Chapter 38
thirty-eight
My dick is so fucking hard right now, I can barely walk the twenty feet it takes to get back to work in one piece. The fact that Sasha asked me to pierce her nipples scrambled my brain so fucking bad, I actually booped her on the nose.
Booped. On the nose. Like she was some sort of cute little puppy.
Fuck’s sake.
I spend the next several hours going through the motions, trying to focus on my clients instead of the mental image plaguing my brain of Sasha’s perfect tits and how fucking awesome they’re going to look pierced.
“You good, man?” Ryder asks as I’m setting up for my next appointment.
“Of course.” I adjust my jeans for the thousandth time today. Every time my mind wanders to Sasha, I get hard all over again.
Claire shoots me suspicious looks all day, but doesn’t say anything as she brings me my next client. I’m grateful everyone is leaving me be for once.
The rest of the day crawls. By the time my last client leaves, I’ve managed to keep my composure pretty well, even though my brain has been going nuts with images of me clamping Sasha’s nipples and the sound of the gasp she’ll make when I push the needle through her virgin skin.
Twisted? Yup. Sadistic? Meh, maybe a little. But hot as fucking hell all the same.
“I’m heading out,” Claire calls from up front. “You need anything else?”
“Nah, I’m good,” I tell her, giving my station one last swipe. “Got some things to finish. Go home. I’ll lock up.”
“Alright. See you tomorrow.”
As soon as she’s gone, I start prepping. Fresh gloves, alcohol wipes, sterilized needles. Once that’s done, I head over to the display case, perusing the inventory until my gaze lands on the perfect set.
Slightly curved, the 18k rose gold nipple bars are adorned with diamonds embedded in the balls on either end. The contrast between the gold and her dusky nipples will look amazing.
At precisely ten after six, there’s a soft knock on the door. My stomach drops, and my dick hardens to the point of pain.
Taking a deep breath, I walk over, trying to get my shit together before I let her in.
The look on Sasha’s face is full of nervous excitement, when I open the door. Her hair is down, flowing over her shoulders in soft waves, and she’s wearing a white button-up and jeans.
“Hi,” she says, a little breathless.
“Hey, sweet cheeks.” I step aside to let her in, locking the door behind her. “You sure you’re ready for this?”
She nods, chewing on her bottom lip. “Yep.”
Placing my hand at the small of her back, I guide her over to my tattoo chair. “Have a seat. We need to go over a few things first.”
She sits, staring wide-eyed at the tools I’ve laid out like I’m about to perform invasive surgery. I can see her pulse fluttering at the base of her throat, and it makes my dick twitch.
“So,” I begin, “this is going to hurt. There’s no way around that. But the pain is quick, and then it’s more of a burning sensation after.”
“Figured as much.” She takes a deep breath. “How long does it take to heal?”
I take a seat on my stool and scoot up close. “Typically around six to nine months. But you should be able to resume normal activities after a couple of weeks.”
“Six to nine months?” Her eyes widen.
“That’s until they’re fully healed,” I explain firmly. “After about a month, they’ll be a lot less sensitive, but you’ll still need to be careful.”
She shifts in her seat, and I catch her pressing her thighs together. Fuck. Is she just as turned on by this as I am?
“And what about...?” she asks, voice dropping lower. “How long before we can...”
I lean in close, unable to resist a good tease. “Before we can what, beautiful?”
Cheeks flushing that delicious shade of pink I live for, she narrows her eyes. “You know exactly what I mean.”
“Yeah,” I whisper-growl as my eyes search hers. “But I want to hear you say it.”
“How long before they can be touched?” she huffs. “During sex.”
“About two to three weeks for light touching,” I say, watching her reaction closely. “Longer for anything more… intense.”
She swallows hard, and I grin. “Don’t get me wrong; I’m going to miss sucking on those luscious tits. But I’m nothing if not a patient man,” I murmur, dropping my voice to a husky whisper. “And knowing you’re wearing something I picked out just for you? Trust me. It’ll be well worth the wait.”
Her pupils dilate, throat constricting as she swallows hard again. “You picked them out already?” she squeaks, glancing at the tray.
I nod, picking up the jewelry. “I think these’ll look perfect.”
Her eyes widen as she takes in the delicate bars with diamond-studs. “They’re gorgeous. And they look... expensive.”
“Consider them a gift.” I set them back on the tray, my next words slipping out before I can stop them. “Personally, I like to think of it as me marking you as mine.”
My heart skips, and for a second I worry I’ve crossed a line, but instead of getting upset, her eyes darken with heat.
“Just FWB, remember?” she says, voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t belong to anyone but myself.”
I lean in until my mouth is a breath away from hers. “True. But now those benefits include piercing your perfect tits giving me an excuse to see them any time I deem necessary to check how they’re healing.”
Her breath picks up as I lean away and reach for the antiseptic wipes.
When I rip the packet open, her eyes flutter shut.
“You okay?” I ask, working to keep my tone in check.
“Yes,” she gulps.
“Unbutton your shirt.”
I watch, transfixed, as she reaches for the top button. Each one coming undone reveals another inch of smooth, creamy skin. Heartbeat thudding loudly in my ears, she finally releases the last one, and her shirt falls open.
She’s not wearing a bra.
“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath.
Her breasts are perfect. Full and firm, her dusky nipples are already hard.
“I’m going to have you lie back for me,” I instruct, adjusting the chair to recline.
As she does, I take a moment to drink in the sight of her. Shirt open and breasts exposed, she’s a motherfucking vision.
I clear my throat, trying to stay professional despite the raging hard-on pressing against my zipper.
“I’m going to clean the area first,” I explain softly, scooting closer.
I can feel her eyes on me as I swab each nipple. Her breath hitches when I touch her, and I have to fully concentrate on keeping my hands steady.
“Fuck me, that’s cold.”
“Shit. Sorry. I should’ve given you a heads up.”
Once the area is clean, I snap on a pair of fresh gloves and pick up the sterile marking pen. “First, I’m going to mark where the piercings will go,” I explain, trying and failing to keep the gruffness out of my tone.
She nods, watching intently.
As I lean in, her amazing scent fills my nose and it takes every ounce of self-control I have to focus on marking the small dots on either side of each nipple.
When I’m done, I give her a handheld mirror so she can check the placement. “What do you think?”
Her hands tremble slightly as she repositions it to get a better look. “Looks good.”
“I need to use a clamp to hold the nipple in place. It’s gonna pinch a bit.”
Chest rising and falling with quick, shallow breaths, she nods. She’s nervous—hell, so am I—but for a much different reason.
“Ready?” I ask, positioning the first clamp.
She nods, biting her lower lip. “Just do it.”
When I clamp her right nipple, she gasps, pressing her thighs together.
Jesus. Is she just as turned on as I am right now?
Eyes locked with mine, she’s panting softly through parted lips, and I can’t help myself—I bend over and kiss her.
Slow and deliberate, I take my time, tasting her, feeling her gradually relax as the tension melts from her body. Only when I feel her completely surrender to the kiss do I pull back, my eyes locked with hers.
Without a word, I pick up the hollow needle with my right hand while keeping my left steady on the clamp and glance up. “Deep breath in.”
Just as she does, I push the needle through.
She gasps, body arching slightly off the chair. Pressing my hand firmly against her upper chest, I murmur soothing sounds until she settles. Then, attaching the jewelry to the end of the needle, I follow it through.
As soon as I secure the ball, I dip my head and capture her lips again, kissing her deeply until she melts once more.
“Good girl,” I murmur, brushing a strand of hair away from her forehead. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” she pants, eyes slightly glazed. “That wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be.”
“One down, one to go,” I tell her, admiring my handiwork. The rose gold looks fucking perfect against her skin, diamonds catching the light with every breath she takes.
I clean the second nipple again and position the clamp. Her chest is rising and falling more rapidly now as she braces for the pain.
Following the same steps as before, I work quickly to get it over with, calming her down by ending it with another kiss.
I pull back and admire my handiwork. “God, you look fucking stunning.” My gaze flicks up to hers, and the way she’s looking at me with so much trust makes my gut clench. I know for a fact that my dick is leaking pre-cum, dampening my jeans.
My voice is rough as I grab another antiseptic pad. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Hands steady, she sucks in a breath as I carefully dab around each piercing, even though my heart is rioting like a fucking hurricane against my ribs.
Her gaze never leaves my face, pupils blown wide with what looks like lust and adrenaline, making my cock pulse with need.
Removing my gloves, I toss them in the trash. “There’s one more thing I’d like to do.”
“What’s that?”
“You were such a good girl,” I say. Leaning in close, my lips brush against her ear, making her shiver. “And good girls deserve a reward.”
Before she can respond, I get up, move around to the front of the chair and drop to my knees. Her eyes widen as I trail my fingers up her thighs, stopping when I reach the button of her jeans.
“What are you doing?” she whispers.
The way she shifts in my chair tells me she has a pretty good idea.
“Giving you your reward.” Popping the button on her jeans, I drag the zipper down nice and slow. “I mean... If that’s okay with you?”
She nods, lifting her hips as I tug her jeans down and off, tossing them aside. The scent of her arousal hits me hard, mouth instantly watering when I see the dark spot wetting the red lace of her panties.
“Fuck, you’re so wet already,” I growl. Keeping my eyes on her center, I hook my fingers into the waistband.
“That was... intense. I’ve never been so turned on in my life.”
At her admission, my eyes flick up to hers, and I give her a slow grin. “Yeah?”
She returns my grin with a slow nod. “Yeah.”
Dragging her panties down her legs presents her pussy to me in all its glistening glory. I can’t help the groan that escapes me at the sight—she’s fucking soaked, folds swollen and pink.
“Spread ‘em,” I command, my voice dropping to a lower register I’ve never heard myself utter before.
She spreads her legs wider, and I position myself between her thighs, hands sliding up to grip her hips.
“Damn, woman,” I murmur, leaning in to place a soft kiss on her inner thigh. “I’ve been torturing myself all day, imagining not only piercing your nipples, but your cunt with my tongue.”
Her breath hitches as I work my way higher, trailing kisses along her sensitive skin. When I finally reach her center, I pause, looking up to meet her eyes one last time before diving in.
The first broad stroke of my tongue up her slit has her arching on a gasp, hands gripping the arms of the chair.
I take my time, savoring as I explore every inch of her pussy, deliberately avoiding her clit.
“Jax,” she whimpers, hips bucking against my face. “Please.”
I smile against her, loving the desperation in her voice. “Please what, sweet cheeks?”
“Stop teasing and give me my reward.”
A thrill surges through me at her command, and I dive back in.