Page 12 of Daddy Issues

“Do you?” All the blood in my body rushed to my cunt. “Are you an expert in what I like?”

He rumbled a laugh, and dropped his gaze down my body, as if he was debating whether to take my bait. A professional and a decent guy, he didn’t. But he’d thought about it. Which meant I was making it hard on him.

I looked at his groin where there was a definite ridge sliding up his left thigh. Damn. If he was that big with a half chub, the thought of him all the way aroused made me lick my lips.

By the time he brushed the cold alcohol cloth over my left nipple, I was halfway to begging him to fuck me stupid. He did a circle, cleaning the entire thing and around it, too. Gooseflesh rippled across my skin.

“Sorry, I can’t warm them up.”

“I like the cold too.” I sucked my bottom lip between my teeth.

He grunted, looking away fast. But oh, how I loved the way the skin reddened under his collar and his nostrils flared.

Paper crinkled as he opened the other pad, then performed the same process on my right nipple. Only this time, when I arched to his touch, he swirled it around several more times. His eyes tracing the slide of my tongue across my lips.

His nostrils flared and his eyes darkened. But he tossed the wipe and grabbed a marker. He was moving like it took every ounce of control he had to perform each task. The skin under his collar was still red. He leaned so close, the heat of his breath rushed across my breasts, over the nipple still chilled from the alcohol. I gasped, swallowing a groan, as I imagined him playing with ice, then sucking on them.

Jesus, Kenna.

“I’m going to mark your nipples, then I want to you to go check in the mirror, make sure that’s where you want the piercings to go.”

He opened a marker and used his other hand to manipulate my breast so he could mark each side. The very reason I hadn’t wanted Puck to do this was because I knew how much it would turn me on to have his large hands on me.

And God, how it did. I was soaking wet by the time he moved to the second nipple, gently kneading my flesh. When he pushed back so I could stand, I was dizzy. My knees wobbled, but I managed to not stumble as I walked to the mirror to check them.

When I turned to the side to look at the little black mark, I caught his gaze in the mirror. This time, it wasn’t me licking lips.

And for the first time all day, I couldn’t say a thing. Not a word, because if I opened my mouth I’d throw myself at his feet and beg him to fuck me. I’d never let anyone have that kind of power over me. It was too close to my mom, to things she’d done, and I swore I’d never be like her. She’d been like a puppy dog to too many men. That wasn’t me.

But fuck, I wanted him inside me.

“Look good?” He was staring into my eyes, but the corners of his were strained. Like it was taking a Herculean effort for him not to look at my tits.

It was my turn to grin. I couldn’t resist teasing him. “I don’t know. What do you think?” I feigned anxiety and stepped closer to him, arching my back in a way I knew would make my breasts pop a little higher, rolling the tip of one finger around each little bud.

When he glanced down, I followed the way his Adam’s apple moved when he swallowed hard. And when he brought his gaze back up to mine, there was definite heat there. “Looks damn near perfect to me.”

There was a thickness to the air as I climbed back up on the chair, like I moved through a heavy fog of desire laced anticipation. I’d babysat his kid for years, spent countless hoursin his home, imagining what it would be like to have him look at me like that. Now he was.

I sat straight as he opened the sterile clamps and moved toward me. “It’ll pinch.”

“Good.” The skin under the collar of his white t-shirt grew a darker shade of red.

The clamp, sharp and cold, sent a jagged bolt of pain from my already sensitive nipple all the way to my core. My arousal rode that bolt, shooting desire right to the core of me. I gasped, arched, and groaned in that order.

“Oh, holy fuck,” I said through my teeth, closing my eyes tight, clenching my fingers in a fist to keep my left hand from creeping closer to the place that ached to be touched.

The little metal clamp hurt, but so fucking good. It was like someone biting down with just the right pressure, reminding me how very long it had been since I’d been properly fucked. And worse, that no one had known how to make me hot like this.

“You like that?”

My eyes fluttered open, met his gaze. His lids, lined by thick lashes, were heavy with arousal. His gaze tracked from my face, down over my exposed nipples to where I had stopped an inch from touching myself.

“Yes.” I gasped. “A lot.”

Then another sting, as the needle slid white hot through my nipple, followed by the purple barbell.

“You want to come in my chair, Kenna?” He unclamped my nipple and wiped a solution soaked Q-Tip around it, slowly. The brief respite of pain was broken by the solution’s sting and I gasped again, stretching my fingers down the front of my jean shorts.

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