“Still naughty.” She whispered.

 

She pressed the button until she couldn’t take the waves of pulsing energy any longer. If there were really magic in the world, Harmony thought, it must come from this spot. She twirled her sticky finger over it and tortured herself with greater pleasure. 

She imagined flicking it the way she did her nipples when no one was watching and she wanted to punish herself. The thought of it made her pulse throb hot in her head and she blinked. That was too much to imagine, but she decided to save it for later – for a time when she had been very, very bad.

 

Harmony...