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“Don’t gag me. I’ll be quiet. I’ll be good.”
    “Good girl. OK, first I have to clean up that wet pussy.”
    He jammed a gloved hand into her crotch and pushed her pussy lips apart roughly with his fingers. The touch sent a new wave of desire through her. She still needed to come, needed that orgasm so badly. She writhed a little as he swabbed her labia with a sanitizing solution and a soft cloth. The coolness of the damp cloth on her labia felt so soothing. And his hand, finally, in her pussy. The thought made her crazy with lust again.
    God I wish he’d just fuck me already.
    She tried not to think about what he was about to do .
    “This makes a 14-gauge hole, which is a good size for a clit hood hole . I’m going to use surgical steel jewelry, just a simple straight barbell, but once this heals up you can change the jewelry to gold or whatever else you like. Any questions before I do this?”
    “Is it going to bleed? I don’t know if I can do this, Mark. I really don’t. What if I faint or something? How long will this take to heal, anyway?”
    His voice was calm, measured, coming from close by. She realized that by only being able to hear him, to sense his nearness, his movements, without being able to see him, aroused her like nothing she’d ever experienced.
    “ Well, these usually heal pretty quickly. As for blood, hmmm, maybe a little, nothing too serious. Trust me. I’ve done a bunch of these, girl. It’s not going to jet up and splat into the ceiling or anything. Not usually, anyway.” He laughed.
    “I’m sorry but I don’t find that especially funny!” she snapped. “My arm is killing me, too. Just … on fire.”
    She sensed motion again, then felt his warm breath on her face. The tiny soft hairs on her cheek felt like they were standing on end, almost electrified at his closeness.
    “Stop the whining, Janna, or I will gag you.” The deep tone, so close she could almost feel the vibration in it, was oddly soothing despite the unnerving intent of the words. “You just relax now, girl. I’m gonna to mark the two spots where the needle has to go through your clit hood. Hold real still.”
    Try? He’s going to TRY to mark it? Jesus what have I gotten myself into? I’m not feeling the confidence here. No I’m not.
    She felt him push her pussy lips apart again, as slick gloved fingers worked their way inside. She realized she was wet again. Very wet. Her juices made sloshing sounds as he fingered her, pinching her clit area to hold it steady for the tip of a marking pen of some kind.
    “Jesus, Janna, I just wiped this down and you’re wet as hell again? Already? Someone likes the idea of her pussy being pierced, don’t they?”
    “ Mmm, no I – I don’t know–”
    “Well I know. It’s obvious. Listen to this sloshing.” Mark’s fingers played among her folds; the sounds of wetness, of her intense and building arousal, were unmistakable. Then his hand left her pussy again. She felt him leaning over her, into her, then sensed him right in front of her face. His presence, the very essence of him, so palpable and immediate.
    “Open,” came the deep commanding voice.
    Heart pounding, she felt his finger tap brusquely at her bottom lip and instantly her lips parted, more in surprise than as the result of his demand.
    S he felt a gloved finger enter her soft warm mouth. Then another.
    “Taste yourself.” Mark shoved fingers – she couldn’t tell how many – into her open mouth, forcing her jaw to widen. She groaned in protest at the sudden invasion and felt a rush of heat fill her cheeks as the eroticism of what he was doing hit her fully. Again she was annoyed at her own body’s betrayal, at its embarrassing display of need. She felt his fingers wipe across her tongue as he spoke again.
    “The funny thing is, with a clit hood piercing there’s a good chance you’ll stay even more wet, and pretty much constantly, too. Kinda the whole point, yes? Anyway, you’ll love it.