I sent the photo at 11:48 p.m.
No bra. Soft overhead light. Both silver bars catching the glow, n*****s still slightly swollen and flushed from how many times I had brushed them that night. I hated how long I stared at the message after it said Delivered. I hated even more that my free hand was already between my legs.
Silas replied in under a minute.
Silas: Pretty.
Silas: Now pinch the left one for me. Hard. Send another.
My hands shook as I obeyed. The sharp spark of pain-pleasure ripped through the fresh piercing and straight to my c**t. I took the second photo with my fingers still gripping the bar and hit send before I could lose my nerve.
Silas: Good girl.
Silas: Tomorrow. 9 p.m. Shop will be closed. Back door. Don’t wear a bra. Don’t wear panties. And Aria—leave the boyfriend
