Page 115 of High Reward

“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.