The glass bottle was cold when he pressed it against my nipple. I flinched, the muscles in my stomach jumping, but his other hand was already on my lower back, pinning me to the mattress.
"Stay still," he said. "This is going to help."

The glass bottle was cold when he pressed it against my nipple. I flinched, the muscles in my stomach jumping, but his other hand was already on my lower back, pinning me to the mattress.
"Stay still," he said. "This is going to help."

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