Hollow lets out a deep chuckle, like I’ve somehow amused him. “Calm down, Puppet,” he says as he tilts his head. “I’m not going to take them off completely.”
That doesn’t help me feel any better. Instead, my breath quickens.
“I just want to see them bleed a little,” he says quietly. “So I can taste you.”
Behind me, Dollface hums softly, almost pleased. “I already know what she tastes like,” he murmurs, voice slipping into a sing-song rhythm. “She tastes like heaven.”
Hollow doesn’t respond to him. Doesn’t even acknowledge it.
His attention stays on me the entire time, those blue eyes traveling down to my breasts.
My body tenses harder, my hands pulling uselessly against the restraints, rope biting deeper into the inflamed skin.
It doesn’t matter.
Noneof it matters.
He already decided the moment he said the words out loud.
“Time to make you scream.”
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. “Sheisturned 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’velovedeverything so far.”
He then pulls her nipple outward with the pliers, stretching the flesh until she cries out. Iposition 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.