Piercing a Dom's Heart (6 page)

She stopped begging and pressed her pelvis into his when he made a downward stroke. He could feel his desire build and his entire body became focused on reaching his peak and taking her with him.

Their bodies’ trembled and low groans became desperate cries. The heat built until lava ruptured from deep inside. His hands held her hips using a bruising grip as he pumped into her while his orgasm finally erupted.

Unhurriedly he unfastened her hands and then massaged her arm and shoulder muscles. He continued the steady pressure until her breathing slowed.

Her lips begged for his kiss and his tongue explored her mouth and ended by stroking her tongue ring. The unique honey blend of her mouth caused his cock to harden again. He didn’t stop and their sexual dance began once more.

Several hours later he led her to the shower and washed the makeup from her eyes. He tipped her head up and looked at her gorgeous complexion and the natural beauty of her face. Her large blue eyes stared back.

“Tell me about the piercings.”

“You want to know why my pussy is pierced?”

“No, I want to know about your face.”

“I’d rather tell you about the other ones.”

“I know, but these are more important.”

She smiled sensually.

“Yes, the others turn me on but these,” His fingers pulled on the individual loops and barbells including the ones on the sides of her nose and mouth, “These are the better story.”

She dropped her eyes and he waited. His hands smoothed over the curves of her body which fit perfectly to his. Finally she began talking.

“My mother was beautiful before drugs and alcohol took over completely. When I was young she brought men to our house and I could hear them throughout the night. Some were friendly, some never gave me any attention, and some paid me too much attention.” She took another deep breath, “My mother had a thing about body perfection. When I was twelve, a friend of mine pierced my eyebrow and my mom flipped out. I guess she always thought her baby girl would grow up in her illustrious footsteps and become a stripper. She told me mutilating my body would ruin any chance I had of making it in Vegas. Every week I came home with new holes in my face and ears. I did it to hurt my mother but I also enjoyed the pain and feel of the needle. I have holes in my face that I allowed to close over so I could have them pierced again.” She tilted her head back and looked into his eyes. “I’m totally fucked up.”

He moved his body around and pulled her slick wet back to his chest. He took her hands and placed them flat on the wall pushing her upper body down so she bent slightly at the waist. In one fluid thrust he buried his cock deep inside her pussy. “No, this is fucked and I want to fuck you again and again.”

His hands grasped her hips as his cock slid in and out. When both their bodies trembled and pulsed with release, he turned her around and slowly kissed each of her facial piercings. “These are sexy as hell and I want to see a needle enter your skin. Then I want to fuck you hard. God my bitch of a mother would loath you.”

“That’s funny because my mother would love you.”

Chapter Eight

The next day they argued about where her piercing would go.

“I want another one on my lip.”

“And I want to kiss you and not worry about you being in pain or possible infection.”

“You want to take a whip to my body but you’re worried about a little pain when we kiss?”

“Come on, indulge me.” His voice was low and sexy.

“I’m letting my brother’s limo driver take us to the piercer so when we’re done you can throw me in the back and fuck me hard. I think I’m being generous enough.”

He kissed her, his tongue playing with her tongue ring. Pulling back he grinned wickedly. “Do I need to paddle you into submission?”

“Hmm, that might help.”

***

They adjusted their clothing after he pounded her body into the leather upholstery in the back of the limo. Her eyebrow was red and slightly swollen. He placed a gentle kiss on the gold ring he bought her.

“My ass is red too.”

“Oh baby, I’ll kiss your ass but you have no idea how bad I want to do naughty things to it too.”

“You almost have me convinced I should let you.”

“Tomorrow night I’ll have you tied up in my room thinking only of pleasure. We’ll get a little kinkier and I’ll show you a few ways to prepare your ass for my cock.”

“I don’t know if anything’s kinkier than getting turned on while I’m being pierced. Hmm, maybe watching you get your cock pierced would do it for me.”

“As much as I love your cunt rings, no one is getting near my cock with a needle.”

Her laughter made him smile. “I can’t believe you’re going out with my brother tonight and getting drunk.”

“Neither can I. My dick will be hard the entire time but the poor man needs a break.”

“Call me in the morning and I’ll give you a blowjob to help you with your hangover.”

He nuzzled her ear. “How about one for my pre-hangover?”

“We’ll be at the hotel in a minute.”

Bran hit the intercom, “Carl can you drive us around until I tell you otherwise?”

“Yes Sir, I’d be happy to.”

Willow slid off the seat and went to her knees. Her fingers slowly lowered his zipper inch by inch. The rasp of the metal teeth sounded loudly in the luxurious space. He breathed deeply watching her face as she removed his cock from the confines of his pants. Her tongue came out and the large round ball traveled along the underside of his cock. He didn’t breathe until she took the bulbous head into her mouth. His hips lifted from the seat when she used her tongue and then suction to drive him wild. He leaned his head back against the seat and closed his eyes while his hands went into her hair.”

“You don’t want to watch?”

He didn’t open his eyes, “God yes, but I’ll last thirty seconds. You have no idea what your tongue ring does for me.”

“I love your kinky side.”

“I love your mouth. Now use it baby.”

Her laugh vibrated over his cock as she took him back into her mouth. She swirled her tongue and teased. When he could take no more he grabbed her hair and bucked his hips so she took him deeper against the back of her throat. He fucked her mouth until his sperm shot hotly down her throat. He groaned loudly while she used her tongue to lick him clean.

His mother might hate her but he was falling hard.

***

Damian took him to one of the best strip clubs in Houston.

“Does your wife know we’re here?”

“Yes, and I need to be good and drunk because she made me promise she could tie me to the bed the next time I’m conscious.”

Bran couldn’t hold back his laughter. “That’s what you get for marrying a dominatrix. I’ll help you get so blistering drunk that even if you wake up you won’t remember.”

“That’ll work. So how’s my baby sister?”

“I know you use the word ‘baby’ to make me squirm but it won’t work. She’s coming over in the morning to help me with my hangover.”

“Okay I’m sorry I asked. I don’t want to know any more about tomorrow morning but how does she seem otherwise.”

“She’s fucked up like the rest of us but I think working at the club is the best thing for her. You may need to find her a permanent position. Just what did she major in during college?”

“She has her Master’s in accounting.”

Bran almost spit out his drink. “You’re kidding me?”

“Nope, baby sister is brilliant with numbers. She’s promised to look over my books and make sure my accountant is doing everything he should be. She can also count cards so never play blackjack with her.”

“Goth chick has quite a few hidden secrets.”

“You call her Goth chick?”

“I’m pretty sure that’s what she is but right now she’s my Goth chick.”

“You never have a sub more than one night. Do you think this wise?”

“There’s nothing wise about it but she’s still learning and I’m enjoying the lessons.”

“That’s it; I’m buying another round and changing the subject.”

They talked about college, business, and then anything that popped into their befuddled brains. Carl helped them both to their rooms when they finally got back to the hotel. Bran didn’t remember removing his shoes but when he woke up the following morning with his head pounding, they were by his bed. He needed a Carl in his life but oh god he needed Willow more.

Fingers feathering through his hair woke him a second time. He squinted into the morning light and took the offered pills and glass of water.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Breakfast is in the other room if you think you can make it. If not I’ll bring a tray in here.”

“What about my morning blowjob.”

“It’s on hold until you’ve eaten and showered but if you’re good I’ll join you and help wash the smell of booze from your pores.”

“That bad?”

“Yep, if I licked your skin right now I would probably get high.”

“I’ll eat and bathe first but no talking about licking my skin or I’ll tie you to the bed.”

She stood up and took his hand. “Come on drunken business man. Eat some food and I promise you’ll feel better.”

“I’m holding you to that promise Goth chick.”

Chapter Nine

They spent the day being lazy and Bran realized how much work consumed his life during the past year. It wasn’t a bad thing but at the same time he had to find a way to mix pleasure into his busy life. Maybe he could open an office in Houston and become a regular visitor to El Diablo again. He had enough business interests with Damian that it would make sense.

He enjoyed Willow’s company and for the first time thought about a permanent D/s relationship. The club and Willow’s delicious body didn’t need to encroach on the work he did. He could visit a few times a month and teach her more about her body and the ways he could please it. Finding out about her past, and what made her tick was another bonus.

Her sweet mouth was the perfect antidote for too much alcohol and he would get drunk nightly if this was his reward. A blowjob without a pierced tongue would never quite do it for him again.

One hour led to another and they spent the day together. When their bodies were past satisfied they watched two movies in the afternoon. He chose a new action flick and she chose a chick flick. He loved watching her facial expressions while the movie played and then wiping her eyes when it ended. His movie was not nearly as fun until she fell asleep with her head on his lap. His hand traveled inside the white dress shirt of his that she donned after their shower. It never looked this good on him. Soft blue sleepy eyes opened and gazed upward.

“I’m getting you prepared for tonight. I want you needy.” His husky voice whispered over the sound of car crashes coming from the television.

“Have you been watching the movie or me?”

“Hmm, it’s a tossup; I’m not sure what’s happened during the past ten minutes.”

She stretched and he almost lost his resolve to wait until they were inside the club to taste her again.

“This is what I want you wearing tonight but nothing underneath.”

“This doesn’t cover my ass.”

“Exactly and it won’t cover anything after I get you into a station.”

“I don’t know if I’m ready.”

“I’m not asking.” He felt her flinch at his dominant voice. “Trust me Willow and I’ll give you what you need.”

“What do you need?”

“Hmm, this is nice but tonight will be better.”

Her hands circled his neck and pulled him down. He ended the kiss quickly, and pulled her arms from around him and stretched them over her head using one hand to hold them in place. His other brushed the sides of the shirt away to play with her piercings and the silky skin surrounding them. He never considered himself exclusively a breast man but hers drove him wild. Maybe it was because he hadn’t taken her softly rounded ass yet. He would find out tonight.

***

She followed him into the club with the front of his shirt unbuttoned and the tails slapping against her naked ass. He went to the bar and ordered them a drink. He could feel her tension but surprisingly she kept quiet. He needed her relaxed. Walking to a group of chairs close to the slowly spinning carousel he nodded for her to get on her knees beside him and he handed her a drink.

A pair of shiny black latex covered legs appeared next to them and Lydia took a seat.

“Damian will have trouble with this.”

Bran couldn’t help his grin or noticing how beautiful she was, with her rounded tummy bare, and a matching black latex bra covering her swollen breasts. He wondered how Damian ever let her out of bed.

“He knows she’s submissive.”

“Permission to speak to your sub?”

“Granted.”

“Are you okay with this Willow?”

“Yes, I think I am.”

“Yes what?” Bran wanted her complete submission tonight and it included recognizing other Doms and Dommes.