His constant shifting against the sheets was a delicious agony on his back - and he could feel new bruises forming under the glass bells Pike had applied to his frontside. Spock's hands were shaking at the pleasurable torment that heightened as the minutes passed.
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Date: 2009-12-15 02:32 pm (UTC)"I do not know."