His quietfuckhardens my clit.
“I might disgrace myself,” he murmurs.
“There’s nothing embarrassing about passing out at the sight of needles.It’s more common than—”
“That’s not what I meant, sweat pea.I’m hard as a rock just thinking about this.I might come in my pants while I pierce you,” he snarls.
At my softoh, he chuckles and sweeps his closed lips over my brows.
“Yes.Oh,” he mocks himself.
“I want that,” I admit.
He groans and closes his eyes.
“You’re killing me, pipsqueak.”
I smirk before asking, “Are we doing this or what?”
“Of course we’re fucking doing this.I want to give you everything, sweet pea.”
My heart swells.I fear it might burst.
After a kiss to solidify the deal, he helps me onto the tattoo chair and washes his hands in the sink.When none of the gloves are big enough for his hands, he washes them again and scrubs under his nails thoroughly, taking more precautions than necessary before following my mentor’s instructions.
I pull off my gloves, close one fist around them, scoot my butt to the end of the table, and lean back.Expecting to brace my heels on the corners of the table, I squeak when gloved hands prop my feet on Sebastian’s shoulders.Hating feeling so vulnerable, I prop myself up on an elbow and watch with embarrassed amusement as the woman I’ve trusted for years walks Sebastian through the process.His long lashes brush against his flushed cheeks.
After I approve the markings she placed on my labia for placement, Sebastian takes a deep breath and leans forward.Pleasure zings through me as he runs his calloused fingers over my sex.My clit pulses and wetness seeps from my core.
He pinches my left labia between the pads of his fingers and pulls it away from my body.I slip my fingers around his wrist, needing to touch him, and breathe through the heavy thrumming of my heart.
After a pinch and a quick flash of pain, a deep, burning ache spreads from my newly pierced flesh.I moan as the delicious agony burrows deeper into my body and heightens my senses.
Sebastian presses the heel of his palm to my pubic bone and pins me to the table while he ghosts the fingertips of his other hand over my sex.
“May I?”
At first I don’t understand the question, but then the sound of the door opening and closing echoes in my ears.I meet Sebastian’s dark brown eyes and drown in rich milk chocolate.
His smirk melts my bones.
He draws a large circle around my clit, purposefully missing my most sensitive spots.
“May I?”he asks again.
“Yes.Please, Sebastian.Please,” I beg.
He groans and teases every inch of me as I gasp and writhe on the table.When he lifts my clit hood by the piercing and flicks directly over my clit, lightning zaps straight to my core.My orgasm rips through me, and I call out for the only person I trust to catch me.
Sebastian stays with me as I weather the storm of pleasure.He whispers words of encouragement, growls his praise, and worships me with reverent fingers as I slowly return to earth.
Shaking and spent, I reach for him.He kicks the rolling stool out from underneath him and drops to his knees.
Concern infiltrates my euphoria until he pulls a jewelry box out of his pocket, snaps it open, and offers it to me.
My favorite ring from the jewelry store glitters in the fluorescent lights.
“I love you, Penelope, scars, piercings, and all.Will you marry me?”
