Page 141 of Petite Fleur

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.

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