28. Chapter 28
Grace
The club has been open for an hour, and I’ve spent most of that time following Victor around as he greets guests and makes small talk with VIPs. The toy inside me buzzes periodically, and I never expect it because of how subtle he is about it.
He reaches beneath my dress from time to time, tracing his finger along the straps of my garter belt.
“Victor, your submissive is absolutely glowing tonight,” a woman whose name I’ve forgotten says.
I smile, hoping my face isn’t too red as Victor pulls me close and kisses my cheek. “Isn’t she? You’ll have to meet us in the main dungeon. I’m going to give her wings later.”
The woman smiles up at her Dom. “Can we, Daddy?” she asks.
The man gives a subtle nod and shakes Victor’s hand, then we’re moving on.
It’s like that for a while longer, with Victor casually inviting others to join us in the dungeon for the art he’s going to create.
It’s unnerving to realize how many people are excited to see what he has planned, but it makes me want to be even stronger for him.
I’m grateful for these interactions, and I wonder if that’s why he’s doing it this way.
Not just to arouse me, but to show me I can safely be in the spotlight.
“Let’s go to the dungeon, butterfly,” he murmurs in my ear, steering me out of the play space ten minutes later.
The middle of the club’s main dungeon has been transformed. The lights are dimmed, and the platform in the center is lit with a brighter spotlight. A massage chair has been placed strategically so that most people will have a good view of my back where Victor will place the needles.
A small table sits next to the chair with an array of needles and feathers already prepped for going into my skin, Lili stands next to the platform, clearly waiting for us.
The crowd mingles, with a few already gathering to watch the scene about to unfold.
My heart is hammering in my chest as we reach the steps to the platform, and heat is prickling up my neck.
Victor squeezes my hand as he helps me up the stairs.
He pulls me into a tender hug, kissing me softly. “You ready?”
I nod, my voice trembling a little. “Yes, Master.”
“Good girl.” He motions for Lili to join us, and the three of us embrace again.
“I’m so glad you’re here, Goddess,” I murmur in Lili’s ear.
Victor gestures for me to sit. “Straddle the chair with your knees wide. You can rest your face in the cradle. Tell Lili if you need it adjusted.”
The leather is cool against my skin. My chest presses into the angled pad, and I drape my arms over the well-placed supports. My back is fully exposed, and I’m realizing that if he stands in the right place, Victor can get to my pussy too. That sends a wave of arousal through me.
Lili steps behind me and lifts my hair off my shoulders, securing it into a high ponytail so it’s not in the way of placing the needles.
“You’re perfect,” Lili whispers, pressing a kiss to my exposed shoulder. Her lips are soft, but leave me scorching.
Victor moves to my side and snaps black latex gloves into place. He trails a gloved finger from my shoulders down my spine as Lili puts her own gloves on.
Victor clears his throat, and a hush falls over the room, as if he had been heard over the music, which suddenly sounds quieter.
“Tonight is about making sure my girl is seen. Not as a victim, not as prey. Not even as my property. Tonight, she is my canvas, and I plan to make her into a work of art.”
There are oohs and ahhs. And a few awwwws from the audience, as he uses a wipe to clean my back. When my back is sterilized, he places a sterile stencil against my skin to help him mark where the needles will go.
As he places small dots with a sterile surgical pen, it hits me exactly how many needles this is going to take. No wonder he wanted me aroused and on edge.
He doesn’t explain himself to the audience, and the music returns to its normal volume as he kneels next to my head and lifts the curls away from my eyes.
“There are a lot of needles, Mariposa. If you need a break at any moment, you say yellow, and we’ll stop and distract you for a few minutes.
No orgasm until the last needle is in though, understood? ”
“Understood,” I whisper.
He stands and holds his hand out for Lili to hand him the first needle.
Clearly, they’ve talked about this, and she knows what order to hand him things in.
He pinches the skin at the top of my back, to the left of my spine and inserts the first needle.
There’s a sharp sting, a rush of heat, then it settles.
I’ve done this before, so it’s not a surprise.
What is surprising is the way my pussy throbs.
“Would you like me to go slow, or get them in quickly, Mariposa?”
“Since it’s so many, let’s go fast until I need it slow.”
Victor chuckles and pinches another small section of skin.
Then he’s slipping needles in with speed and precision.
Each needle has a feather of a different length and color attached to the hub at the end.
I don’t understand how it’s going to look like butterfly wings, but judging from the way my entire back is stinging, they have a plan.
“Yellow,” I say after what feels like the hundredth prick.
“Good girl,” Victor says. Then the toy inside me switches to a higher speed. He drops to one knee and reaches under my seat. Then the thong is pulled to one side, and he slides two gloved fingers inside me.
“Oh my, someone is enjoying this very much. You should feel how wet our toy’s cunt is, Liliana,” Victor murmurs darkly.
Then his hand vanishes, and Lili is kneeling on the other side of my chair, shoving two of her own fingers inside me while Victor reaches beneath me to knead one nipple between his fingers. At the same time, he slides his slippery fingers inside my mouth. “Clean me off,” he commands.
When I’m close and whimpering around his fingers, he pulls them free, and he and Lili change gloves silently.
“Ready to continue?”
I nod and moan, “Yes, Master.”
“Good girl,” he croons. “We’re a little over halfway done.”
The needles begin going in again, this time down the other side of my spine. Victor’s movements are steady, practiced. Every new prick ramps the endorphins, arousal, and sensation coursing through me to a higher level.
The toy buzzes again, and I’m struggling to hold still as he continues piercing my flesh.
“You enjoy being watched, don’t you, Grace?” he asks as two more needles find their place in my back.
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper.
“Good. I like it when you’re being watched. When the entire room gets to see you as perfectly as I see you.”
A blush burns up my cheeks, and I’m glad my face is resting in the cradle.
“You’re doing so well, lover,” Lili whispers in my ear. “I can’t wait for you to see what Victor has done with his pretty little canvas.”
Victor takes another break and turns the toy on high, then tells Lili to finger me.
“You’re so fucking brave,” Lili says as Victor places the final few needles in my skin. “I think this might be my favorite version of you. Open, vulnerable, brave.”
As soon as the last needle is in, the toy ramps up to the highest setting, and I cry out as Victor kneels opposite Lili. “And now we make her fly, Spitfire,” he says, looking at her over my head.
Lili lets out a little chuckle as her fingers continue to massage my clit.
Victor’s voice is in my ear as the pleasure builds in my core. “Look at you. You’re art, Grace. Mine. Perfect. Pleasing in every way. Never invisible. And I’m not nearly done with you yet.”
Victor
I pull out my phone and take a picture of the needles and feathers in Grace’s back. The placement turned out perfect, and I couldn’t be prouder of her for enduring close to sixty needles in her skin. She’s soaked too, so aroused there is a wet spot on the leather beneath her.
Lili is still tracing her clit, but she’s slowed down on my signal, and I reach in and pull the toy free of her tight channel.
“Now, you’re going to fly, Mariposa. And by that, I mean you’re going to come harder than ever before. Are you ready?”
I check the needles as I kneel back down and show her the photo I took. “You are fucking majestic.”
Then I surprise her by raising the height on the chair, so her feet are no longer touching the ground. I lay on my back underneath it, so I can see her pussy and probe it gently with my fingers. Lili keeps working her clit, and I slide two digits into her entrance.
“Ready?”
“Yes,” she moans, sounding desperate.
She bucks in the chair, gripping the armrests as we drive her to the edge. “Stay still,” I warn when she moves a little too much. “We don’t want to rip the needles out.
“Yes, Sir,” she manages.
Lili moves, so she’s eye level with Grace, cradling her face in both hands. “You’re breathtaking. The entire club saw you tonight the way Victor and I see you. No one will ever forget this.”
Grace sobs out a breath, her hips rolling against my fingers inside her. I lift my head and drag my tongue across her clit, and she nearly explodes. I reach around the chair and smack her thigh. “Not until I tell you, Butterfly.”
I want her to remember this night, so I’m dragging it out.
“You want to come?” I say, letting my voice vibrate against her cunt.
She nods frantically.
“Say it.”
“Please, Sir. Please let me come,” she cries out, louder than I expected.
Lili wipes a tear from Grace’s cheek, smiling as if she’s never been so proud.
I suck her clit into my mouth and suck hard as my fingers pick up the pace.
“Now, Grace,” I command.
The orgasm slams through her. She screams, then immediately clamps her mouth shut, burying her face in the cradle. Her whole body shakes and the wings on her back quiver, making it look like a butterfly has actually landed on her back.
I stand in time to catch a short video of the movement, knowing she’ll want to watch it later.
When she finally stops trembling, I help her sit up enough that she groans from the sensation of the needles moving.
“Do you want to see yourself in a mirror before we take them out, or are you ready to remove them?”
“Is it safe to walk around like this?” she asks, her voice husky from screaming through the orgasm.
“It’s safe for a little while. As you know from the past, your body will start to reject the metal soon, but we can parade you around if that’s what you want,” I say with a wink.
She lets out a tired laugh. “I don’t know about a parade, but I wouldn’t mind seeing myself.
Lili brushes curls from Grace’s face, and together we help her stand, walking her toward the bar where there is a mirror along the back wall.
She gasps when she sees how large the piece is. Someone comes running from the hallway of sweets with a hand mirror, and we turn her around so she can hold the mirror and see the back reflecting in the larger one behind the bar.
We get her a glass of water to drink, and chat with Bellamy and some of the others at the bar. People make a fuss about how pretty the wings are, and just as I’d hoped, Grace beams with every compliment on both the beauty of the piece, and the way she endured what it took to create it.
When she winces a little too hard for my taste, we lead her back to the stage where I quickly take the needles and feathers out.
Lili follows behind, wiping each prick mark with an alcohol wipe.
Grace hisses through the burning sensation.
I press a kiss to her shoulder when the last needle is free and help Lili finish cleaning her up.
Then we wrap her in a soft blanket and take her back to our suite where we can all soak up the afterglow of the experience we just shared.
We settle onto the sofa, with Lili beside me, and Grace in my lap with her legs stretched over Lili.
“You made me so proud tonight, Butterfly,” I tell her quietly, kissing her hair. “How are you feeling?”
She laughs, shaky but real. “I’ve never felt so seen.”
Lili leans in and kisses her forehead, then rests her cheek against my shoulder. “That’s what you deserve, lover You’re not invisible. You’re fucking unforgettable.”
We sit there for a long time, letting her come down before I put her in the shower and check the marks on her back to see if any need ointment.
As I gently clean her, I remind her in quiet tones that tonight she wasn’t just a canvas for my art. She was the star. The one everyone noticed.
She earned her wings.
And I’ll make damn sure she never loses them again.