Society Girls: Matisse

by Crystal Perkins

  “Yes I do. For both of us. Do you have time for a walk-in?”

  “If you’re sure, then yes. My next appointment isn’t for a couple of hours.”

  “I’m sure,” I tell her, following her back as she walks to her room.

  * * *

  Matisse

  I’m freaking out a little as I lead Kendrick into my room. He’s right at my back, and I feel the heat of his body, and smell the musk of his cologne. Both are turning me on.

  “Do you know what you want, and where?” I ask, moving to my drafting table so I can put some distance between us.

  He stays where he is, giving me the space I need. “I want a letter ‘M’ between my pubis and my coccyx. Any font and color you want to make it.”

  He wants me to tattoo my initial above his dick. My heart starts to race, because I want to do it. I really want to do it, but I need to make sure he’s sure about what he wants.

  “You know tattoos are permanent.”

  “You can tattoo your whole name there if you want. I just thought your initial was kind of cool.”

  “We’re not even together right now.”

  He frowns then. “After your burst into Reina’s office to defend me earlier, I thought we had a chance. I want the tattoo either way, though. My feelings for you aren’t going to change.”

  “We totally have a chance. We need to talk about a lot of things, and you can’t ever lie to me again, but I want to be with you.”

  “Then do what you want with me,” he says, dropping his shorts and briefs to stand naked in front of me.

  I run over to close and lock the door before everyone else here sees his ass and I have to fight them off. “Did you forget the door was open?”

  “No,” he says with a shrug. “It’s just my body. I don’t care who sees it.”

  “What if I care?”

  “Then you’ll be the only one to see it.”

  “Good answer.” I walk around and look at him, surprised when I see the smooth patch of skin waiting for me. “You shaved yourself?”

  “I wasn’t sure how much you’d want to touch me.”

  I need to stop swooning, especially if I’m going to tattoo him. “Get up on my chair.”

  He does as I ask, and I lay him flat down, before walking back over to my desk. I grab some gloves, and a tattoo marker, walking back over to him with it. He smiles when he sees it in my hand.

  “You’re going to do it in your handwriting?”

  “You said I could do what I want.”

  “I did, and I love it.”

  “Good, because that’s what you’re getting.”

  “Are you going to tell me what color?”

  “Nope. I want it to be a surprise. Now lie still so I can do this right.”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  I put on the gloves, and pull his skin tight so I can write it the way I want. Stepping back, I smirk at him, and point to where his cock is saluting me. “I think he approves.”

  “You’re a wicked woman.”

  “Don’t act surprised.”

  “Oh, I’m not. I love it.”

  “Enough to give me a ride home on your bike later?” I ask as I get everything ready.

  “I wouldn’t have brought you a helmet if I didn’t plan on making that happen.”

  “This is going to hurt,” I tell him honestly, “but if you keep saying things like that, I might kiss around it and make it better.”

  “After we talk, you can do whatever you want to me.”

  “You keep saying that.”

  “I mean it.”

  “I believe you,” I say, putting the gun to his skin.

  He grits his teeth, and utters a few cuss words as I work, but whenever I stop to look at him, he smiles at me and nods. It doesn’t take long to finish, even though I make it two colors. Once I’m done, I bring him a mirror and show him what it looks like.

  “It’s perfect,” he says. “Coral and light blue for the outfits I bought you?”

  “Yes.”

  “I want to kiss you so bad, Matisse. Just one kiss.”

  I lean over and kiss him lightly on the lips. “I need to wrap it up and give you your care instructions.”

  “Okay. Thank you.”

  I know he means for the kiss as well as the tattoo. “You’re welcome.”

  Once he’s all set, I lead him back out front. I hand over the paperwork as he takes out his wallet. Silly doctor. “How much do I owe?”

  “You don’t actually think I’m going to let you pay when I just tattooed my initial on you.”

  “You’re certainly not going to pay for it.”

  “I can give away a free one every month.”

  “Oh, well, thanks.”

  “You keep thanking me and I’ll start feeling self-conscious.”

  “I happen to be rather thankful for you.”

  “Same, Doc. Same.”

  He waits in the lobby while I work on my last client of the night. I look out once and see him reading, which is totally adorable. I’m still in awe of him actually letting me tattoo him, and I can’t wait to show him the tattoo I got from Zane earlier today. It’s not an initial, but I hope he likes it just as much as I love that ‘M.’

  Chapter 25

  Matisse

  I’m forced to unwrap my arms from around Kendrick when he pulls into his parking spot. “I loved that,” I tell him, taking my helmet off. “Can you give me a ride to work every day?”

  “Only when you’re in shorts or pants. I don’t want you accidentally flashing anyone.”

  “I can always bring clothes with me to change into.”

  “Deal.”

  We hold hands as we walk to the elevator. It feels right, and good. “Your place or mine?”

  “Mine. If that’s okay.”

  “It is.”

  I walk with him into the kitchen when we get inside, grabbing a drink for myself while he pulls a tray of cheese and fruit out for us to share. “I thought you might be hungry after work.”

  “I might just keep you, Kendrick.”

  “That’s the plan.”

  We sit down, facing one another on his biggest couch, the tray in between us. He takes my hand in his as he looks me in the eye. “You know what your heard, and what Waverly told you, but that’s not the whole story. What I’m about to tell you is everything. Every single thing I never wanted to say out loud before.”

  He spends the next hour telling me his whole story, and how it intertwined with Waverly’s. Hearing it from his point of view gives me even more insight on what he went through, and what he’s been running from for so long. I see his pain when he tells me about how his parents combined their hotels with what Klas was doing, and his shame at taking the money he needed to save Waverly. He feels guilty for not saving more people, and when I see it overwhelming him, I reach out to kiss his hand.

  “Thank you,” I tell him when he’s finished. Now it’s my turn.

  I let him know about how I knew I had to mobilize the women in the container to fight, or I was never going to be seen again. I also tell him about being scared and how my therapist, and Nate have been helping me. Ellie’s reached out as well, but she’s had her hands full with the women and children from the container. I explain how hearing Waverly tell us about what happened made me so proud of him, and so in awe of her.

  “I knew after hearing her talk that I forgave you for what you did. Just being in that container for a couple of hours was scary, so I can’t imagine her doing it for so many years. Waverly said you were definitely coming back from Africa, and I was hoping you’d still want me.”

  “You don’t ever have to worry about that.”

  “The video showed me you loved me.”

  “I do. I was going to do whatever I had to in order to find you, and keep you safe. I know it’s going to take some time for you to feel that way again, and I’m glad you’re getting help dealing with your feelings. I’ll be here for whatever you need from me.”


  “I know you understand because you went through it with Waverly.”

  He nods. “It was many years ago, but I’ll never forget waking up to her crying at night, scared that someone would come and take her away.”

  “Did you stay with her at night?”

  “No. If I was found in her room, it would’ve been worse for her. She’d have been punished for allowing me near her.”

  “And you?”

  “I would’ve been scolded with a smile.”

  “That’s so horrible.”

  “It is,” he agrees.

  “Can I stay here with you tonight?”

  “You don’t ever have to ask that, Matisse. My home is yours, as is everything I have. In fact, I hope you can come back to Africa with me in a few months.”

  “I’d love that.”

  “Good. In the meantime, I have some things for you.”

  He goes into his bedroom and comes back with a wheeled suitcase, laying it across the steamer trunk he uses as a coffee table. Once he opens it, I see that it’s filled with fabric, jewelry, handmade dolls, and little figurines.

  “What’s mine?”

  “All of it,” he says, looking sheepish. “I kept seeing things I thought you’d like everywhere I went.”

  “You need to stop spoiling me, Doc.”

  “I can assure you that’s never going to happen.”

  I reach out to grab one of the cloth dolls, holding it close to my chest. “I want to stay up and talk to you more, but this has been an emotionally trying day.”

  “We can go to bed now. Would you like something to sleep in?”

  “I could just sleep naked.”

  “We won’t be doing any more talking if you do that.”

  “Where is Motorcycle Doctor when I need him? He’d be happy to tie me up, and fuck me.”

  “There’s only one of us, Tees. Just different sides to the same guy, and trust me, all of us would love to do that.”

  “I know you’re trying to show me you respect me, but I know that already.”

  “Good, then you’ll understand why I want to just hold you tonight. I’ll grab you a shirt, and you can get ready for bed. Please let me do this for you—for us—tonight.”

  “Fine.” I do love him doing this for me, but it’s all making me want him even more. Tomorrow, it’s going down.

  “Thank you.”

  * * *

  Kendrick

  Matisse and I talked over breakfast in bed this morning, and I know we’re in a good place. We rode into work on my bike, but went our separate ways once we got inside. I’ve been busy with all-day meetings for the upcoming missions, so I missed out on having lunch with her. I’m on-call tonight, so I’m ready to go home. I just need to stop by my office and find my girl.

  When I walk inside, I see that Matisse has found me instead. She’s on my desk, wearing only one of my lab coats and the shoes I bought her. I close and lock the door, and start to call out commands to turn everything off when she stops me.

  “Ainsley already did it for me.”

  “She’s a good friend,” I say, stopping in front of her.

  “She is.”

  Matisse gets to her knees on the desk, and pushes my jacket off. I stand there and let her take every piece of clothing off me, only moving to take off my shoes and socks for her. She smiles at me as she removes the bandage covering my tattoo.

  Once I’m completely bare, I reach for the top button of the lab coat. She leans back on her hands as I move lower, and lower. I spread the sides apart and mutter a curse at the new tattoo on her chest. A stethoscope winds around from one breast to the other, cupping her like my hands love to do.

  “Fuck, that’s hot.”

  “Zane did it for me yesterday.”

  If it was any other guy, I’d be a little upset, even though it’s for me. Zane is fully committed to Quinn, and completely professional, so I know it was just another job to him. I think of something, though. I want to touch her so bad, but I know I can’t, and I also know she should still have the tattoo covered up. She’s showing It for me, and damn, if I don’t appreciate the fuck out of that.

  “I love it.”

  “Good. Now tie me up, please.”

  “Your wish is my command,” I tell her, reaching behind her to open the top drawer and grab what she wants.

  “Oh no, Doc. This is the point where you start issuing the orders.”

  Thank God she’s real, because Matisse Kingston is better than anything I could dream up. “Get off the desk and turn around,” I tell her.

  She hops off and gives me her back. I pull her arms behind her, and wrap her wrist up, tying them tight enough to stay, but not to hurt her. I tug on them, and then turn her around. Grabbing a pillow from the couch, I drop it to the floor, and push her down until she’s kneeling on it.

  “Suck me deep.”

  She wraps her lips around my cock and sucks me in until I hit the back of her throat.

  “Good girl.”

  It’s so damn hot watching her pump me in and out of her red lips, and I’m coming hard within minutes. Once I can see again, I pull her to her feet and turn her around again.

  “Yes.”

  “No,” I say, untying her.

  “What are you doing?” she asks turning to look at me.

  “I can only let you have part of your fantasy right now, Tees.”

  “You didn’t like it?”

  “I loved it. You can surprise me in here anytime you want. Just putting that out there,” I tell her as I turn her over and grab some tissues to clean us both up with.

  “I seem to remember you being upset last time I surprised you in here.”

  “I was a young fool.”

  “It was just over two weeks ago.”

  “I’ve broadened my horizons, and unleashed my real self in that time.”

  “So why are we stopping?”

  “I want to take you home and make love to you on that sexy bed of yours. I love hard and rough as much as you do, but that’s not what I want tonight.”

  “I loved it when you were sweet and slow that one time.”

  “That’s what I need tonight. I need to cherish you.”

  “Every time I’m with you, I feel cherished, but let’s go home so you can love me softly.”

  We ride my bike home, and I carry her through the door of her apartment and into her bedroom. When I place her on her feet, she starts undressing. There’s one more thing I’d like. So I stop her.

  “Can you put on your black corset?”

  “Which one?”

  “You have more than one?”

  “I do.”

  “Oh. There was one on the floor when I carried you in here after the party.”

  “Ah, gotcha. I’ll be back.”

  She disappears into her closet while I get undressed again. I pull down her comforter and get comfortable as I wait for her. She doesn’t disappoint, walking out in the corset I saw with stockings attached to the garters, but nothing else on.

  “Fuck.”

  “How do you want me?”

  “Looking like that? You need to ride me.”

  “I can do that.”

  She climbs over me, and slides slowly down my length. I grip her hips and start us on a slow rhythm. Her head falls back as I move my hands in so my thumbs can both play with her clit.

  “Push the cups down and let me see you play with your nipples.”

  She does it, circling and pinching as I alternate my slow thrusts with grinding her down on me. “Oh God, you feel so good inside of me.”

  “Just good?” I ask lifting my hips so my thrusts take me deeper.

  “Amazing. Earth-shattering. Fuuckk!” she yells as I feel her clamp down around me.

  I step up the pace a little and pull her down so I can take her nipples in my mouth now. The both get some attention as she moves faster on me, bringing us both over once again. It’s just as perfect as it always is, and I hold her tight to me as she
kisses my chest.

  “I hate to say this, but I have to sleep for a couple of hours before going in to work tonight.”

  “I’ll miss you, but I’ll be okay,” she tells me.

  “You can stay at my place if you want. I’ll come cuddle with you when I get home.”

  “I’d like that.”

  “Me too.”

  “Do you want to go out tomorrow or stay in?”

  “I’d love to do either one, but I can’t.”

  “Oh. I shouldn’t have assumed.”

  “Yes, you should’ve. You always have first dibs on my nights off. Tomorrow is not one of them, unfortunately.”

  “You’re usually not on-call two nights in a row.”

  “I won’t be at the hospital. I have to watch the babies tomorrow tonight.”

  “I thought it was Stella’s turn.”

  “It was until Nate suggested I take all shifts for the next month as my punishment for lying.”

  “Seriously?” she asks as she bursts out laughing.

  “Yes. Wanna help?”

  “No way. I love you, Doc, but watching two babies is more than I’m prepared for.”

  “We could split the work if there’s two of us, and I could use my tongue on you when they’re sleeping.”

  “You know, I’ve changed my mind. I think babysitting could become my favorite thing.”

  “I knew you’d see it my way, and I love you, too.”

  I kiss her hard before closing my eyes. The sun it setting through her windows; and although we’re in bed, I feel like we’re riding off into it. With Matisse, the possibilities for a “Happily Ever After” are endless.

  Epilogue

  Waverly

  As punishments go, mine could’ve been a lot worse. It also could’ve been better, but guarding an egotistical swimmer from some crazed fans shouldn’t be too much of a problem. I’ll do my job, and stay in the background, where I’m honestly more comfortable. Or at least that’s the plan until I walk into Reina’s office.

  “Hello, Waverly.”

  “Hi,” I say, smiling at her and the man seated at her small conference table with her.

  The swimmer is standing at the window, texting, tweeting, or doing whatever it is he does when he’s not in the pool. I know who he is because you can’t live in this country, and not know. Knox Edwards, “The Boy Wonder in the Water.” His skill in the water is legendary—as are his charm, and smile, out of it.