Page 116 of High Reward

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

Ipulloutmyphone 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 youtonight 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.