Chapter Thirty-Seven
Dominic
Watching her sated and content is almost as rewarding as getting her to this point. Almost. But now, I must wait due to my own actions. I was the jealous prick that marked her as mine, and now I’ve got to let her heal.
I frown and roll my seat backward. “Do you want your nipples pierced?”
She blinks as if she’s coming out of a haze. “What?”
“Nipples, pierced? Do you want me to do it? We need to be careful with your tattoo anyway.” I gather my supplies and swipe ointment over her red skin.
“How long does it take to heal?” She raises her head off the cushion.
“Six months.” I add a covering over the tattoo to ensure it stays safe from debris and sweat. A stinging tattoo is not the most pleasant experience.
Her mouth drops open. “Six months? We can’t have sex for six months? That’s not possible.” Her eyes narrow into slits as she glares at me. “We had sex a week after you tattooed me. Are you already tired of me?”
“Do I look like I’m tired of you?”
“Well, no, but….”
“We need to be careful for a few days with the tattoo. Mostly, we don’t want to press into your skin and cause you any pain.”
“Oh, okay.” That seems to mollify her and pleases me. I’m not going to lie. It gives me a big head that she loves having sex with me so much that the thought of abstinence is unacceptable. “Now, what about the nipple rings? Would we have to skip sex for six months?”
“No.” I shake my head and stroke my hand over her thigh. When we’re together, I can’t stop touching her. It’s like all the years of denial have made me a greedy, obsessed man. “Like with the tattoo, we’d need to be careful. But that wouldn’t eliminate sex. I just couldn’t play with your gorgeous tits for that long.” I smirk. “And neither can you.”
“Well…” She arches her eyebrows. “If you’re thinking about doing it today, you’d better get busy because you’re going to miss having your hands all over me.”
Her impish grin instantly hardens me. Like I’m going to pass up an opportunity. “You’re a dirty girl, and I love it.”
“Good.” She wiggles her hips as my gaze devours her. “I like being a dirty girl for you.”
“I know you do.” My voice is deep. I stand and run my hands over her, cupping her globes, testing their weight, kneading them, tweaking her nipples. “Do you like that?”
“Yes.”
“When you have rings, I’ll be able to pull on them, tightening the pressure until your pussy convulses.”
“Yes, please,” she whimpers and clamps her thighs together to ease the building pressure at her apex.
“If you’re a good girl, I’ll buy you a chain to make it feel even better.” I pinch her taut nipples–alternating between light and harder pressure.
“Yes, it feels so good.” Her face is flush as her eyes dilate with desire. For me.
“That’s my good girl. Now let’s see how much you like my mouth on your gorgeous tits.” I suck one into my mouth while kneading the other.
“It feels so good,” she pants and wiggles her hips harder. “It makes my pussy so wet. So slick. So needy for your cock.”
“Does it, baby?” I stare into her eyes as I repeatedly flick my tongue over her nipple.
“God, yes.”
“I wish I could.” Disappointment fills my soul. “But we need to wait.”
She climbs to a seated position as her bottom lip pops out. “That sucks.” Her eyes widen as a smile curves up her cheeks. “But….”
Before I can say a word, she’s on her knees and yanking my zipper down. She bites her bottom lip and exposes my hard shaft to the cool air. I shiver at the temperature change mixed with the expression of lust on her face.
She flicks her tongue along each of the bars, coating them with her spit and then tugs the top ring. I groan and grasp her head, digging into her skull. It takes everything I have not to lift her up, spin her around, and fuck her senseless.
“Be careful, baby.”
“Please.” She rolls her eyes and flicks her tongue along the seam, sliding in my desire and engulfing the head.
“Jesus.” She smiles as she takes me deeper, and the metal clanks against her teeth. I shudder and close my eyes. “If I don’t get control, it’ll be over before it starts.”
She hums her approval as if my weakness for her pleases her. When she takes me deeper and gags, my eyes fly open, and there’s nothing in the world that would stop me from having my way with her.
“Such a good fucking girl. Taking all of my dick.” I fuck her mouth while holding her head, shoving deeper down her throat with every lunge of my hips. Her eager gagging fills the space around us as tears wet the corners of her eyes and her nails dig into my hips.
Fuck. I’m an asshole. I pull back and swipe her cheeks. “I’m sorry.”
She shakes her head and climbs to her feet. “No. I want it. I want you fucking my mouth. Filling my pussy. Doing all the things that drive you crazy with need.” She licks her lips and cups my cheeks. “Put in for the contest.”
“What?”
“Put in for the contest. Your work is phenomenal, and if you don’t, I’ll submit it.”
“Hussy,” I growl. “I suppose Maverick told you to do this when I was weak.”
“No.” She smiles. “I came up with that one on my own.”
She stands on her tiptoes and kisses me until my knees are ready to give out while pumping my cock in her small hand. Her fingers dance and tug at the bars, taking me closer and then lightening her touch until my muscles are so tight I’m about to scream.
“Fine. I’ll do it.” I suck in a gasp as a shudder racks through my body. Her eyes dance with pleasure and power.
“That’s better.” She yanks my pants down to my thighs, turns on her heels, and displays her perfect ass to me with her elbows on the chair seat. “Fill me with that hard cock. Take me. Show me how much you love me.”
“I can’t. Your tattoo.”
She glares at me over her shoulder. “Now.”
“Yes, Ma’am.” In one thrust, I’m balls deep inside of her, fucking her like I’m possessed. Her gasps and whimpers fill the room as she meets me thrust for thrust.
“Your tight pussy looks so beautiful, taking every inch of me.” I slap her ass. “Squeezing and tugging on those bars. Begging to milk my cock.” Each sentence comes out in ragged pants as I fight for control. “Such a tight little cunt sucking me off.”
“Oh, God. Yes. Fuck me. Shit. Fuck. Fuck.” She crashes into an orgasm so strong that I’m unable to move in and out of her as the pressure of her walls clamping down on me is so intense.
“Fuck!” She convulses, and the pressure of her pussy against me relaxes for a second, giving me the room to move.
My balls ache as they bounce against her pussy. Fuck. Shit. Fuck. The words are lodged in my throat as I grunt and spasm inside of her. Squirt after squirt of cum shoots out of my dick as I lunge further inside of her, forcing my cum to stay inside her pussy.
She slumps with her face against the chair. “That was amazing.”
“Babe.” I swat her ass. But this time, she’s too exhausted to flinch. “You’re perfect.”
After I slip from inside of her, I cradle her in my arms, being careful to avoid pressure on her tattoo and settle on the chair. “But you’re a rotten minx.”
“Too bad.” She brushes her thumb over my jaw. “I want to see your drawings in an exhibit. You’re that good.”
“Thank you.” I bite my bottom lip to keep from getting emotional. Her support means more than anything to me. “I’ll do it. For you.”
“Good.” She winks. “Now, give me those piercings so I can start healing up. Because sex with you keeps getting better.”
I grab her chin and glare. “You won’t have anything else to compare it to, ever again. Understood?”
She smirks. “I suppose if I must.”
My woman is a brat. “Be careful, darlin’, you don’t want me to have to sign my name on both your breasts, your mouth, and every other body part to ensure nothing of mine gets touched or seen.”
“Don’t tempt me.” She laces her arms around my neck and presses her lips to mine.