“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.”
