Page 28 of The Secret Job: Into the Depths of Depravity
“Good girl. You just lie back, remain quiet and watch the show.”
Show is exactly what it is. I watch with fascination as Hugh picks up one needle after another and inserts them in a circle around my breasts. Each needle points towards my nipple but doesn’t touch. When there are at least fifteen needles in each breast, he opens a new packet.
I watch wondering where the next ones are going to go seeing as he appears to have finished the circles around my breasts. I look on in shock as he lines the needle up to my peaked nipple and begins to thread it through and out the other side. I clench my teeth, tense my entire body and grip the sides of the table breathing fast like I’m giving birth as my heart beats like it’s about to explode out of my body. I feel every tiny movement as heat surges through my body and straight to my clit. Up until now, I foundwatchingHugh decorate my body in shiny needles the most arousing part of this kink until that one needle just entered my nipple. Now my clit has come to the party.
Hugh picks up another needle and threads it adjacent to the first one and I swear there must be beads of sweat forming on my forehead.
“Like a delicate flower, Roxy. Two more and then onto the next nipple,” Hugh says to me, not taking his eye of what he is clearly enjoying.Is he enjoying the visual aspect or causing me pain?I wonder.Likely both.
By the time Hugh has pushed through the first needle on my right nipple, my hands are cramping from how tight they are gripping the table. “Breathe through it, Roxy, you can do this for me, I know you can.”
Every time a needle pierces through to the other side of my nipple I breathe out a shaky sigh of relief trying to stay as quiet as possible. Every time one is done, my anticipation skyrockets but I also want the next one to come. Like a drug, I’m becoming addicted to the pure pain he is causing me.
Finally, Hugh stands back and admires his work, my chestheaving at the intensity of the pain throbbing through my nipples firing straight down to my core. The pain is making me feel feral. Hugh looks up at my eyes and sees the heat behind them, “I see you are now enjoying this as much as I am. Your body is a stunning canvas, I cannot wait to pierce between your legs.”
I let out a whimper as he opens another new packet of needles that look longer in length, though thankfully just as thin, and walks to the end of the padded table. “Bend your knees to the side and place your feet on the table for me,” requests Hugh and I do as he asks. I watch him as he runs a finger over the tattoo on my pussy lip, “You have a matching set, I’m impressed your James managed to brand you here and stake his claim. I would do the same.”
Feeling exposed on every level, I just subtly nod as I await Hugh’s next move. He rips open another antibacterial wipe and my anticipation spikes with the sound. Lowering his head to between my legs he begins to wipe from my arse crack up my fold to swipe passed my clit and I almost moan out loud. Biting down on my tongue I pray he does the same motion again, and sure enough he does it to the other side. The procedure feels surgical, but my body doesn’t care, it loves every stroke of the wipe and the anticipation of him hitting my clit over and over again.
Raising his head, I know this level of playtime is over and the painful pleasure is about to begin. Hugh picks up a new needle lowering his attention back down to my folds and I feel the sharp sting of it go in at the top, thread though the flesh of my lips in a burning sensation of hot lava and release only to push through to the other lip in a downward angle drawing a surprised cry from my mouth, “Ouch!”
Hugh chuckles, “You were doing so well Roxy,” he says as he looks up at me to check on my real response across my face.
Looking back at him, I laugh too—shyly. “I’m sorry, I wasn’texpecting the double penetration from the needle, it caught me by surprise.”
“No need to apologise, I should have prepared you. That was my fault, although I do like the element of surprise.”
“It’s ok, I like surprises myself, keep going,” I assure Hugh to continue with a smile. I have a building desire every time a needle enters my body, like he’s throwing lighter fluid to ignite more flames in my body.
Hugh’s eyes move from side to side looking into my eyes and double checking I mean what I say. Giving me a subtle nod he turns his attention back to the tray and picks up another needle and begins threading it at an angle through one lip and out of the other. I clench my bum, thighs, stomach and even my neck, I’m sure. My hands clamp the sides of the table in an immovable grip and I breathe out in a deep sigh whenever the needle is in place. Hugh places five needles in total, effectively sewing up the entrance to my pussy.That is one way of making a chastity belt,I think to myself.
Hugh steps away and stares back at his creation. I assume he is finished as he stares longingly at my body, and at the parts that now glisten from the needles and my arousal. “I’d like to help you off the table now and walk you to the bed, would that be ok? We’ll do it nice and slowly.”
“That would be ok Hugh,” I say with my voice throaty and filled with a need to come.
Moving to my side, Hugh picks me up under my bottom and back, bridal style. It seems effortless so he must have some impressive muscles hidden beneath his clothing. I’m very careful not to fully close my legs and re-pierce myself or knock those needles in any way, same goes for my breasts. Hugh smells like fresh laundry detergent, and I savour that one moment I am in his strong arms nestled against his chest. Hugh carefully lowers my feet to the floor and I’m standing upright. Holding out a hand, he pulls me the few steps to the bed andsays, “On all fours please.” I do as he says, taking my time as I’m hyper aware of the location of every needle currently in my body.
“Would you like a drink?” he asks as I get into position.
“A glass of water would be great,” I reply.
Hugh walks over to the kitchenette and fills up two glasses of water and brings them over to me. We both sip in companionable silence until our glasses are empty and Hugh places them back in the kitchenette.
I turn my head to see him begin to undo the rest of his buttons. Catching my gaze he asks, “Would you mind looking forward?” I blink at him in shock then nod my head quickly and turn to face the wall.
I hear different pieces of clothing being pulled off and I wonder why I cannot look,What does he have to hide? Or is he shy?Hearing the cap of a bottle open I realise he is lubing himself up. The bed dips behind me as he climbs on, and I feel the heat from his body emanating from him. I rise up on my knees so I can feel his chest on my back yearning for something more intimate then a quick fuck. My movement surprises him but he doesn’t shy away. Instead, I feel his slightly sticky hands run up the length of my arms to my chest where he pulls me closer and begins to kiss from behind my ear and down my neck. Butterflies collide in my stomach at our closeness, and I feel the length of him hard and heavy down my lower back and along my arse crack. I move my neck to the side to allow more access to my neck as he begins to devour me, his lips kissing and sucking in his path.
I place my own hands on top of his and give a gentle squeeze, encouraging and inviting more. I want to see Hugh lose control and enjoy the fruits of his labour. I can’t ask him why he doesn’t want me to look at him but I say, “Hugh, I know you don’t want me to see you but I was wondering if you’d like to see my body whilst you fucked me? You can tie somethingaround my eyes and lay me on my back and push my legs back and still take me anally?”
“You’d allow me to do that?”
“Yes, if it would please you. It seems a shame being behind me when you’ve created such a masterpiece on my front, don’t you think?”
“Well, yes, I would very much like to do it like that, Roxy.”
“Do you have anything you can wrap around my eyes?” I ask kindly.
“I could use my shirt?”
