Page 10 of Sam (Eye Candy Ink)

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Max

I follow behind Sam,trying not to show just how nervous I am. I have a feeling that she can smell fear and I want to show her that I’m sure about us and that I would do anything for her. She leads me into a room painted a royal shade of purple with some antique looking light fixture hanging from the ceiling. There’s a long chair in the middle of the room with posters of piercing placements on the walls. She heads right over to her desk on the far wall and pulls out some gloves and other equipment.

I’m okay with tattoos but I’ve never thought about piercing something. As I look around at the posters of different types of piercings and then back to the pissed off look on Sam’s face, I start to have second thoughts.

“What kind of piercing did you want?” She asks but it feels like another one of her tests.

“Whatever you want.”

“The apadravya then.”

The idea of her pissed off, shoving a needle through my dick has me sweating but if it gets her to forgive me then a little pain will be worth it.I hope.

“Take your pants off and sit right here,” she says, patting the chair with a terrifying smile.

I watch her pull out a few things and line them up on the desk. Her movements are confident and sure and I love seeing her like this. So in her element. Then I remember what’s about to happen and I’m back to feeling nauseous.

I pull my pants and boxers off slowly, setting them on the chair next to her desk before I sit down gingerly on the table. I watch her face as she turns and looks at my cock for the first time but she gives nothing away.

“Now, you won’t be able to have sex for at least three months after this. Or however long it takes for the piercing to heal. Still want to do this?”

Another test.

“Three months, huh?”

“If you want to sleep with me, it will be at least three months before you get laid.”

I study her face and I can feel it. This is a big moment for us. She needs to see that I want her, no matter what. That I’ll wait for her and be stable and supportive.

“I can wait,” I say quietly as I stare into her eyes and she swallows hard before she turns around and snaps on some latex gloves.

I try to block out what happens next. All I remember is some ice and then a stabbing pain followed by a lot of swearing from me. When the worst of the pain is over, I look up to see Sam has already cleaned up and is just sitting there smiling at me like the Cheshire Cat.

“I think you might be a little sadistic,” I say as she passes me my clothes and I start to pull them on.

“Maybe, but you’re the one chasing me. I wonder what that says about you?”

I stand up, buttoning my jeans as she pushes her desk chair back in and starts to brush past me. Before she can escape, I’m on her.

I crowd into her space, backing her against the wall and pinning her hands to the wall above her head.

“I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. I was having a really shitty day and I took it out on you. I like things to be ordered and running smoothly.”

“You like to be in control,” she interrupts me and I nod admitting that point.

“I do. The kitchen was in chaos and the staff was falling apart and then you burst in and I took all of my frustrations out on you and I’m sorry. I regretted it as soon as I said it. As soon as the words left my lips, I wanted to take them back. I never should have spoken to you like that and I swear, I never will again.”

“No one speaks to me that way,” she says, her chin tipping up. She looks down her nose at me, like a queen assessing some peasant and I think I fall in love with her right then and there.

Even with me holding her hands imprisoned above her head, she still doesn’t back down. She doesn’t show an ounce of vulnerability or mercy. Sam is tough and strong and she might look like a queen right now but I know that she would hate it if I treated her like one.

She doesn’t want a man who puts her on a pedestal. She would be bored out of her mind if I did. She doesn’t want a man who is going to treat her like she’s made of glass. She wants a man, a real man, who is going to be her partner. Someone who will have her back and support her without smothering her. I aim to be that man.

“I’m sorry. I swear it will never happen again.”

She eyes me, but she must see that I’m sincere because she relaxes in my hold and nods slightly. I reluctantly release her hands and step back slightly.

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