A shy reference librarian, and a college student who was disowned when she refused to submit to conversion therapy, meet in a bookstore. He's been waiting his whole life for her. Meanwhile, she's starting her whole life over. What ensues between the...
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After what feels like an eternity of lines being engraved into me, none of which bleed, and most of which put me just this side of another orgasm, for all that they hurt, he puts the scalpel down at last. "If I use this much longer, I'll make it dull, and that won't do," he says. "Not for this." And then he pulls another blade off the tray and shows it to me. This one is not disposable. It looks like it has a sharper edge, too. "This is a Liston knife. In medicine, it's usually used for sawing through bone. I don't use it for that. I use it for bloodletting. I find it a little more sensitive and precise than my fleam, although it's not appropriate for finer work, such as cutting sigils, brands, and designs into flesh. That requires a very sharp surgical scalpel." He puts it against the left side of my neck, directly on the pulsing vein. Or is that my carotid artery?
I draw in my breath sharply.
"This would be a remarkably inappropriate place to cut. Which is why I won't cut you here." The blade slides down, slowly and gently, to the center of my chest, just between my breasts.
And he presses down, parting my skin as he cuts. A sudden pain burns coldly where he has slashed my chest.
"There. That's what I was looking for," he murmurs; then he lays down the blade, puts his mouth to the surface wound he made over my heart, and drinks me in.
As he drinks, my chest grows cold, in contrast to the soft warmth of his mouth and tongue. Then the rest of me grows cold. The room spins around me. It feels almost pleasant. Don't faint. Don't faint. If you faint, you might slip, and then you'll tear yourself off the chair. Don't faint...
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My outer labia are on fire. I wish the sensation would stop.
He has set aside the scalpels and knife and gone back to the needles.
"Ordinarily I'd insert many more needles into the safer areas to target, but for your sake, I'm keeping my needlework to a minimum. One can confront phobias without going overboard. I think next, I'll target the side of your nose, the corner of one of your armpits, and the cartilage of one of your ears. That last one will be extremely unpleasant. Ear cartilage is considerably harder to pierce than a flap of skin. It's one of the more common areas to pierce, but it presents certain problems, especially if the person being pierced is going to be wearing permanent jewelry there. Earrings in that area pose something of an infection risk."
