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“I can do that, sweetheart.” Be still, my heart.

We stop outside a blacked-out tattoo shop with gold writing on the front. The door opens a little, and a guy with his arms and both legs completely blacked out with ink greets us. Jerry is the resident piercer and a vanilla little thing despite his job.

“So, your bed is through there. Just get undressed from the waist down and I’ll set up,” he says quietly with a smile. Holding hands still, we make our way to the back and pull a curtain around us. Buzzing with excitement, I tell my brain to cooperate and not to drop to my knees to suck Simmons off right here, right now.

“Excited?”

“Simmons, fuck. Thanks for bringing me here. I cannot wait. Kiss me before he comes in,” he rasp and he’s already lowering his mouth to mine.

Jerry comes in and shows me some pictures of different piercings. Being a ho with a part-time pain kink, I ask him to do my ampallang.

Simmons has seated himself sideways behind me is stroking my arm. Feeling his hot breath, he nibbles my earlobe as Jerry preps my cock. My heart is racing like mad.

Is this Simmons’ way of claiming me? If so, it’s A-okay with me but I will need some clarity because although I probably would have pierced my cock at some point in my life, this is quite a big thing to commit to with someone who is supposed to be nothing but a contracted Dom.

Jerry makes the experience as professional as he can, and before we know it, we are walking back to the car as I swing a little goodie bag of antiseptic wipes, saline spray, and instructions on aftercare.

Since it’s a bigger piercing, it can take months to heal, but I’m confident that with my fetish for my cock to stay soft, I’ll still be able to engage in play with Simmons within the next two to four weeks.

“Thanks for taking me here. Our first date,” I wink as we jump into the car. Simmons rolls his eyes but pulls me into a half hug with a kiss on my head. I sigh, wishing the day wasn’t ending.

“I have a ton of leftover food at my place if you want to head there and watch more of that weird show? Don’t want you alone and all sore when it’s technically my fault. Aftercare and all that,” he smiles at me with a shy look.

I scratch his beard under his chin like a dog and agree. Humming at the contact, I continue doing it for another moment, then take my hand away as he starts up the car.

Looking out the window on the trip back, I consider if now might be the best time to talk to him about us, but a sharp pain in my crotch has me yelping out instead. Simmons grabs my hand and pulls it into his lap.

“It’s okay. I’ll have you back as soon as I can, okay. I’ll grab you some ice and you can just chill, okay?” He squeezes my hand, and I give him a pained smile as I squeeze back.

Okay, today can wait. For now, I can just let myself indulge in my big bear’s aftercare.

Chapter 40

Freddie

Jamie has the hottest twink cock ever. Okay, so I have like zero experience in up-close twink cock, but I have seen some lovely ones at Nyctra and in pictures for my blog.

After setting Jamie up for a funishment - see what I did there? He and Arnie arrived at Simmons, and it was awful. But a good awful, I suppose. With both of us agreeing that we are happy playing with others, I have been teasing Jamie a lot recently. Mostly because he is adorable and I wouldn’t mind trusting him the same way I have with Simmons and letting him fill me up.

I can’t describe it, but I just trust him. He’s safe, and his innocent blonde curls and filthy kinks make me feel like I can be myself around him. So when Simmons asked me to play the part of the little devil, I just couldn’t resist. I almost, almost got to see his cock on camera and then bloody Arnie came home and hung up on me.

Now, because of my so-called insubordination, Jamie gets to have revenge on me. Not that I was complaining one little bit.

Oh no, I have to suck him off? Shit, that’s terrible.

I could barely contain my eye roll when I was told what my new bestie had in store for me. Looking over at the door, I wonder what the fuck Jamie is doing in the bathroom across the hall. Probably sneaking Arnie kisses before he comes back to bed. After our sexy foursome of sorts in the library, Simmons sent me and Jamie to bed.

Kissing only, cuddles, and with a cage on my cock and a plug in my ass. I am vibrating with need, but that’s the part I love about it. Simmons knows exactly what I need and is in sync with everything in the same way I am with him. We fit like pieces of a kinky puzzle. Two swirls of sexy mist intertwined together.

“So I have a question,” Jamie whispers as he comes through the heavy mahogany door and over to the bed. He crawls from the bottom until he is stretched out like a kitty next to me. He smells like sex and yawns through a smile as I look down at him. We are naked but not hard. Just two dudes chatting about… well, whatever Jamie is asking.

“Shoot.”

“Why did you tell Simmons I fucked you in the cupboard at Euan’s?” He chews on the side of his thumb, acting all nonchalant about it. See? Cutie.

He’s referring to the primal event at Euan’s where Arnie and a bunch of other Doms chased their subs and did filthy things to them once caught. Not my thing, but the buffet was to die for.

“Because I wanted Simmons to fuck me in the woods since I didn’t take part in the primal play. Just came to watch you and Arnie’ cause you’re super sexy to watch,” I admit, shrugging one shoulder. I pick up the TV remote and flick through the channels to find something.