With ten needles in a neat row, covering his right shoulder blade, I moved to the other side of him, and Beau followed with the equipment.
“You have such a pretty tail, Noa,” Ivy said.
He spoke through gritted teeth. “Thank you. Daddy got it for me.”
“I guess he’s nice sometimes.”
I shot her a warning look.
She might think I was ruining a needle play scene for my boy, and I was—well, part of it—but I knew what he appreciated a lot more than needle play. To be thoroughly mind-raped.
“Crap,” I muttered, moving one of the inserted needles. “Lie completely still, Noa. My shirt’s gotten stuck on one of the needles.”
“Oh my God,” Ivy groaned.
Beau had finally caught on and looked like he was about to burst out laughing.
I could count on a fellow Sadist.
Noa whimpered as I ghosted my finger along the tips of several needles.
“Almost done, it’s a thread in my—there. Okay! We’re good to go. Halfway through.”
“Halfway!” Noa croaked. “Oh God. Daddy, I love you, but—”
“Are you safewording?” I demanded.
He sniffled pitifully. “No, Sir. I’m green.”
“Then shut up and stop complaining.”
By the time I’d inserted all twenty needles, ten across each shoulder blade, my sweet boy was so rigid on the table that he was sweating and trembling. I hadn’t once reminded him to relax, something that should’ve clued him in.
“There’s a lot more blood up there. Beau, can you wipe that off while I pick out a toy?” I asked. “I was pretty sure I spotted an electrical wand.”
“Daddy, no!” Noa pleaded. “Please, please, please, not electric play!”
I furrowed my brow. “You checked that off as a favorite.”
“Not when I’m bleeding my butt off,” he grated out. I jerked my chin to Ivy and pointed at the electrical unit on their toy shelf. Noa started panting. “It conducts electricity, Daddy!”
“You worry too much,” I argued dismissively. “Beau’s cleaning it off right now.”
He was purposely doing a bad job of it too, maybe to help me, maybe because there was no blood to clean off. Each puncture wound had a tiny red dot, no more than that.
Ivy reluctantly handed me the unit along with a roll of steel wire. Thread was, perhaps, more apt.
I let Noa suffer a while longer, anticipating the immense relief that was about to hit him. Fuck, I couldn’t wait to hear it, to see it on him, and how he’d react. He’d been stiff as a stick for a solid twenty minutes, possibly more.
I stuck the metal thread through each needle, connecting them all, in through the hub where syringes were supposed to be attached, out through the minuscule hole where liquid was drawn or injected.
“Ivy, can you go to our community website and pull up the photos from last year’s Needle-Con?” I leaned in, concentrating as I twisted the two ends of the steel thread together. Then I brushed a kiss to Noa’s shoulder and inspected his skin. I had to make sure the wire wasn’t touching him.
“Yes, Sir.” Ivy went to work right away.
“Noa, lift your head. Ivy’s gonna show you some pictures.” I reached for a small towel on the tray table and carefully eased it under the metal thread where it crossed his back. Next, I set the electrical unit closer and trapped the tip of the wand between the towel and the wire.
Last but not least, I changed the settings on the unit to a medium strength.
We were good to go.
“Here, sweetie.” Ivy bent down at the head of the table and showed Noa the photos on her phone. “See all these…?” The page had everything about needle play, from corset stitching to piercings with weights. “KC was one of the headliners for this event.”
I leaned back in my chair and pinched my lips together.
“What?” Noa croaked.
“There’s more. Here.” Ivy showed him a picture of me having just inserted approximately two hundred needles into Gretchen’s back in an intricate pattern. “Your Daddy is many things, but new at needle play isn’t one of them,” she promised. “You will quickly learn that he enjoys mastering new kinks to see how he can fuck with subs’ minds.”
I chuckled silently.
Noa sniffled. “Daddy did that?”
“All of them,” she replied. “You’ve barely shed any blood at all. He’s just a damn Sadist.”
“Oh,” he whimpered. And that little sound broke the levees. He started crying. “Daddy’s been messing with me?”
“The whole time.” Ivy touched his cheek.
I leaned over and kissed Noa’s sweet little butt. “Maybe think twice before you call me a Dumbinant, freckles.”
“Oh, D-Daddy,” he sobbed.
Pure pleasure coursed through me, and I switched on the electrical wand, immediately sending a buzzing current through every needle.
“Gah!” He choked. “Owww!”
I switched it off and nodded at Beau. “Take over for me, please. Wait for my signal.” Then I moved to the head of the table, and my boy grabbed on to my arms. “There’s my sweetheart.”