. It’s a burn, a stretch, a claiming. My vision whites out for a second, my body tensing.