Chapter 13
Dollface
I watch Victoria’s face twist in fear as my partner approaches her. My cock already stiffens again at the thought of what we’re about to do.
He reaches out, flicking her nipple with his finger, watching it harden instantly from the contact.
“I knew it,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper. “She is turned on by all of this.”
He ignores me and turns the pliers sideways, positioning them carefully before clamping them around her nipple.
“Not too hard.. not yet.” I murmur.
This time, it’s just enough to make her gasp, to make her feel the metal biting into her sensitive flesh.
“Fuck, fuck, fuckity-fuck-fuck,” I take a slow breath through my nose, eyes closing, trying to steady the rush crawling under my skin.
Then I lean in closer.
I need to see it.
Her eyes squeeze shut as she whimpers, trying to pull away from the pressure. But there’s nowhere for her to go. Nowhere to hide from what’s happening to her body.
My associate leans in, his mask lifting just enough for his tongue to slip out. He drags it slowly over her captured nipple, up and down in long, deliberate strokes. The wet sound of his tongue against her skin makes my pulse quicken.
“Come here,” he says finally, not looking away from her breast. “I need your help.”
I move quickly to the bag, knowing exactly what he wants. My fingers close around one of the long, thin needles we brought. I hold it up, letting the light catch it as Sweet Victoria’s eyes widen in recognition.
“No, please,” she begs, voice cracking. “Please don’t. Don’t-“
I cut her off with a laugh. “Shhh, you’ll like this part. You’ve loved everything so far.”
He then pulls her nipple outward with the pliers, stretching the flesh until she cries out. I position myself beside him, bringing the needle to the side of her nipple. The metal gleams as I press the sharp tip against her skin.
“Keep that titty of hers still.” I tell him, though he doesn’t need the instruction.
He listens better than I do.
Her yelp is fucking glorious as I push the needle forward, feeling the slight resistance as it pierces through.
It’s almost a moan.
Maybe it was one.
The needle slides through, emerging on the other side with a tiny sliver of blood following it.
“Beautiful,” He murmurs, watching as the crimson droplet grows larger, then begins to trickle down the curve of her breast.
I can’t help myself.
I never can.
I lean in, sliding my mask up slightly to capture the blood with my tongue, tasting her essence. He joins me, his tongue lapping at the opposite side of her nipple, and we take turns sucking the wounded flesh, passing it between us like we’re sharing a delicacy.
Her sobbing only makes it better. Each shudder of her body sends a jolt straight to my groin.
I’m turned on even more with the way the needle cuts into my face every time my heads bobs back and forth to lick at her breast.
“You taste so good,” I tell her, pulling back to admire our work. The needle sits perfectly through her nipple, a shining metal bar claiming her for both of us. “We should do the other one too. Yes. Make them match.”
He agrees, already reaching for the pliers again.
“What do you think, Garrett?” I call over my shoulder, not bothering to look at him. “You never decorated her like this, did you? Never made her beautiful the way we are.”
He just groans, but stays silent otherwise.
Victoria’s chest heaves with each panicked breath. I trace my finger around her other nipple, feeling it harden under my touch despite her fear.
Or maybe because of it.
“I wonder how many needles we can fit through this one,” I muse, reaching for another needle from the bag. “Let’s find out.”
“Ah… perfect,” I breathe out.
I can’t stop staring.
The way it all came together.. it’s.. art.
I drag my tongue over my teeth, a shaky laugh slipping out as I glance at my partner. “You see it, right?” I murmur. “You feel it?”
My eyes snap back to her, locked in again.
“She’s perfect,” I whisper, almost reverent. “Absolutely perfect.”
My associate finally looks at me, his gaze locking in. “I want her.”