It was all she could do, not to scream senseless. Biting down her lip hard as Hanwi simply brushed, no, more like flickered lightly over the damned ball of nerves. It was as though she was being shaken senseless when the sensation took over; only the senseless never quite reached and instead the shake was only half committed which made it thoroughly annoying.

“Fuck, Hanwi, just touch me!” She practically shouted as she reached out for her hand and quickly pulled it towards her clit. “I don’t know how you do manners in America but here, you never let a very horny woman stay horny for the sake of it.”

“I am not,” she said. It was a tone that suggested she was still completely wrife with lust but she was also taken with something else. Malaika searched for her eyes and when she found them, she followed their focus.

Next to her bed was a small chest of drawers. She kept her valuables there. They were limited to a seldom-used dildo, more shifter romance novels and a couple of knickers for just-in-case. She had decided on this arrangement during a forgettable afternoon when she had suddenly been begotten by a spirit of lustful hope. Atop the chest were the other usual culprits; a lamp, a dog-eared novel and four pegs. They looked like pegs always did - peggy - only they were smooth and made of timber. Under any other, commonly occurring, normal circumstances, they would have looked completely innocuous in the eyes of the unsuspecting.

Clearly, Malaika decided, Hanwi was nary an unsuspecting and certainly a commonly occurring being.

“Do you use them?” she asked, her eyes still not leaving them and when Malaika turned to focus on them once more, she felt herself short of breath and saliva.

“Well,” she said, struggling through the embarrassment threatening to bubble, “they are the only way I have been able to come for a while.”

Her focus left the pegs and returned to Malaika. They looked so deadly. This, dictated common sense, meant that she started struggling against clumping her legs together. Pegs with Hanwi seemed too much for her sensibilities. She had always imagined someone coming in and overpowering her with them, letting her slither about in an ocean of punishing waves of pleasure. She had never thought it could happen yet there it possibly was.

“How do you use them?”

“Wha-” she could not finish the question because she coughed the dry choke blocking her throat.

“Where do you pinch?” she asked, pushing her legs wide, finding her clit expertly and brushing it.

Between the cough, her wild imaginings and the promise of pegs, Malaika was one soft stroke away from outright squirting. She was breathless and so she chose to point at her nipples.

Hanwi smiled. It was slow, sly and all-knowing. It was diabolical in the way it seemed to promise nefarious activities that seemed also not to be progressively happening fast enough. “Only?”

Of course not, she hoped her eyes said because her mouth decided the best cause of action was biting at her lower lip.

Hanwi reached out for two, studying them before heading straight for her nipples, studying the nicely sturdy things before pegging the first. It was so deliciously intense Malaika had to close her eyes and count down to five to stop her from disgracing herself by coming as soon as possible.

It was probably a growl she heard. She was not sure. Ordinary circumstances would have entailed she open her eyes quickly and call on to the gods but opening them and punishing the growl would stop her worshipping the gods with ululations of praise and lust.

It was an easy choice to make.

When the next peg clutched onto her nipple, she could not hold it in anymore. Her legs shook so violently, her back jerking while her muscles contracted. She could barely see anything let alone hear all that was around her. She was consumed with blood flooding loudly in her ears; it was akin to waves becoming rapids and crushing against the biggest of boulders. Her lower lip was released as a moan escaped her.

She worshipped the gods with each decibel out of her. Jerk after jerk, she felt her orgasm take over, letting herself be a slave to her pleasure.

It had never been like that. Even the first time she had discovered she had an affinity for mixing sharp pain with pleasure. It had been a glorious time and she’d needed a proper break from right everything, blacking out for a solid ten hours - something she never did. Yet, the new sensation promised she was probably going to be out of commission for forty-eight hours straight.

Then she gradually fell back to earth, the familiar tingles still there, her legs still given to the small muscle spasms. Then her eyes flew open, a small smile gradually getting bigger across her face. “That was intense,” she said, her eyes searching for Hanwi’s.

She looked feral.

“I’m going to pinch right here," her fingers found her sensitive clit, "and I want you to do that again,” she said, voice feral like all of her.