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Her skin is flushed, mottled with hints of purples and dark reds appearing. The loud cries soften

to eager moans, letting me know she’s either hit subspace or she’s well on her way. Putting the paddle

back in the bag, I sink to my knees and slide two fingers into her wet heat while the other hand

reaches forward to play with her clit.

Once more, her body bucks, but this time, it’s toward me instead of away. Groaning, I keep the

image of her with my needles in her skin at the front of my mind. I don’t want to fuck her until her

blood slides across her skin, painting her back in a bright vermillion.

CHAPTER 20

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OVERWHELMING SENSATIONS CRASH INSIDE ME, MUDDLING MY BRAIN. THERE’S A STARK NEED, A

desperation that pours off Master Aiden that I’ve never felt before. However, the moment his fingers

slide inside me, I’m no longer able to think. All that’s in my mind right now is the need to orgasm.

Fingers clawing at the bench, I move my hips as much as I can, groaning when the ropes dig into

me, giving me yet one more bite of pain to feed the need swirling through my gut. The desire to get off

overwhelms everything. It’s all I can think about, all I can feel. The smooth leather of the bench helps

take the edge off as I grind against it, but it’s not enough.

“Ready to get off, baby?” he groans into my ear. “Ready to take my needles deep inside your

skin?”

Desperation claws at me, until I can barely breathe. “Yes. Yes, please!”

The moment Master Aiden slides his fingers out, he starts to undo the ropes, with Master Dillon

working on the opposite side. They keep the harness on as I’m peeled off the leather and escorted into

the medical room. The bright lights assault my senses, disorienting me for a moment, but Master

Aiden’s firm grip keeps me level.

Instead of putting me on my back on the exam table like usual, he has me lying down flat, like I’m

on one of my massage tables. He skims his hands down my back and over my ass before leaving me to

go to the counter. I watch through heavy-lidded eyes as he unscrews the spikes from the paddle and

puts longer, more wicked looking ones in.

A tendril of fear washes over me, but it’s far overshadowed by the arousal flooding my senses. I

want to feel the bite of his spikes, the pain of his needles. I want to know what it feels like to let my

lifeforce flow out of me. Turning, he stares down at me, his expression shuttered.