“Done!” Rodrigo announced. “It was hard not to give you a rush job considering what you want me to do next. Unless you’ve chickened out?” He sluiced the tattoo with disinfectant one more time then spread cream over it and bandaged it. “Once the piercings are in you have to leave them alone for months to heal. No nipple play, and you’ll have to follow the cleaning schedule I give you.”
She opened her mouth, but Severin held a hand up to silence her.
“She answers to me, not you, Rodrigo. If she wants out of this she has to take it up with me.”
Minnow laughed nervously. “I can follow the instructions. I always wanted to do this, but I’ve always worried I’d freak out and move at the last minute.”
“Maybe Sev should help you stay still,” Rodrigo suggested, smiling crookedly at Severin. “Sit on his lap and he’ll hold you for me.”
This ganging up on her feeling was fun. Leave it to Ro to have the brilliant ideas.
“Come here and I’ll take your shirt off,” Severin commanded, getting up from the chair.
Rodrigo took off his gloves and washed his hands, then prepped the piercing station.
“I don’t need help taking off my shirt,” she objected, even though she went to Severin readily enough.
“I didn’t say you needed help, I said I was going to do it.”
She opened her mouth, probably to protest, but he cocked a brow and she shut it again.
“Does it have to be all the way off?” she groused.
“Of course.” He tugged off her shirt, and lost his train of thought as he caught sight of the creamy swell of her breasts against her lacy black bra. Bra. Shit. He’d set himself up to unhook her bra too. No sense in pretending he knew what he was doing. “Turn.”
She did as she was told, and he unclasped the bra, glad he’d decided not to pretend he could do it without looking. Fumbling that much in front of Rodrigo, who could probably unhook a bra with his mind, was far too humiliating.
The lacy confection of an undergarment slowly slid down her arms, and she held the cups of it in place shyly. Between the gesture, the mottled red blush, the submissive duck of her head, and the subtle flirtation in her gaze, Severin’s mouth went dry.
“Sit her on your lap, Sev. I can tell she’s going to give us a hard time.”
A hard time? Oh, he was already hard.
Severin sat and drew the girl into his lap. She sat cautiously, as though his dick might explode. It wasn’t out of the question.
“Am I too heavy, Mister Leduc?” Her voice had gone low and husky.
“Not at all, Miss Korsgaard.” He wrapped his hands around her hips and pulled her more firmly against him. The smooth warmth of her naked back against his bare chest was heady. It was difficult not to imagine them in this position with less clothing. Heat from her pussy radiated through the fabric of her jeans. Maybe she was nervous, but she was also aroused. “Let me help you with this.”
He slid the bra straps further down her slender arms, then pulled the garment out of her grip, smiling as she made a small, plaintive sound. Even with her sitting on his lap, from over her shoulder he still had a perfect view of her pert, rosy-tipped breasts. Her nipples had peaked, and grew harder as he drew her hair behind her shoulders. He planted a kiss on her neck, over the bite mark she probably didn’t even know was there, and she shuddered, squirming in his lap.
As she watched Rodrigo collect the supplies he needed, she continued to wriggle in his lap, until Severin held her more firmly. Her skin was so incredibly soft, and the warmth of having her pressed against him was killing him. Part of him wanted to shove her away – to stop her body from touching his at so many points, but her skin was sensual silk against his own, and he never wanted to let her go.
Severin let his hands drift to her belly, then followed the smoothness upward to her perfect, unmarred breasts. His hands cupped her there, replacing her bra, and her taut nipples lured him into plucking them between his fingers.
She moaned then whimpered as he pinched harder, deliberately hurting before starting to tease, stroking and brushing, then hurting her again. Now she squirmed against him, needy, her breathing harsh, making him a slave to the rolling of her hips, the rubbing of her ass against his jeans-covered erection.
Rodrigo watched for a moment, his gaze hazed with arousal, then moved closer as he put on a fresh pair of gloves. “Spread her legs over yours.” He smiled evilly. “I need room to work.”
Severin pulled her legs apart, draping them over his own.
“I’m scared,” she whispered.
“You’re fucking killing me, Miss Korsgaard,” Severin said in her ear. “Be a good girl now so that Rodrigo can clean the area with disinfectant.” He moved his hand lower, cupping the underside of her breast and holding it for Ro. His gaze met his friend’s. Ro’s dark eyes were filled with lust, but Severin couldn’t blame him. She was so fucking perfect for men like them – soft and sensual, craving pain just as they craved inflicting it.
Rodrigo did his best to keep the stroke of the disinfecting pad professional, but Severin felt the girl stiffen and shift from the contact.
“Hold her still.”
“Her safeword is tattoo, in case it comes up,” Severin informed him. “Don’t move, Miss Korsgaard. This is going to hurt like a bitch.”
The whimper she gave them as Rodrigo opened the sterile needle with exaggerated slowness made both men groan.
“You’re really not making this easy on us,” Severin complained.
“It was your idea, and you’re both teasing me on purpose!” she complained.
Severin chuckled evilly in her ear, the quiver of fear arcing from her small body almost enough to make him come in his damn jeans.
“No matter how bad this hurts, don’t you fucking move,” Rodrigo growled.
“Oh my god, oh my god,” she chanted.
Ro shook his head in disapproval. “You’d better hold her tighter, Severin. I don’t know if she’s going to be able to handle this. And whatever you do, woman, don’t scream.”
Severin wrapped his arm around her waist and took a rougher grasp of her breast. The girl cried out, melting against him. It wasn’t going to hurt half as bad as she thought, but he had to admit that Rodrigo’s mindfuck was making the situation even hotter than he’d expected it to be.
Ro slid the forceps over the stiff bud, pinched then pulled the skin taut.
“Are you going to close your eyes?” Severin asked her.
She shook her head. “No. The needle is so sharp! Is it supposed to be that sharp?”
“He’s going to sink it deep into your pretty pink nipple, and do you know why?”
“No!”
“Because we want to hurt you.”
She froze as Rodrigo paused, needle ready. Severin could feel the wet heat of her seeping through her jeans and making a damp spot on his thigh. Rodrigo menaced her soft flesh with the thick needle longer than necessary, and Severin realized he was holding his breath. Rodrigo’s eyes slitted, and a muscle in his jaw ticked.
“Breathe through it,” Severin coaxed.
She blew out a breath just as Rodrigo pushed the needle through.
“Oh god!” She bucked in Severin’s arms, but he held her still, hoping he wasn’t bruising her.
“Shh. The hard part is done,” Rodrigo murmured.
She keened and shuddered, fighting his grip, then cried out, grinding against his thigh before collapsing against him. For a moment he thought she’d fainted, but then her eyelids fluttered open.
“Oh my god. I’m so sorry,” she giggled, then sobbed, putting a hand over her eyes.
“Fuck.” Rodrigo laughed. “You’d better trade that bracelet in for a collar fast, my friend, otherwise I’ll steal her from you.”
They smiled at each other, but it wasn’t friendly. The girl was amping up the sexual tension in the room, but that tension was often there anyway, when the two men were alone.
“You okay?” Severin ask
ed, loosening his grip on her rib cage temporarily. She drew a deep breath.
“After an orgasm like that she’d better be okay.” Rodrigo fed the barbell through and fastened the other end of it, his hands shaking. When he was finished that side he disposed of the sharp and stripped off his gloves, then made a show of fiddling with equipment, but from the size of the bulge in his jeans he was probably just stalling until he calmed down. Damn good thing because Severin needed to calm the fuck down too.
The girl was looking down at her new piercing, and he could feel the muscles in her ass shifting as she whined under her breath. He was all too aware of the brush of her bare skin against his chest and how good it felt to have her pressed against him, but facing away so he could control the contact. Her pain was turning him on, but so were her reactions, and the feeling of dominance from holding her still while Rodrigo hurt her. The pain of each of his own piercings came back fresh, and his ribs burned where his new tattoo was.
By the time Rodrigo had composed himself, Severin still hadn’t. Then again, Ro had presumably gotten off not long before they arrived.
“You ready?” Rodrigo asked them.
“Yes. For almost anything at this point.” She laughed in what sounded like self-derision.
Rodrigo grinned at Severin. “You ever want to double team her, you know where to find me.”
An uncomfortable feeling threatened, but he was the king of uncomfortable feelings. Jealousy. Like he had any call to be jealous? He’d marked her, but she wasn’t really his. And this was Rodrigo. The man had handled him more intimately than anyone else except her. They didn’t talk about what happened the last time Rodrigo had pierced him, but Severin hadn’t forgotten.
Hell, double teaming her might be less intimidating than being alone with her. At least someone would know how to satisfy her. Would Rodrigo win her away from him? Yes, if he wanted her. Losing her was inevitable. Losing her to Rodrigo might be easier than losing her to some other idiot. At least Rodrigo would deserve her.
For now, though, she was sort of his. He could enjoy her while he had her.
Severin settled the girl more comfortably on his lap again as Rodrigo put on a fresh pair of gloves.
“Okay, Severin. Are you going to play with her first or are we just doing this?”
Like he’d object to touching this woman? Slowly, he slid his hand up from her slim waist to her other breast, enjoying the way she was gasping and arching into his fingers by the time he reached her nipple. He pinched it gently at first, but she squirmed and complained until he squeezed hard. The firmer pressure had her grunting and whining, rocking her ass against his cock. Good to know. When she was aroused and distracted, he cupped the underside of her breast for Rodrigo.
“Look how ready you are for this,” Rodrigo hissed. He swiped the disinfectant over her nipple then tugged at it. Severin watched his friend toy with her while he sucked and bit at her neck. She was whining now, writhing in his lap again, each tug of Rodrigo’s fingers making her hips jerk in response.
“Do you want it, pretty girl?” Severin murmured in her ear.
“No...no...please,” she whined. “He’s going to hurt me.”
“If you want him to stop, beg me to make him stop.” The words came out as a harsh rasp.
She made a guttural, feral sound that almost made Severin come. “Oh fuck. Just do it.”
“Hold her tighter, Severin. Make sure your little toy can’t get away.”
This time Severin slipped his free hand between her thighs, pressing against the heat of her pussy, his other arm firm around her torso. She gasped, moving against his fingers, and he wished he’d taken the time to unzip her jeans and slide his hand into them. Too late now.
Rodrigo jerked the needle package open then held the sharp up between himself and the girl so she could take a good look at it. “I’m going to jab this through your hard little nipple, and it’s going to hurt like hell.” He turned the needle in his fingers, letting the steel catch the light. “You’re trapped, little girl.”
“No please! I’ll be good! I’ll be a good girl. Please don’t hurt me.”
Crazed lust blazed in Rodrigo’s eyes, reflecting Severin’s own reaction as Ro slid the forceps onto her nipple and tugged.
Severin tensed. He wanted to hear her scream, to see her bleed – to taste the copper of her blood on his tongue. His balls ached, making him desperate to pump come into her sweet little body, not even caring that he didn’t know how. He could figure it the fuck out. He loved this – having her at their mercy. He and Rodrigo could do so many things to her.
“Don’t you dare fucking come.” Rodrigo sank the needle into her nipple as Severin’s dick pulsed against her ass.
“Fuck!” she sobbed, coming apart in Severin’s arms. He pressed harder between her legs and she convulsed, gasping and shuddering. “Fuck me...please. I’ll be a good girl now. I’m sorry I’m a bad girl. I’m sorry...”
She went limp against his chest and he watched as Rodrigo fumbled to thread the barbell through. He cleaned the few droplets of blood off and bandaged her, but there was no calming down from this for Severin. Not on his own.
“You’re not a very obedient girl. Severin is going to have his hands full with you.”
“What did I do?” she asked petulantly.
“You came after we told you not to, and now we’re both suffering. What are you going to do about that? I’ll live, but what about him?”
She peered over her shoulder at Severin, her eyes glassy and feverish. She slid off his lap and knelt between his feet. “Do you need me, Mister Leduc?”
He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, then eased his aching cock out. Her tongue swiped shakily along her lips as she stared at his erection, but she didn’t touch him.
Rodrigo grabbed her by the hair, holding it tight enough that her eyelids drooped, and her mouth dropped open.
“Suck his cock,” Rodrigo growled.
“Why? You like to watch?” she asked, not moving to obey.
“Do it.” He nudged her forward, but she held herself away.
“No offense, but I only take orders from Mister Leduc.” She didn’t glance his way, only watched Severin. “If he doesn’t want to use my mouth, I won’t beg.”
Rodrigo let her go. “He doesn’t know how to handle a submissive,” he murmured, as though he didn’t want Severin to know they were discussing him. Considering how close they all were, it wasn’t like Severin could avoid overhearing.
“Mister Leduc handles me just fine. He sure as hell doesn’t need you taking over.”
Severin grabbed her chin, reminding her exactly who she should be paying attention to. “No, I don’t need him taking over, but I also don’t need you fighting my battles for me, Miss Korsgaard. If I didn’t like something he was doing, I’d tell him myself.”
“I only take orders from you.” Her dark eyes flashed with a challenge he longed to correct, but he couldn’t complain about her loyalty to him, especially since he’d done nothing to deserve it.
“You’ll do what he says because I’m telling you to,” Severin snapped, getting in her face. “But he won’t touch you more intimately than he has, without my permission, because he knows I’ll bust his pretty face if he tries it.”
The girl frowned at him then averted her gaze. “Fine.”
“Is that how you speak to me?” he asked mildly.
She flushed. “No, Mister Leduc. I’m sorry.”
“If you pull that passive-aggressive bullshit with me again, it will be dealt with.”
“Yes, sir.”
Why did even this small exchange turn him on so much?
“Now Rodrigo is going to make you suck my cock.”
Rodrigo seized her by the hair again, and she gasped, shuddering.
“But sir, I want to.” She gazed down at his erection and edged closer. “I was just waiting for permission to touch you.”
“I know, but I enjoy watching you struggle against a man twice
your size. Between the two of us, there isn’t much we couldn’t force you to do.”
She glared. Rodrigo forced her mouth toward Severin’s cock, but she turned her face away and pressed it against his denim-clad thigh.
“Do you want to use your safeword, Miss Korsgaard?” Severin asked.
“No, sir.”
“Then you’re trying to show us that you’re bigger and stronger than we are?”
She struggled, and Rodrigo gave a long, dark chuckle, wrapping a forearm around her middle to keep her from escaping.
“Open your fucking mouth.”
She shook her head, lips pressed tight. Her eyes gleamed and the rapid rise and fall of her chest hypnotized him. Frightened? Excited? Probably both.
“Do you really want us to play rough?” Severin traced a finger over her lips and she jerked her face away. He’d take that as a yes.
She went wild, bucking and squirming, trying to force Rodrigo’s fingers out of her hair. From her movements it was obvious she’d taken some sort of self-defense, but the little training she did have was no use against the sheer size difference between them.
“It’s so cute that you think you can fight this, Minnow,” Rodrigo whispered. “Unless you safeword, this is happening whether you like it or not.”
Her breaths came hot and hectic.
As Rodrigo held her still, Severin dug his finger between her lips then pried her teeth open. She nipped the tip of his finger in warning, and he tapped her cheek.
“You fucking bite me, and you won’t be sitting down for a month, bitch.” He forced open her mouth again then stood. Awkwardly, he sank his cock into the depths of her supposedly unwilling mouth, but between he and Rodrigo they managed to hold her still long enough to make it happen.
“Suck,” Rodrigo commanded.
She whimpered, the sound making her mouth vibrate. When Rodrigo shifted his grip on her hair, she finally gave in, running her tongue along the underside of his cock like a good girl. His knees gave out and he sat, but she followed him eagerly down.
How had he gone through thirty years of life not knowing how fucking amazing this felt? How did dominants manage to stay in control of sexual situations when a submissive’s mouth could be so fucking enthralling?
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