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I lost track of time. People came and went, the music changed many times, and Bridge came over to inspect Jack’shandiwork.
“That’s your best one yet. You need to work for me,” hesaid.
“I should have asked, how many tattoos have you actually done?” Isaid.
“Five or six, not sure,” Jacksonanswered.
“Five or six! Is thatall?”
He chuckled, “Baby, if you hate it, Bridge can do a coverup.”
“This is bad enough, Jack. If you’ve fucked it up, it stays fucked up. I’m never doing thisagain.”
He looked over to me and gave me a wink. “It’s perfect, now quitwhining.”
“Bridge, get your piercing gun out. She needs something to take her mind off this,” hecalled.
“Whoa, wait up,” Ireplied.
“My nipple, your belly button, that wasthe…”
He didn’t finish his sentence immediately. After a pause, he added, “Maybe another time forthat.”
“No, it’s fine, let’s doit.”
“Another time, Summer,okay?”
His abruptness startled me a little. I watched him take a breath in and let it out slowly. “I’ll tell you what, your belly button, my brow, for now,” hesaid.
“Okay.”
As Bridge walked over, Jackson pointed to his brow without taking his eyes from mystomach.
“Shouldn’t have let the previous one close up, bro,” Bridgesaid.
I watched in utter fascination as he clamped Jackson’s skin, and then without any tenderness, pierced a fucking large needle through it. Jackson didn’t make a sound, but I did notice his pupils dilate and a smile played on his lips. It was a wicked smile though. Bridge threaded a silver bar through and screwed a small ball to one end, before removing the needle. I’d never seen a piercing performed before so had no idea if that was normal. I had my ears pierced but they had been done when I waschild.
“Done,” Bridgesaid.
“Didn’t that hurt?” Iasked.
“No.”
Jackson hadn’t broken his stride the whole time his piercing had taken place. A small trickle of blood ran just past his eye. Before Bridge could wipe it away, I raised my hand and caught it with my fingers. Jackson looked at me before placing the gun on the metal table and grabbing hold of my wrist. He raised my fingers to his lips and licked his blood from them. I was frozen, but the sight and feeling of his tongue on my fingertips had my stomach in a knot and my clitoris throb. He released my wrist and picked up the gun to continue. I turned my head away slightly and closed myeyes.
There shouldn’t have been anything erotic in what he had done, but it affected me to the core. Jackson continued insilence.
“Belly bar?” Bridge said, rousing me from the dark thoughts whirling through mymind.
I looked between him and Jackson. “We are well over half done here, if you want to take a break,” Jacksaid.
I nodded. I ran my hands over my face. I’d shed a couple of silent tears with the pain, or frustration, I wasn’t sure. Bridge was holding a tray, and I tried to raise my head without shifting my stomach for fear of yet morepain.
“That one,” I heard Jackson say. He’d chosen the belly bar forme.
“Are you consenting or is he making you do this?” Bridge asked, as he snapped on a fresh pair of latexgloves.
“I’m consenting. Jack, hold my hand,please.”
