Your pain is my pleasure Vol. 14

The room is a grimy little cocktail of desperation and lust, reeking of stale smoke and cheap cologne. She’s on her knees, bare-ass naked, her tits hanging heavy, nipples hard as fucking diamonds. The floor’s cold, but she doesn’t give a shit; she’s focused on the four metal bowls in front of her, each filled with a different type of needle—surgical, acupuncture, sewing, and god knows what else. He stands over her, a tall drink of dark water, his suit crisp, his eyes gleaming with that sick, twisted pleasure he gets from watching her squirm. He hands her a thin, sharp needle, the kind used for piercing. “Pick one,” he commands, his voice a low growl. She reaches out, her hand shaking slightly, and grabs a long, slender acupuncture needle. He smirks, knowing exactly what he’s in for. He instructs her to insert the needle into her clit, the tip glinting menacingly under the harsh light. She takes a deep breath, steels herself, and pushes the needle through her sensitive flesh, a sharp gasp escaping her lips. He watches, his cock hardening, as she repeats the process with another needle, this time in her inner thigh, the pain making her eyes water. He can see the mix of agony and arousal in her eyes, and it fuels his own twisted desire.

He moves closer, his breath hot on her ear. “Good girl,” he whispers, his hand snaking down to grip her throat. He squeezes just enough to make her gasp, his other hand reaching down to rub his throbbing cock through his pants. She can feel the bulge pressing against her, and it sends a shiver down her spine. He releases her throat, only to grab a handful of her hair, forcing her head back. He unzips his pants, freeing his rock-hard dick, and presses the tip against her lips. “Open,” he demands, and she obeys, taking him into her mouth. He fucks her face roughly, his hips thrusting forward, his cock hitting the back of her throat. She gags, tears streaming down her face, but he doesn’t stop. He pulls out suddenly, a wicked grin on his face, and grabs another needle, this one thicker and more menacing. He presses it against her nipple, and she whimpers, knowing what’s coming. He pushes it through, the metal slicing into her flesh, and she screams, the sound muffled by his cock as he thrusts back into her mouth. He fucks her face harder, his grip on her hair tightening, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. He’s close, she can tell, and she braces herself for the inevitable. He pulls out again, his cock pulsing, and comes all over her face, his hot cum dripping down her cheeks. She stays there, kneeling, her body shaking, needles piercing her flesh, his cum on her face, a perfect picture of pain and pleasure.