Page 76 of Ink

“Then let’s do it.”

She eyes the drawer Tommy tucked the jewelry away in before agreeing. “Okay.”

Tommy claps his hands together as he lights up like a little kid. “Let me go get everything ready.”

“Not so fast,” I grunt, pulling Tommy back by the collar of his shirt. “You’re not piercing anything on her body.”

It’s been years since I’ve pierced someone.

“Don’t worry about it,” I tell him before letting him go as he shrugs me off and I turn back to Sutton. “Let’s go to my room.”

I follow her down the hall and into my room, closing and locking the door behind us.

Are we really doing this?

“It’s a little more of a pinch than an ear piercing, but it’s nothing you can’t handle,” I tell her, trying to ease her nerves as I get the needle and clamps around.

Sutton’s attention doesn’t leave the bed as she speaks, refusing to look at me. “This is my first piercing, I wouldn’t know.”

My brow lowers at her admission. “First body piercing?”

She shakes her head. “First piercing ever.”

This is her first piercing ever, and she wants to start with her nipples?

For someone who hasn’t really experienced life, she sure does nothing half assed.

I mean, I’m all for it. What person with a dick wouldn’t be? She’s been the definition of go big or go home lately and that’s what worries me. The last thing I want is for her to wake up one day and regret all of this. Granted, I guess it is all cosmetic. She can change it back just as fast.

“You don’t fuck around, do you, bunny?” I say, trying to lighten her mood as I wheel my tray stand next to the bed.

She lets out a short laugh. “When you’re told what to do your entire life, it doesn’t take much for you to say yes to something now.”

“I’m going to need you to take your shirt off,” I tell her softly. Her hands go to the hem of her tank, but she hesitates, looking over her shoulder at the door. “It’s locked. And do you really think I would let anyone see what’s mine?”

That earned me an eye roll as she pulls it off, leaving her in a cheetah print bra that’s doing overtime holding up the rack she’s been carrying around.

They’ve driven me insane for weeks now. It was doing my head in feeling them pressed up against my back, or when I would watch her move at a certain angle so the material is taut across them, allowing me to see a little bulge as they partially spill out of her bra.

I bet they’ll be a handful and feel a little heavy against my palm.

A new boldness has come over her, as she watches my face as she unhooks the clasp. My eyes are on the prize. I lick my lips as she slides one strap at a time over her shoulder and down her arm. I’m so eager to see them. I feel like she’s doing this in slow motion just to torture me.

Fuck me.

She has perfect tits.

The cool air in the room has her nipples growing into steep peaks, begging to be sucked on.

My pants are getting tighter against my dick as it stands at attention, wanting nothing more than to slide into the middle where he’s meant to be.

“So… what’s next?” Sutton asks as she stands in front of me with her arms down at her side and tits on full display.

If I was a good man, I’d look her in the eye and give her the respect she deserves, but I never claimed to be that guy.

“Stand there for a second so I can mark where I’m goin’ in.” I pull the cap of the blue sharpie off with my teeth, spitting it out onto the tray, hearing it clink against the metal. “Keep your arms relaxed at your sides.”

She tenses a little as I crouch so I’m eye level with her nipples.