But then again, who consents to something like this? Who in their right mind would happily take a bullet and lodge it so that it’s hitting the sensitive side of their clit—waiting for it to start vibrating.
I follow Magnus to the parking garage where the limo is waiting for us. We climb into the back seat and lean back and I look at Magnus.
This is the most reckless thing that I’ve ever done. But the way he’s looking at me, this might be just another day for him.
Great.
The driver revs up the engine. In a few minutes we’re rolling down Park Avenue heading uptown toward the Park.
I can see the crowds on the side of the
street. Thousands of people that we pass by, each going about their lives, not knowing that I’m watching them as I ride by.
As we hit traffic and slow down at a red light, I see hundreds of people crossing the street at 45th street. This is Midtown rush hour.
The crowds are going to be crushing us. The ease by which we got to this point from downtown is over.
“We have some time to kill before we get to the Park,” Magnus says to me. I nod.
He had stated that we should go to the Park after brunch on the way over and maybe get a cocktail at the Boathouse. It’s a classic New York City thing to do and I was okay with it.
Now I’m just living moment to moment.
I see Magnus reach into his coat pocket and pull out the small remote controller.
There are three settings from what I can see where I’m sitting.
LOW, MEDIUM, and HIGH.
So that’s what the settings say.
The light turns green and the limo starts and Magnus flicks his finger towards LOW.
It’s like a jolt of electricity hits me and my clit literally twitches as I break out into a sweat.
There’s a warm sensitive vibrating going on—very mild and very pleasant.
I don’t even have the words, but it feels so nice.
The warmth is radiating from my sex throughout my body and I look at Magnus. He’s looking at me with a giant ear-to-ear grin.
“Feeling good?” he asks.
“Mm-hmm,” I say with a nod. My panties are soaked. I’m dripping wet at this point. The warmth and vibration from the bullet has done a number on me. I can close my eyes and enjoy this—edging very slowly toward an orgasm, but still far enough away that I can control the twitchiness of my limbs.
“It’s nice kind of laying there and letting this little thing work it’s magic, isn’t it, baby girl?” Magnus asks.
I look over to Magnus and his powerful frame as he sits there.
“Yes, Daddy,” I say with an evil grin. I can see his cock thickening at my words. “Some music would be nice.”
Magnus laughs at that.
“You won’t be caring about music in a few seconds, baby girl,” he says with a glint in his eye.
“Oh?” I ask and the car makes a left onto 48th street and Magnus switches the remote to Medium.
“Oh!” I blurt again, and this time it’s involuntary. My eyes are closed because it feels like the tip of a tongue has just pressed down on my clit and put pressure on it. But each nerve is fired off on my sensitive nub and my legs scissor kick. Electric currents pass up my spine and I can feel my heart rate increase.