Epilogue
Sebastian
Six months later…
A year ago, if you’d asked where I saw myself today, I would’ve said back in Portland with Mason.
I would’ve still been working for S.H.A.D.E.
, hunting serial killers like the animals they were and cleaning blood off my sneakers.
Mason and I would probably be trying for baby number two—That way I could keep her barefoot, pregnant, and irrevocably bound to me.
In no universe did I picture myself staying in Hartwood, much less shelving years of college and criminology degrees in favor of a piercing apprenticeship at my brother’s shop.
Once things with Mason coming home calmed down, Cameron and I had a serious talk about what our relationship needed to look like if we were going to be partners rather than…
whatever we were . His parameters were clear, I needed to find a job where I didn’t kill people, and I needed to get medicated for whatever the fuck was going on in my head.
He said weed wasn’t enough, and while I disagreed, I wanted us to work.
That’s how I ended up with a cocktail of pills and a downgrade in careers.
If my mom knew about anything I was doing in Hartwood, she’d be ashamed of me.
Hell, I should have been mortified . Not only was I belittling my intelligence by poking holes in people for a living, but all the little parts of me I’d tried to hide for years had come to the surface.
But, I wasn’t ashamed, or even a little embarrassed… I was happy .
It was nice to come home after work and not have nightmares. More than that, I got to come home to partners who loved me and a child who adored me.
Sure, the shop wasn’t glamorous. Fuck, most my days were spent sterilizing tools until my eyes burned or shoving needles into a silicone ear while my mentor, a middle aged man named Austyn, rolled his eyes. But… There was something therapeutic about it.
I’d done almost all my piercings at home, in my bathroom, with nothing but the mirror, a hollow needle, a reference photo, and a dream .
Back then, it was a way for me to have complete and utter control of my body, a slight form of rebellion against my family, or, in some cases, a way to make sure that Alex didn’t touch my dick after I said no .
Now… It felt like I was one step closer to helping people. Like I could be the first step in someone reclaiming their body for themselves.
I’d started doing piercings under Austyn’s supervision this month.
Nothing crazy, just ears and nostrils, but I loved it .
And, much like everything else I did, I was quite good.
That’s why I’d finally gathered the courage to ask someone I cared about to be my first official piercing–well, excluding silicone body parts and strangers.
At first, I tried to get Cameron to let me pierce his ears, but he said I wasn’t allowed to go anywhere near him with a needle, which was rude… But, Mason was down.
And, that was how I ended up with two visitors in my part of the shop.
I glanced over my shoulder to see Mason perched in my chair. Her legs swung like a bored child, but the tightness in her expression hinted at nervousness she was hiding. Cameron stood behind her, hands rested on her shoulders.
I cleared my throat as I turned back to my station and grabbed a few things for the occasion–pre-sterilized needles, alcohol wipes, antiseptic, and of course the studs Mason had picked for her ears.
I turned back to them, placing my stuff on the lined tray beside the chair, nearly dropping everything in the process .
Twenty five. That’s how many piercings I’d done on myself, and I’d done at least another fifteen under Austyn’s guidance. But, without his guidance, it felt like I was about to fuck up my girlfriend.
I exhaled a steadying breath, double checking to make sure I had everything . That’s when Mason distracted me.
“Does it hurt?” she asked, tipping her head.
I jerked back at her question, my gaze falling to the technicolor cosmos etched into her arms. Was she serious ? My eyes flicked to Camerons, and he seemed just as confused as I was, just for a different reason.
“Sweetpea, you had a baby seven months ago… I’m pretty sure that hurts worse,” he said, softly squeezing her shoulders.
“Also–you like pain.” I gestured toward her as I spoke.
The dark, flowy material of her sundress did a good job hiding the evidence of our escapades, but everyone in this room knew Mason was a freak .
Her porcelain skin was marred with teeth marks, bruises, and rope burn, each of which had been inflicted from a different lover.
The only one who didn’t get off on being rough with Mason was Sophia–and that’s because she preferred to watch us do it.
“...Yeah. But that’s sexual,” she argued.
My fingers met my temple as I closed my eyes. Was she genuinely scared? Or was this just her being a brat . When I looked at her once more, her thighs were pressed together, and her eyes pinned on mine. The expectant smile on her lips let me know she’d brought her idea of foreplay to my work.
I grumbled out a breath as I mulled over my next choices.
A responsible piercer would have told Mason to get out of the chair and go home…
But, I wasn't in the habit of telling my Princess no. The more I spoiled her, the more defiant she became with Lucian, and that meant it’d be dumb for me to stop.
“Sweetpea, you don’t gotta let him practice on you,” Cameron soothed.
She melted into him with a smile, but I wasn’t having it.
“Nope, play stupid games, win stupid prizes.” I stomped toward the black curtain separating my cubical from the rest of the office.
“ You know better than to call her stupid ,” Cameron warned .
A rush of blood flooded my cock, causing it to twitch against my zipper. Somehow the knowledge that I’d be in trouble when I got home made this better. That’s why I ignored him, if I was going to get punished, I wanted to make sure it was worth it.
I poked my head out of the doorway, scanning the area.
Austyn was smoking, and from the corner of my eyes I could see Lucian and Sera talking up front.
She placed her arm on his bicep, an action he seemed to ignore.
I could have let him know he was in fact being watched, but if he wanted to flirt with a twenty year old while his wife was fifteen feet away, fuck him .
My back straightened as I pulled the curtain shut before going to change my gloves. I pulled the fresh black latex on, snapping the cuff before walking back over to them.
“This is your first piercing, right?” I asked, doing my best to remember the spiel Austyn has taught me.
A flush crept into Mason’s cheeks as she nodded. I smirked, reaching up to cup her chin. This was probably a sanitation violation, but Mason wasn’t an actual client. She was a little slut who needed to remember her place.
“All you need to do is stay still, let me do the rest,” I rasped, leaning in to kiss her forehead before standing to my full height.
My shadow danced across her as I undid my belt.
“Is this what your mentor’s been teachin’ you? ” Cameron asked somewhat defensively.
After everything that happened last year, he was just as protective over me as he was Mason.
“Not at all… but, I know that stimulation is great for pain suppression, and I want to make sure my beautiful girl is as comfortable as possible.” I popped my jeans open before letting them pool around my ankles.
Mason’s mismatched eyes widened as they flickered to my cock. I reached forward, smoothing the frizz of her midnight colored hair. “What’s wrong princess? You’ve had me at least a hundred times. ”
Her tongue swiped across her lips as her chest lowered with a breath. Her eyes danced toward the nearby metal tray. I reached over, grabbing the individually packaged eighteen gauge needle.
Flipping it over, I showed her the back.
“As you can see, this is completely sterile, unused, and it’s still in date,” I explained, peeling the paper backing off as I spoke.
The air shifted as Cameron walked around, placing his hands on my bare hips. I stiffened, shooting him a glance over my shoulder.
“What?” he drawled, pressing himself against me. The heat of his body infested mine, causing my breathing to stutter. “I just wanna see what you do.”
A dizzy tingle crept over me as I nodded. My stomach always fluttered when Cameron was near, that was just the effect he had on me… but, as my dick stood at attention like a soldier, I knew he was thinking what I was.
I swallowed hard, as I pressed the needle against Mason’s ear. “Take a deep breath for me.”
“Hold on a minute,” Cameron whispered.
He reached around me, pushing Mason’s dress up just enough to expose the lilac lace of her panties. Her eyes pinned on his as Cameron looped a finger around the gusset.
“Sweetpea, you’re gonna get dehydrated if you keep getting this wet for us,” he taunted before snapping the material with one quick yank.
Mason shivered as the cool air hit her. “I-I can’t help it.”
“Oh, I know you can’t,” he said as his hand slid to my dick. “Because you’re our good little girl, and you’re gonna to take him, and I’m gonna watch.”
I smirked as goose bumps ran down my spine. Cameron’s hand tightened around my shaft, the balls on my piercings rolling as he stroked from base to tip.
“You’re distracting me,” I whispered, shooting him a glare.
“Good,” he murmured against my neck as he pressed against me harder.
His cock twitched against my ass, and I forced in an unsteady breath before turning back to Mason.
“Take a deep breath, Princess,” I ordered.
She obeyed, her chest rising as she inhaled .
“Now, breathe out.”
Once again, she listened, and I pushed the needle through her lobe with one fluid motion. Her breath hitched, but my brave girl didn’t even flinch when I slid the jewelry in.
“That’s my good girl,” I leaned back just enough to admire my work.
Cameron’s hand lingered on my hip as I moved to grab the second needle. When I leaned over just slightly, his palm slid to cup my ass. Just as I went to ask what he was doing, Cameron rocked his hips against mine, causing me to tip forward just enough for my tip to brush Mason’s entrance.
I sunk my teeth into my lip as I fought against a moan. She was so fucking warm.
“You said she was a good girl. Reward her,” Cameron ordered.
“She still has another piercing to get through,” I reminded him.
“Don’t mean you can’t start now.” He laughed as he guided me into Mason.
My knees trembled as I slid into her, eliciting a gasp once she took my full length. My cheeks puffed with a breath as I pierced her second ear as quickly as I could. Once the jewelry was in, I didn’t have a chance to examine my work.
Cameron placed a hand between my shoulders, guiding my hands to the leather headrest of the chair. Once I was slightly bent over, he pressed his fingers against my ass. They were slick, and I assumed that came from spit.
There was a slight warmth in my ass as he inserted one digit followed by another. Part of me was tempted to protest, but as the flush from Mason’s cheeks traveled down her chest, I realized she was enjoying this far too much for me to stop. So, I closed my eyes and relaxed .
I groaned as he shifted from his fingers to slipping his cock inside me. I rocked forward, causing me to plunge into Mason. She gasped, her eyes widening as she gripped the leather arm rests.
“Now, remember, both of you gotta be quiet,” he warned, gesturing toward the curtain.
I swiped a tongue across my lips as I nodded. Cameron set the pace, his thrusts causing me to do the same into Mason. Her legs wrapped around the back of mine, and between the two of them, I was completely stuck .
Between the dull ache of his cock in my ass, and the tight, wet heat of Mason’s pussy, it was no surprise that I was the first to come undone.
My breathing stuttered as I gripped the chair, my knuckles balancing under the force.
My teeth sunk so far into my lip that I tasted copper as I filled her pretty cunt with so much cum that I felt it oozing out.
But, Cameron continued to rock against me, causing me to pound into Mason.
I’d already given her every drop of myself, and my dick was far too sensitive to be in this predicament.
Every thrust caused me to whimper, my knees threatening to buckle.
Cam reached around, toying with Mason’s clit as he continued to use me.
Mason’s orgasm came on like a seizure. It was an almost violent conclusion that caused her to clench around me, her eyes shutting as the ecstasy overwhelmed her.
Her first moan was deafening, and I had enough sense to shove my wrist into her mouth.
Her teeth sunk into my skin, causing me to yelp as her cries were muffled against my skin. Finally, it was Cameron’s turn.
He rammed into me one last time, pushing his hips flush against me. He grunted into my neck, and I tipped my head back in a piss poor attempt to catch my breath. Never in my life did I imagine having not one but two partners I loved as much as these two.
It took approximately twenty minutes for the three of us to collect ourselves enough to pretend that nothing happened.
And, after they were cleaned up and ready to go, I felt a little embarrassed about what had happened.
Cam called it “dom dropping”, but I was fairly certain the feeling came from busting a nut at work.
So, I waited until they had left the shop to exit my cubicle.
When I walked up front, Lucian and Sera were again too close for comfort . This time his chin rested on her shoulder as he looked at her sketchbook. My brow lowered, and I prepared to ask them what the fuck they were doing. But, as I stomped over to them, something in the window caught my eye.
Out front of the shop was a large black pick up truck, and while I didn’t know for sure, something in my gut told me I was being watched .