57. Chapter 56
Chapter 56
Maeve Henderson
What am I doing here?
I've never even gotten my ears pierced, yet here we are at a tattoo shop to get my nipples pierced. The idea sounded good when I was still in a bliss filled daze from sex last week, but now it sounds terrifying.
Can I back out? Will that make me look like a chicken?
No. I can do this; I’m sure my nipples will hurt less than my clit did.
Heck, I have a tattoo on my groin; I can handle a little needle!
Right?
Well…maybe. I am a chicken, but I don’t want Leon to think less of me. Although I know he can tell how nervous I am. He’s kept his hand in mine since the moment we got out of the car, aside from the few seconds it took for him to check in.
“You doing okay, ma fleur?” He asks me quietly, leaning into me so the other people don’t hear us.
Honestly, I’m surprised that he trusted me in public. I’m even more surprised that he removed my collar after I told him about the fence being off last week.
I don’t know what I expected out of my confession, but a large part of me expected another punishment. I expected him to tie me up and accuse me of running from him.
Maybe he would have burned his name into me this time or another piercing.
Well…here we are, so maybe that’s what this really is. Maybe my nipple piercings have nothing to do with sex, and they’re another punishment.
But he’s been nothing but kind to me since that day, and he’s never once brought up me running from him or accused me of anything.
“I’m nervous.” I admit.
Leon pulls me into his side, finally letting go of my hand so he can wrap his arm around me. His lips find their way to my temple, spreading warmth through me as he holds me close. “We don’t have to do this. We can go back home.” He says to me, I love that he’s giving me the option, that he’s not pressuring me into anything, but I didn’t come this far to back out now.
I didn’t get out of the house just to go right back so quickly. “No, we do.” I say more confidently.
He kisses my temple again, squeezing me into his side. “Only if you say so.” He promises.
His phone starts to ring, but he immediately silences it. He always says he has a separate ringtone for his patients and that he’d only answer his phone with me if it were a patient. He always says that nobody is more important than I am to him, but I’d never let him neglect his patients for me.
Leon’s phone rings several more times while we wait, and he ignores it every single time. He doesn’t even check the caller ID; he just silences the ringing and stuffs it back into his pocket. It makes me wonder who keeps calling him, but he keeps saying it’s not important.
Honestly, I love that I’m his priority, but I’m feeling slightly jealous about whoever keeps calling him. “Can you just check that, please?” I ask him as I get settled on the table in the back.
Leon hands me his phone but shakes his head. “I don’t care who it is; I’m with you. You're welcome to answer.” He tells me.
He says that my fingerprint works on his phone; honestly, that’s sweet. It makes my jealousy melt away. Clearly, if he was doing something he didn’t want me to know about, he wouldn’t give me full access to his phone, but it does make me curious. “How long has my fingerprint been in your phone?” I ask curiously.
He smiles at me, a beautiful smile that lights up his face and sends butterflies into my belly. “Since the first time I broke into your apartment.” He answers with a shrug.
So the entire time I could’ve called the cops, I just never actually wanted to.
I wonder if he knew that the whole time and was simply testing me.
I can’t think about that right now, not when the receptionist calls out my name, and Leon walks me into the back room and helps me climb up on the table.
We’re really doing this.
Am I sweating?
I’m definitely sweating…
As soon as I get settled on the table, Leon reaches into my cotton shorts and past my panties. His thumb flicks over the little piercing through my clit and starts to rub me.
I fidget out of frustration, the reality hitting me that I have to be quiet enough not to alert this entire shop as to what’s going on in this room.
How am I supposed to do this?
How am I supposed to hide it from the piercer?
But all logical thought goes through the window when he pushes a finger into me. I have to cover my mouth with my hand to quiet myself. “Leon,” I moan quietly.
“Shh, I’ve got you. Just take your shirt off for me.” He insists.
Yeah, I guess I did forget that I’d have to show this piercer my nipples for him to pierce them.
I know it’s his job, but showing this person my nipples makes me nervous and is actually embarrassing even to consider, but we’ve already made it this far; there’s no backing out now.
I sit up slightly, feeling Leon distract me by slipping a second finger into me, and I bite down on my lip to quiet my sounds as I sit up and pull my shirt off. “How…” I start to ask, but I’m caught off guard by his thumb rubbing my clit again.
Leon grins at me, clearly happy that I’m distracted and forgetting that I’m so nervous. “I’ve got it covered.” He promises me. I don’t see how we’re supposed to have sex right in front of a piercer and not have him notice, but I’m forced to trust him on this.
Leon smiles warmly at the piercer as soon as he walks in, not even bothering to stop fingering me, but he’s standing between my legs so that I can’t close them, and it embarrasses me even more.
“Ma fleur, this is Tobin; he’s a good friend of mine.” Leon introduces.
I want to greet him, or at least I know I should, but I can’t fathom words, not when Leon’s fingers are working inside of me, curling and rubbing the spot that has me ready to tell this entire shop what’s going on in here. So, I nod, and I know my face has to be red as a strawberry about now. “It’s nice to meet you, Maeve. I’m going to get started now.” Tobin explains.
Again, all I can do is nod. I feel so close to an orgasm. I’m so close that I’m embarrassed and scared of screaming in the middle of this shop.
Leon steps closer between my legs, holding the leg of my shorts open with one hand and gripping his cock with the other. “Leon…” I say nervously.
I’m not just nervous about the piercing, but for him to have sex with me in public. “Relax, ma fleur. Everyone else is gone; nobody can hear us.” He says calmly to me.
Before I can even ask what he means by everyone being gone, he pushes the head of his cock into me. I see stars; I close my eyes and let out the quietest moan I can possibly manage. I almost don’t even register this guy pinching my nipple between his fingers while he cleans me with an alcohol wipe. I bite down on my lip to stop any noises from happening; this is so embarrassing; why did I think this was a good idea? Why did Leon?
When Leon pushes further into me, reaching the point where I’m generally uncomfortable, I feel Tobin put the forceps on one of my nipples. The sting of the cold metal pinching my nipple somehow mixes with the feeling of Leon pushing past the point of comfort inside of me. “Oh my God.” I moan.
I hear Tobin laugh, saying something to Leon about me being responsive, but it doesn’t register in my brain at the moment that he’s talking about me while watching me get railed. I don’t even care if this is embarrassing right now; it feels too good to care.
Leon starts off slow; his thrusts are long and intentional. I feel the head of his cock dragging along my walls, sending me toward an orgasm that I know the neighbors will hear.
When I feel the hot sting of the needle going through my tender nipple, I explode.
I feel myself clamp down around Leon, I feel my arousal flood him, and I feel his hands squeeze my hips while his pace picks up. I can’t tell if he’s holding me so that I won’t move or just so he can slam into me harder, but I couldn’t care less.
I feel so high that the only noise coming out of me is a breathless moan. I know it should be embarrassing to me that shoving a needle through my nipple made me squirt on Leon, but it’s not.
I open my eyes to see Leon looking at me with such a look of need that it almost sends me over the edge all over again.
Leon’s phone ringing brings me back to the reality of what is happening. I look up at him, seeing him huff in annoyance before pulling his phone out of his pocket and silencing it. “Answer it,” I tell him.
Whoever it is, it must be important if they’ve called at least a dozen times since we’ve gotten here. He shakes his head, putting his hand back on my hip. He resumes his long, slow thrusts, filling me until I feel like he’s invading my organs. “They’re not important. You are.” He says confidently.
I smile up at him, completely ignoring the man preparing my other nipple. I still feel the sting of the first one, a throbbing that just won’t go away, but I didn’t come this far only to go this far.
“You ready?” Tobin asks.
I look up at Leon, a little nervous, but he gives me a reassuring smile and nods at me. His thumb moves to rub my clit, making me jerk slightly, but it puts me in a much better space to be ready for this guy to hurt me again.
This one feels slower, I feel the needle drag through my skin, making me suck in a pained breath, but I don’t miss the flood of arousal coating Leon despite hurting.
I close my eyes, laying my head back on the table while I feel Tobin replace the needle with a barbell.
“You did excellent, Maeve, and you have such perfect nipples.” Tobin mentions, but I’m too blissed out to notice, and Leon doesn’t stop thrusting into me.
I hear the two talk for a moment before hearing a door shut, and when I finally open my eyes again, Tobin is gone, and Leon and I are alone in this room. He smiles down at me but never falters his pace inside of me. “You did wonderful, ma fleur. Are you ready for your reward?” He asks.
I nod and almost immediately feel his grip on my hips tighten to a painful level. His nails dig into my skin as he starts to slam into me with enough force to move me forward on this table.
Each forceful thrust of his cock inside of me has me almost screaming out, and I know I’m shaking. He’s actually having to hold my thighs steady because I’m shaking so much, but I can’t stop. I dig my nails into the cold leather table under me and pray that I can use it for stability. It doesn’t help, but it gives me something to focus on other than alerting the entire city of what is happening here.
I lay back to calm myself while I feel him finish inside of me and lean forward on top of me. Even worn out, he’s careful not to put any weight on my chest. I sag into the leather table, wrapping my arms around his shoulders while we both attempt to catch our breath.