I sent the photo at 11:48 p.m.

No bra. Soft overhead light. Both silver bars catching the glow, nipples still slightly swollen and flushed from how many times I had brushed them that night. I hated how long I stared at the message after it said Delivered. I hated even more that my free hand was already between my legs.

Silas replied in under a minute.

Silas: Pretty.

Silas: Now pinch the left one for me. Hard. Send another.

My hands shook as I obeyed. The sharp spark of pain-pleasure ripped through the fresh piercing and straight to my clit. I took the second photo with my fingers still gripping...