Chapter Four
Surely he didn’t mean his…
She glanced at his pants and her mouth went dry. His thick erection strained the front of his jeans. Her knees went weak and it took all her strength to remain standing. It would have been smart to take a step back, but she didn’t want to move away. She wanted to feel him. Taste him. Those wants should have scared her but they didn’t.
Kyle’s face flashed in her mind. Picturing his handsome profile forced her hands to her sides. She’d forgotten who she was dealing with, and who she might hurt.
Apprehension bubbled up inside her. Scott was flirting with her. Aroused by her? But he was involved with someone else.
What kind of person did that make him?
What kind of person did that make her for liking it?
“Will these be the same size rings as mine?” she asked, gesturing at his chest again. This time she didn’t touch him, even though she ached to reach for him once more.
“No, the ring is the same gauge, but I’ll put smaller rings in your nipples. I have a feeling they’re going to be small and sweet. The ring size will match your body perfectly when I get through with them.”
She glanced up and caught him focused on her mouth. She retreated a step, somehow heightening the intense connection they shared in the small space. She was almost positive he’d been about to kiss her. But that couldn’t be right since he was involved with Kyle. They had been obviously quite into each other.
“Where do you want me?” she asked, trying to regain some kind of composure.
He answered as he stalked toward her, “Anywhere I can have you, sweetheart.”
She retreated until her knees gave out and she sank onto the padded chair. She was extremely thankful for the support, but she didn’t want to be weak in front of him.
Scott towered over her, crowding in close until the faint scent of Axe Phoenix cologne filled her head. Her heartbeat thumped against her ribs, making her short of breath.
“Shirt. Off.”
His clipped words should have made her feel small, afraid. The pulsing arousal liquefying her core told her otherwise.
He hovered, probably expecting her to spook. She hadn’t come this far to panic. She unbuttoned her blouse with shaky fingers, and he finally stepped away, apparently satisfied she was going to go through with it. He washed his hands, snagging a pair of the black vinyl gloves he’d laid on the counter earlier. He rolled the tray beside her and started opening plastic packages.
Silence crackled, charging the air with an intimacy she didn’t expect or understand.
Getting the piercing was her only goal that night. Scott doing it was part of her master plan because of what she needed from him later. But the logistics, the feelings behind it were so very different than what she’d expected.
“Which one are we doing first?” he asked. His attention seared the vee of flesh exposed by each button she released.
Her blouse still hung on her shoulders but was open to her narrow waist.
“The right one.” A thin belt held her clothing in place. Not wanting any reason to remove her shirt, she’d specifically worn a front-clasp bra. It was black lace and see-through, which hadn’t entered her mind, nor had it been particularly important until Scott eyed it.
“Are you shy, Haleigh? I get that you’re a virgin, but does that mean no one has been privileged enough to see your breasts either?”
She snorted as she shrugged the blouse from her right shoulder and unsnapped the bra. “Oh, plenty of people have seen my breasts.”
He opened his mouth to say something else but she exposed the right side of her chest, clutching her bra and shirt firmly on the other side. It plumped the flesh toward the middle, making a small amount of cleavage she’d never thought was very pretty. Her nipple was small and tight, a shade of dusty mauve. The bud grew tighter. It contracted under the A/C vent and Scott’s intent focus.
“Nice,” he complimented, looking up at her face. “I’ve seen quite a bit over the past several years and yours are…very nice.”
“Thank you,” she answered softly, lowering her lashes. Relief swamped her. She sagged against the chair, leaning back at a slight angle.
The flat of his tongue lashed across her sensitive nipple. She arched, then panicked, pushing him away. Her fingers slid over his warm flesh, stopping over his heart. It pounded beneath her palm, warming her inside where she’d been so cold.
“What are you doing?” She wanted it to sound angry, but arousal changed it to a breathy inquiry.
“I have to taste you. Cup your breast for me, Haleigh. Present it to me. Listen to what your body is demanding of us both.”
“I don’t need anything from you.” She needed him to believe it. She ached for him to hear the lie.
He brushed her thigh, planting his knuckles on the chair beside her. He pushed against her hand, crowding in close.
“Take a bite of the apple, little girl. It’ll blow your mind.”
His gaze enticed her. His musky scent drew her in. His thumb stroking her thigh beneath her skirt was her undoing.
Time stopped, along with her ability to think. She scratched his chest as she slowly drew her nails along the flesh. His growl shimmied through her, dragging an answering moan from somewhere inside that she’d never set free. She cupped her breast, offering herself to him, but he just stood there.
She blinked up at him, and he was staring at her. Inside her.
“Invite me to sample your body and give you pleasure. Ask me to lick it.” He blew across her moist nipple and she whimpered. His knuckles stroked the skin of her leg, dragging her further under his blanket of seduction.
She chewed on her lips, trying to find a way to refuse but couldn’t. “Please lick me.” Blood whooshed in her ears, blocking everything out but him.
“Address me properly.”
She swallowed, trying to understand. “Please lick me, Sco—”
“Sir. Please lick me, Sir.”
He didn’t explain. She didn’t care. He hovered over her nipple and she would have done anything he asked of her. She was scared, and for once, it didn’t matter. “Please…Sir.”
He covered her nipple with his mouth. He didn’t lap at it or play with it with the tip of his tongue like the boys in college had done. He made love to her breast. He licked the tip, getting it good and wet, sucking most of her breast into the hot recess of his mouth. He nipped and bit until she squirmed in the chair. Her skirt worked its way up as she moved and she just couldn’t find it in her sex-starved brain to care.
“Just to make sure they’re good and tight, princess.” He spoke against her flesh as he continued to work her with his mouth. “I want your rings to be perfect.”
Everything was so intense, and she nearly wept with relief when he gave her something to focus on. “I didn’t know…this was part…of the piercing procedure.”
“Maybe I should make a handout,” he added with a chuckle, licking her again, sucking her nipple into his mouth. He bit her gently with his teeth, working her with his lips.
Her low moan split the intimate space they shared and he chuckled against the side of her breast. His cocky attitude should have made her mad. All it did was make her wet. “And you should probably charge more…like a million dollars or something.”
He tongued her tight bud one more time, then he was gone.
She ached with need. She squeezed her breast, thumbing some of the moisture. All she wanted to do was suck it into her mouth and taste him. She wanted some part of him inside her. Any part of him. Her mind wouldn’t focus, so she closed her eyes, relaxing her head at the same time against the chair.
More plastic was ripped opened, and she became aware of Scott talking to her as he lowered the back on the chair until it was flat like a table, but she just couldn’t concentrate. Her heart raced, beating wildly in hot moist places that hadn’t fully come to life before now. The walls of her pussy contracted, tightening on nothing, demonstr
ating just how empty her body was.
“Princess. Look at me.”
Haleigh complied, but sluggishly. His face was poised directly above her. He brushed her cheek with his knuckles and she stared up at him.
“Good girl. You’re going to focus on me the entire time. I’m going to tell you everything I’m going to do, but no matter what, you will watch my face. Understand?” He waited until she nodded to continue. “I need you to move your arm out of the way so I can get closer to you. The first thing I’m going to do is wipe down your tit with an alcohol pad. It will be cold and wet, but it won’t hurt. It’s used as an antiseptic and normally it makes your nipple stiff, which is what is needed. I already took care of the hard part.”
Pride filled his voice and he reached over to the tray. She lifted her elbow, inadvertently brushing his erection. They groaned and she twined two of her fingers in one of his belt loops, holding on to him.
“Fuck, that blush is gonna be the death of me,” he cursed. The cold alcohol pad shocked her nerve endings. She almost cried out but clenched her jaw to keep the noise trapped inside.
“I’m going to mark your nipple to make sure the piercing is straight and at the exact place where your nipple meets your areola. I use a skin marking pen. It’ll wash away within two weeks, and it’s also an antiseptic that will keep the needle and jewelry clean on the way in.”
There was only a whisper of sensation and then Scott snagged something else on his tray. She caught the flash of metal from the corner of her eye, but she watched his face, never letting her gaze wander.
“Time for the clamp that will hold your nipple in place.” Her nipples had never been very sensitive, but the cold clamp made her gasp. He applied pressure, making her womb clench. She panted and rubbed her legs together. Panic tried to dig its familiar claws in but she wouldn’t let it get a hold of her this time.
Scott growled with a dark voice laced with hunger. “Your nipple in a clamp is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.” She watched him change from hungry to predatory. “I’m going to pierce you on the count of three, princess. It will be over faster than you can say F U. Ready?” Scott asked as he stared at her, inside her. She lost his face from view for only the time it took her to blink.
“I trust you,” she whispered. It was true and frightening. She needed to touch him. He was a man she’d met less than two hours ago, but everything she wanted to be was wrapped up in this space of time. She was on the verge of something monumental and all she could do was try to suck in mouthfuls of air. In, out. Evenly. Unhurried. She traced tight circles on his side with her thumb.
The contact was simple, but it was enough.
“One…” Scott said, as he grabbed what he needed to pierce her. “Two…” He counted, laying his other hand on her chest. She was sure he was lining up the piercing blade needle against her clamped nipple. He looked up and winked at her before focusing on her breast again. “Three…”
Her mouth opened and her back arched. A keening cry she had no idea she could make broke her wide open. The sweetest fire licked from her nipple straight to her pussy and the entire world, outside the walls of their private sanctuary, ceased to exist…
Scott released the clamp, leaving the piercing blade in place so he could grab the ring and surgical forceps he would need to place it. He was ready to reassure her, since she’d cried out in pain though he’d never handheld anyone before. He was stupefied by what had come over him with this little blonde pixie.
He’d never licked anyone in this room, much less made them offer themselves to him. Never once had he crossed the line between owner and client. Until her. He opened his mouth to speak but it died on his tongue. Her pupils were dilated. Her breathing heavy.
Fucking hell.
He had completely misread her cry.
It wasn’t pain, but pleasure she had cried out from. And if she wasn’t on the hairy edge of one hell of an orgasm he would surrender his Dom card at the door. She was moving in the chair, subconsciously trying to find enough pressure for her clit to send her over as he lined up the ring on one side of her nipple.
“I’m going to position the ring, Haleigh. It’s going to pinch while I move it into place. Stay still. Answer me.”
“Yes, Sir.”
It floated to him across the space separating them, making him want to claim her. His dick jumped up, fully ready to get on board with that plan.
A slight moan followed her sweet words. He glanced at her, noticing her lids had closed at some point. He’d punish her for it later when she better understood the rules.
She didn’t realize it yet but he’d already staked a claim on her. One he had every intention of collecting.
Even without sight she was still connected to him by the death grip she had on his waist. He could feel her fingernails digging half-moons into his skin, and he would wear them proudly for as long they lasted.
He’d been a Dom for long enough to know a natural submissive when he saw one, and by the looks of it, a hardcore masochist had just been born.
With practiced movements, he simultaneously removed the blade from her cherry-red nipple and rotated the stainless steel ring into place. Haleigh cried out again, but in renewed frustration instead of fulfillment. The flesh on her flat tummy went completely taut. She arched away from the chair again.
It took him mere seconds to position the ball in place to complete her ring. He shoved the tray out of the way behind him, ripping the latex gloves off and throwing them toward the trash.
He didn’t waste time working her skirt off since it had a zipper and button, not to mention the belt to contend with. He worked the material up her legs, revealing her shapely thighs and a sheer thong that matched her bra. His erection grew, stiffening as all the blood drained to his dick.
“Raise your hips.”
“I ache.”
He helped her lift her ass so he could draw the small scrap of fabric away. He gawked at her pussy as he peeled the satin from her dewy flesh. The material clung for a moment to her moist lips and he could smell her addicting musk. It smelled like heaven. He whisked her panties off, tossing them to the floor.
“What’s wrong with me?” he heard her ask on another moan.
Realization slammed him in the back of the head. She’d never had an orgasm before.
“Not a damn thing. You got aroused when I pierced you and I’m going to make sure you don’t hurt anymore. Spread your legs,” he commanded.
She revealed the wet center of her body, and he fell in complete lust with her. She submitted so naturally she blew his mind.
He ran his hand up her leg from knee to pussy and just held her between her thighs. The heat pouring off her sex was liable to catch them both on fire if he wasn’t careful.
She wasn’t shaved, but trimmed nicely, and he relished the idea of watching Kyle shave her bare.
“I’m going to eat your pussy,” he confessed as he gathered her wetness to use as lubrication.
“But—”
“No buts, princess. I’m going to eat it, and drown myself in it, but right now I’m going to watch you fall apart.”
He didn’t give her any time to stop him. Death couldn’t have stopped him. He was too far gone. Her inner lips slid along his hand. The heel of his palm ground against her clit, making her shift on the table. He was so jacked up it was all he could do to keep his fingers, and his dick, to himself. All he wanted to do was shove something inside and test how wet she was. His junk stood at attention, volunteering for the time when he finally flipped his conscience the bird and took what he wanted from her. Quickly he shook his head, trying to clear it.
She made little mewling noises in time with his forceful caresses and he didn’t go any farther than her virginity allowed. He had plans for that, but giving her what might be her very first orgasm was going to be his pleasure.
Haleigh still clutched her shirt and bra to her chest though he was certain she totally forgot it was there. He would m
uch rather have her completely naked and ready to take all the pleasure he wanted to bestow on her beautiful body, but she was already fast approaching the moment of no return. He settled his other palm on her stomach, holding her in place. She writhed on the table, latching onto his wrist.
At first he thought she was going to stop him, but he heard her say, “Please, Sir…please.”
With a slight flick of his wrist, he brushed his thumb across her anus, smearing wetness around her tight hole.
He screwed the tip of one wet finger inside her ass, ratcheting up her pleasure even more. The hand on her belly slithered to the top of her mound, pulling the tiny hood away from her clit, exposing the tense little bundle of nerves.
Her feet twitched as he pushed against her natural resistance, and he knew she was going to be his.
“Come, princess,” he ordered, roughly sucking her clit into his mouth.
The climax took her by surprise, she shouted, and he watched all reason fall away from her brain. The pleasure swamped her, making his heart pound against his ribs. The entrance to her pussy tightened over and over, trying to clamp onto him, but he continued thrusting shallowly inside her tight ass, which was sucking him in as she came. Moisture from her sweet pussy coated his hand, along with the insides of her thighs.
He released the suction he had on her clit and let her pussy lips slide from his mouth. He finally removed his lucky finger from her clenching rear, making her legs twitch and shake.
She floated down from one of the most amazing orgasms he’d ever given, and he noticed he was petting her breast near the piercing.
Feeling her silky skin was as important as breathing, and he couldn’t convince his arm to retract. He grazed his thumb over her clit, which elicited another tiny whimper. Her inner muscles spasmed, taunting him with the what-ifs.
Her skirt was bunched up at her waist, her legs spread barely enough for him to see her pussy juice glistening on her labia. He teased her opening over and over again. Her hair was messy around her head, after coming free from the little hair clip she wore. Satisfied female peeked up at him with glassy eyes.
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