Haleigh's Ink (4 page)

He had no idea what to say and he wouldn’t admit to being speechless
on a third instance in one evening. Kyle was the only other person who had
guessed it wasn’t Scott’s own face inked on his back. Even his mentor who did
the tat hadn’t realized it wasn’t him.

He wanted nothing more than to hike her skirt to her waist,
rip her panties from her pretty pussy and make her his in every way. He’d
settle for possessing her kiss if it was all he could take in the next two
seconds.

When he didn’t say anything else, she trailed her hands
along his stomach. “I didn’t expect you to have your nipples pierced. I didn’t
think I’d like it but on you it’s very…sexy,” she added on a mere breath of
air, whispering across his chest.

She marked a path up his happy trail, sliding across his
pecs. Her fingers moved across his nipples, eliciting a hiss from him. She
slowed but didn’t stop. He took half a step closer, crowding her. His shirt,
long forgotten, lay at their feet.

Digging blunt nails into his own palm, he tried to convince
his inner caveman to calm the fuck down. He should step back. He needed to put
his shirt on, pierce her nipples, get her out of there and jack off in the
office like a horny teenager.

He didn’t need the hassle.

He opened his mouth, determined to regain some professional
distance. Instead he admitted, “And my nipples aren’t the only thing pierced,
doll face.”

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, demonstrating 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.