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 wayshe’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.”
