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I want to greet him, or at least I know I should, but I can’t fathom words, not when Leon’s fingers are working inside of me, curling and rubbing the spot that has me ready to tell this entire shop what’s going on in here. So, I nod, and I know my face has to be red as a strawberry about now. “It’s nice to meet you, Maeve. I’m going to get started now.” Tobin explains.

Again, all I can do is nod. I feel so close to an orgasm. I’m so close that I’m embarrassed and scared of screaming in the middle of this shop.

Leon steps closer between my legs, holding the leg of my shorts open with one hand and gripping his cock with the other. “Leon…” I say nervously.

I’m not just nervous about the piercing, but for him to have sex with me in public. “Relax, ma fleur. Everyone else is gone; nobody can hear us.” He says calmly to me.

Before I can even ask what he means by everyone being gone, he pushes the head of his cock into me. I see stars; I close my eyes and let out the quietest moan I can possibly manage. I almost don’t even register this guy pinching my nipple betweenhis fingers while he cleans me with an alcohol wipe. I bite down on my lip to stop any noises from happening; this is so embarrassing; why did I think this was a good idea? Why did Leon?

When Leon pushes further into me, reaching the point where I’m generally uncomfortable, I feel Tobin put the forceps on one of my nipples. The sting of the cold metal pinching my nipple somehow mixes with the feeling of Leon pushing past the point of comfort inside of me. “Oh my God.” I moan.

I hear Tobin laugh, saying something to Leon about me being responsive, but it doesn’t register in my brain at the moment that he’s talking about me while watching me get railed. I don’t even care if this is embarrassing right now; it feels too good to care.

Leon starts off slow; his thrusts are long and intentional. I feel the head of his cock dragging along my walls, sending me toward an orgasm that I know the neighbors will hear.

When I feel the hot sting of the needle going through my tender nipple, I explode.

I feel myself clamp down around Leon, I feel my arousal flood him, and I feel his hands squeeze my hips while his pace picks up. I can’t tell if he’s holding me so that I won’t move or just so he can slam into me harder, but I couldn’t care less.

I feel so high that the only noise coming out of me is a breathless moan. I know it should be embarrassing to me that shoving a needle through my nipple made me squirt on Leon, but it’s not.

I open my eyes to see Leon looking at me with such a look of need that it almost sends me over the edge all over again.

Leon’s phone ringing brings me back to the reality of what is happening. I look up at him, seeing him huff in annoyance before pulling his phone out of his pocket and silencing it. “Answer it,” I tell him.

Whoever it is, it must be important if they’ve called at least a dozen times since we’ve gotten here. He shakes his head, putting his hand back on my hip. He resumes his long, slow thrusts, filling me until I feel like he’s invading my organs. “They’re not important. You are.” He says confidently.

I smile up at him, completely ignoring the man preparing my other nipple. I still feel the sting of the first one, a throbbing that just won’t go away, but I didn’t come this far only to go this far.

“You ready?” Tobin asks.

I look up at Leon, a little nervous, but he gives me a reassuring smile and nods at me. His thumb moves to rub my clit, making me jerk slightly, but it puts me in a much better space to be ready for this guy to hurt me again.

This one feels slower, I feel the needle drag through my skin, making me suck in a pained breath, but I don’t miss the flood of arousal coating Leon despite hurting.

I close my eyes, laying my head back on the table while I feel Tobin replace the needle with a barbell.

“You did excellent, Maeve, and you have such perfect nipples.” Tobin mentions, but I’m too blissed out to notice, and Leon doesn’t stop thrusting into me.

I hear the two talk for a moment before hearing a door shut, and when I finally open my eyes again, Tobin is gone, and Leon and I are alone in this room. He smiles down at me but never falters his pace inside of me. “You did wonderful, ma fleur. Are you ready for your reward?” He asks.

I nod and almost immediately feel his grip on my hips tighten to a painful level. His nails dig into my skin as he starts to slam into me with enough force to move me forward on this table.

Each forceful thrust of his cock inside of me has me almost screaming out, and I know I’m shaking. He’s actually having to hold my thighs steady because I’m shaking so much, but I can’t stop. I dig my nails into the cold leather table under me and pray that I can use it for stability. It doesn’t help, but it gives me something to focus on other than alerting the entire city of what is happening here.

I lay back to calm myself while I feel him finish inside of me and lean forward on top of me. Even worn out, he’s careful not to putany weight on my chest. I sag into the leather table, wrapping my arms around his shoulders while we both attempt to catch our breath.

Chapter 57

Leon Aldon

I don’t know who keeps calling me, but I’m about ready to drive to their house and kill them. It’s not the ringtone specific for my work, so I know it’s not something important. I don’t know who the fuck else it could be, but they’re interrupting my time with Maeve, and I will not tolerate that.

I’m not even pulled out of her when my phone starts to ring again, and I huff in frustration.

I yank it out of my pocket, not even recognizing the number.

Yep, they’re going to die. I pick it up with an annoyed huff. “Dr. Leon Aldon.” I answer in the most docile tone I can fake.

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