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She was about to be fucked!
He fingered her hole as he was letting down his zipper; then pulling his cock from his pants, he thrust it deep between her legs into her waiting, wanting hole. His generous size stunned her, until she found a way to relax inside the awesome sensation. Vincent screwed her with passionate grace, as if it were in time to some music he was hearing in his head. Not having her enough, he pulled her ass up from the bench, lifting it into his groin, where he pounded her repeatedly, groaning in a low, consistent monotone.
“Ahhhhhhhhhh! Gawwwwwd,” she her voice lifted into the air. In this tiny room it seemed too loud, though it was not as loud as the fierce groan that rippled behind hers: the one that proceeded from Vincent as smashed his black cock deep into the creamy palace.
Tessa thought he was about to come; she was about to come herself. But he pulled out of her, and came to her head, pushing his dripping cock in her face, expecting her to take it in her mouth. Picking up where he left off, he pumped himself down her throat with rigorous strokes, then pulled out just enough to let the cum spew across her face, until it was dripping down her chin.
Finished, he tapped the side of her face with his receding member, depositing the last of his cum there. Then finding a towel in the credenza, he cleaned himself and restored his cock inside his pants.
“You didn’t come,” he suggested, when he finally turned back to her.
“No,” she whispered. She wanted it, but she held her breath, afraid he wouldn’t let her release. But to her relief, he played with her briefly until she was climaxing with soft rippling surges making her tremble gratefully.
Except that her face was still covered with his cum, the scene was restored to the task at hand, and Vincent again became the detached professional he’d earlier been.
“Miles wants one here,” he said, tugging gently at the hood of her clit. She shrunk back as he touched the sensitive spot.
“I’ll have to tie you down,” he warned, “I can’t have you jumping like a fish out of water.”
Good to his word, he used leather straps across her waist and abdomen to hold her torso in place, then lowered her legs in the stirrups, enough so he could tie them to the edge of the bench. For good measure, he pulled her arms above her again; though this time they didn’t dangle in the air, they were merely tied over her head, so that her hands wouldn’t get in the way.
He swabbed her cunt with something cold, smelling medicinal—alcohol.
“You’ve been through this before,” he said, “keep it clean and you’ll have no problems with the pierce.”
Perhaps, not seeing him at his work was better for her, because the quick pokes of the needle didn’t hurt as much as she expected them to. There was only a sudden, sharp sting and it was over. The ring hung heavily on her clit, generating a lush feeling that would remain a constant reminder of her master’s mark. That done, Vincent continued with her labia, tugging on the flaps of flesh, creating a sharp throbbing in her crotch, and leaving a similar sensation of heaviness when the each ring was finally threaded through the new hole. She wanted to touch herself between her legs and feel the jewelry for herself. Most of all she wanted to gaze in the mirror at the result. Each ring bound her to Miles, an imprint of his dominance.
“That’s done,” Vincent announced, “now the nipples.” Rising from the stool, he towered over her again as he showed her two small rings. “These will go above the studs. Once the piercings are healed, we can improvise some more unusual jewelry.
Tessa had no idea what he meant by improvise; the thought sounded alarming. Even to, her body was swimming with energy, her brain woozy and disconnected from reality. The needles, the stabbing, the sensations were obsessions—she wanted more, but then there was the remembrance of Maya in her salon and her horrid fear that first time. Despite her longing, she cringed with fear—perhaps she shouldn’t look.
“I hear you faltered last time,” Vincent said—Maya must have told him. “Don’t be foolish,” he warned, “
I’m not as naturally kind as my wife.” Tessa didn’t believe that; he already displayed more kindness in his cold manner than she’d experienced from Maya. But he obviously had a reason for his warning.
Swabbing her nipples with the cold disinfectant, he then took needle and rings in hand, swiftly shocking her system in a matter of seconds. The sensation was stunning, ripping through her as it had before… but this time was different. She was in an altered state, her mind tripped out as if she were stoned, drunk with sexual lust, wishing Vincent would use her again just to ease the mounting desire.
He didn’t accommodate her this time.
Instead, he finished with her in the same style that he’d begun. Except for the torrid fuck, he’d been perfectly decorous in his attitude, the exemplary professional. She would have to ask Miles about the reason for his impeccable bedside manner.
Once her body settled enough so that she could get up, Vincent removd the straps and untied her hands.
“You’ll want to rub your wrists when they are bound like that to get the circulation going. I’ll have to talk to Maya—she tied them too tightly. He stood over her, making eye contact one last time, then lowered the bench to its normal height, and finally left the room.
When Miles came to pick her up, Maya gave her a long scarf to tie around her bodice, replacing the torn blouse. To Tessa’s surprise, Miles didn’t bother to examine her new jewelry. Apparently he was too busy to rush through what she hoped would be a thorough examination. As he promised earlier, he took her home.
Chapter Twelve
Miles called Tessa several days later to arrange a lunch date.
“Wear the scarf that Maya gave you,” he told her.
“Tied as it was?”
“I like the way it looks on you… and wear the black leather skirt. And yes, tell me, how’s the new jewelry?”
In the days since Vincent pierced her, the tenderness in her cunt had diminished, but not the crude sensations of pleasure that accompanied every move she made.
