I close my eyes because I don’t want to look at him when that thing reaches my clit. “Eyes on me.” He pauses the tickler. My eyes open, and a breath stalls in my throat. Once he’s satisfied that he’s captured all my attention, he slides the tickler down. I had no idea a man could be so measured in his movements, but a jolt of pleasure strikes the base of my clit. Imaginary forks of lightning zip across the surrounding flesh and travel as far as my back. Arching in the chair, I gasp as the metal tines make their slow progress up my clit. Warmth and blood and sensation rush to that tiny,
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