The bite made her arch with a gasp that sounded very nearly like a laugh - maybe it was the irony of feeling his teeth after what he'd done to her. She kept her head up though, meeting his blazing gaze with her own cold one, and for a moment she thought she'd succeeded - that he'd leave of this torture and return to simply hurting her.<br/><br/>But then his finger was touching her sex, showing her how very wet she'd become by the ease with which it slid into her, and stroked her just inside and out, along with the continuing torture of the hard tongs, until her remaining teeth were clenched and her hands were balled to fists with gasping, trying to hold herself back from what felt like it would be a tearing apart within her from the tightening and pressure.<br/><br/>And then suddenly she was let be, panting for breath and filled with an awful sense of waiting as he took away fingers and tongs.