Chapter Twelve
Miles called Tessa several days later to arrange a lunch date.
“Wear the scarf that Maya gave you,” he told her.
“Tied as it was?”
“I like the way it looks on you… and wear the black leather skirt. And yes, tell me, how’s the new jewelry?”
In the days since Vincent pierced her, the tenderness in her cunt had diminished, but not the crude sensations of pleasure that accompanied every move she made.
“Trite though it may sound, I can’t get you out of my mind,” Tessa replied. “The little chains you attached to the labia rings tickle my thighs constantly, and the ring on the hood of my c******s hangs there heavily.”
“Goading you?” he asked.
“That’s a good way to put it.”
She could almost hear a chuckle issue from him. “Then my purpose is fulfilled. You can test yoursel
