“This is a clit tickler,” he says. My eyes widen. “It’s also extremely effective on the breasts. Would you like to try it?” “Yes,” I whisper. He runs the blunt tines along my inner thigh. “How is it?” Pleasure skitters up my nerves like static electricity and gathers in my clit. I clench my teeth, trying to hold back a moan, but it just resounds in my chest. “Alright,” I squeak, looking forward to feeling it somewhere other than my thigh. “I give you permission to whine and beg and plead to your heart’s content,” he says with a smirk.
