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He gives me only a minute to come down before he lifts me and helps me turn to face him, his cock sliding easily back into my wet pussy.
“You didn’t do so well last time, when you couldn’t see me behind you,” he says softly by way of explanation when I protest the change of position. “And I like to watch you come.”
His hips rock on the bench and his cock thrusts deep. My arousal builds quickly again, relentlessly, until I am panting and moaning, my arms wrapped around his neck as I near my peak.
Hands on my hips, Ray lifts me up and hammers me down, angling me so my piercing thuds against him with every stroke, making my clit throb and ache. This time I know what he wants. This time he doesn’t have to tell me what he needs. My Predator likes pain, and after what he told me about his wife, I think I know why. Guilt is a hard master.
My fingers dig into his shoulders, and I scrape my nails down his back as hard as I can. Ray gives a strangled yell and slams me down, pumping deep inside me, the jolt on my piercing all I need to be swept up in another wave of pleasure. He tenses and climaxes with me, his shaft thickening and throbbing against my inner walls.
But this time when I come down, his arms are tight around me, his body is warm against me, and my face is nestled in the crook of his neck, where I can feel his pulse beating steady against my skin.
“Never had sex in a men’s changing room before.” I breathe in his rich, masculine scent of sex and body wash. “You sure know how to treat a girl right.”
Ray chuckles and brushes a kiss over my forehead. “The shower is next. And maybe if you’re good, I’ll do you over the table.”
“Does that mean my Ray is back?”
“It means you’d better not have any plans for the rest of the night.”
But what about the night, the day, the week, and the month after that?
Chapter 15
Show me what else those sweet lips can do
“I’ve got a request for a full ass piece on my voice mail.” Rose looks over at Christos, Duncan, and I as we drool over the latest gadget Torment has procured for us, a Cheyenne Hawk Thunder. The new gun mimics the feel of a pen with the grip and needles in a disposable cartridge and is perfect for the 3-D designs people have been requesting.
Christos shakes his head. “I’m no good with ass work unless it’s a girl’s ass. And we had a bad gig last night. I’m feeling delicate.”
“Sia?” Rose raises a perfectly plucked eyebrow and I glare. She knows I hate ass work.
“I’ve got an ass today, thanks. And I’m surprised you forgot. I thought you and Doctor Death had lunch the other day.”
Rose turns three shades of red. “Actually, we skipped the lunch part.”
“Rose! You dog. A lunchtime quickie. Never thought you had it in you.” Duncan chortles, but his smile fades when he catches Christos’s scowl. “Come on, Chris. Aren’t you happy for Rose? She’s had a dry spell of what…two months?”
“Three,” she says, now recovered from her uncharacteristic moment of embarrassment. “But who’s counting?’
“Me.”
The room chills at Christos’s icy tone, and without another word, he storms out of the studio.
“Uh…did I miss something?” Duncan scratches his head.
“Unrequited love.” I give Rose’s arm a squeeze when her brow creases in a frown. “Don’t worry about him. Jealous is good. Jealous means he cares. Jealous means he might get his head out of his ass and tell you how he feels.”
“Sure.” Rose shrugs. “I’ve only been waiting three years.”
Duncan’s Russian client, Yuri, drops in while Rose and I are going through the schedule for the day, to see if anyone has time to ink some crosses on his knuckles. Rose says Christos can fit him in and excuses herself to go and find him. Yuri looks down at me sitting in Rose’s chair, his unblinking ice-blue eyes making my blood run cold.
“So you work here every day?”
I shake my head. “I take a day off every week, depends when we’re not too busy.”
His golden bracelets clang when he folds his arms over his massive chest, and I will him to go and sit where clients are supposed to sit—in the client lounge and away from me. Unfortunately, Yuri doesn’t hear my silent plea.
“You ink all the fighters?”
“Some of them.”
“You ink the Predator?”
Again with the Predator, and he doesn’t look like the fanboy type. The skin on the back of my neck prickles, and I look back over my shoulder to where Duncan is inking a client. At least I’m not alone.
“Yeah, I inked him. Not finished the piece yet though.”
Yuri nods. “I saw the outline. Very nice. So, he’ll be back for more?”
“I guess so.”
Mercifully, Rose returns with a calmed down Christos, and they whisk Yuri away to Christos’s chair. For a moment, I toy with the idea of adding a note to his virtual file that one or two fighters should be present anytime he comes in. But why? Although he looks threatening, he has only ever been polite and cordial when he’s been in the shop, albeit a tad inquisitive.
Half an hour later, Doctor Death arrives for his appointment, and Rose’s melancholy fades as she basks in the glow of his smile. Christos glares when Doctor Death whispers something in Rose’s ear that makes her blush.
“He’s gonna use her and throw her away, and she’s gonna get hurt.” He mutters obscenities under his breath along with conjecture about what might happen if he ever met Doctor Death in a dark alley.
“You didn’t do so well last time, when you couldn’t see me behind you,” he says softly by way of explanation when I protest the change of position. “And I like to watch you come.”
His hips rock on the bench and his cock thrusts deep. My arousal builds quickly again, relentlessly, until I am panting and moaning, my arms wrapped around his neck as I near my peak.
Hands on my hips, Ray lifts me up and hammers me down, angling me so my piercing thuds against him with every stroke, making my clit throb and ache. This time I know what he wants. This time he doesn’t have to tell me what he needs. My Predator likes pain, and after what he told me about his wife, I think I know why. Guilt is a hard master.
My fingers dig into his shoulders, and I scrape my nails down his back as hard as I can. Ray gives a strangled yell and slams me down, pumping deep inside me, the jolt on my piercing all I need to be swept up in another wave of pleasure. He tenses and climaxes with me, his shaft thickening and throbbing against my inner walls.
But this time when I come down, his arms are tight around me, his body is warm against me, and my face is nestled in the crook of his neck, where I can feel his pulse beating steady against my skin.
“Never had sex in a men’s changing room before.” I breathe in his rich, masculine scent of sex and body wash. “You sure know how to treat a girl right.”
Ray chuckles and brushes a kiss over my forehead. “The shower is next. And maybe if you’re good, I’ll do you over the table.”
“Does that mean my Ray is back?”
“It means you’d better not have any plans for the rest of the night.”
But what about the night, the day, the week, and the month after that?
Chapter 15
Show me what else those sweet lips can do
“I’ve got a request for a full ass piece on my voice mail.” Rose looks over at Christos, Duncan, and I as we drool over the latest gadget Torment has procured for us, a Cheyenne Hawk Thunder. The new gun mimics the feel of a pen with the grip and needles in a disposable cartridge and is perfect for the 3-D designs people have been requesting.
Christos shakes his head. “I’m no good with ass work unless it’s a girl’s ass. And we had a bad gig last night. I’m feeling delicate.”
“Sia?” Rose raises a perfectly plucked eyebrow and I glare. She knows I hate ass work.
“I’ve got an ass today, thanks. And I’m surprised you forgot. I thought you and Doctor Death had lunch the other day.”
Rose turns three shades of red. “Actually, we skipped the lunch part.”
“Rose! You dog. A lunchtime quickie. Never thought you had it in you.” Duncan chortles, but his smile fades when he catches Christos’s scowl. “Come on, Chris. Aren’t you happy for Rose? She’s had a dry spell of what…two months?”
“Three,” she says, now recovered from her uncharacteristic moment of embarrassment. “But who’s counting?’
“Me.”
The room chills at Christos’s icy tone, and without another word, he storms out of the studio.
“Uh…did I miss something?” Duncan scratches his head.
“Unrequited love.” I give Rose’s arm a squeeze when her brow creases in a frown. “Don’t worry about him. Jealous is good. Jealous means he cares. Jealous means he might get his head out of his ass and tell you how he feels.”
“Sure.” Rose shrugs. “I’ve only been waiting three years.”
Duncan’s Russian client, Yuri, drops in while Rose and I are going through the schedule for the day, to see if anyone has time to ink some crosses on his knuckles. Rose says Christos can fit him in and excuses herself to go and find him. Yuri looks down at me sitting in Rose’s chair, his unblinking ice-blue eyes making my blood run cold.
“So you work here every day?”
I shake my head. “I take a day off every week, depends when we’re not too busy.”
His golden bracelets clang when he folds his arms over his massive chest, and I will him to go and sit where clients are supposed to sit—in the client lounge and away from me. Unfortunately, Yuri doesn’t hear my silent plea.
“You ink all the fighters?”
“Some of them.”
“You ink the Predator?”
Again with the Predator, and he doesn’t look like the fanboy type. The skin on the back of my neck prickles, and I look back over my shoulder to where Duncan is inking a client. At least I’m not alone.
“Yeah, I inked him. Not finished the piece yet though.”
Yuri nods. “I saw the outline. Very nice. So, he’ll be back for more?”
“I guess so.”
Mercifully, Rose returns with a calmed down Christos, and they whisk Yuri away to Christos’s chair. For a moment, I toy with the idea of adding a note to his virtual file that one or two fighters should be present anytime he comes in. But why? Although he looks threatening, he has only ever been polite and cordial when he’s been in the shop, albeit a tad inquisitive.
Half an hour later, Doctor Death arrives for his appointment, and Rose’s melancholy fades as she basks in the glow of his smile. Christos glares when Doctor Death whispers something in Rose’s ear that makes her blush.
“He’s gonna use her and throw her away, and she’s gonna get hurt.” He mutters obscenities under his breath along with conjecture about what might happen if he ever met Doctor Death in a dark alley.
