Pulling down my panties, I sat slouched in my desk chair and looked down as I gingerly lifted the ring with the pen and slid it through the opening. Even that caused a throbbing reminder that the pierce was not healed. With a gentle tug, a swoosh of energy poured through my groin.
“So?” Garrison prompted me.
“This isn’t fair.”
“What isn’t fair?”
“It’s turning me on, dammit! What do you think it’s doing to me? And I can do nothing.”
“That’s right,” he took pleasure in taunting me. “Now tug on the other one.”
I slouched even further in my chair so I could reach the ring embedded at the base of my v****a. That required my fingers to hold it up before I could slip the pen through the opening. I practically dropped the phone cradled between my ear and neck.
The tug was much too sharp,
