Page 197 of The Daddy P.I. Casefiles: The Second Collection
“I like the piercings,” he says. “What’s the blue metal?”
“Cobalt, sir.”
“Can you pinch your nipples hard with the bars in?”
“I can, but if they’re pulled too much, the piercings can tear, so I tend to take them out for scenes.”
“Thank you for telling me. Can you sleep with them out? They won’t close up?”
“They’ll be fine, sir.”
“Okay, take them out now, and any others that you’d take out before bed.”
I unscrew each one and pop them in the dish on my night table where I keep my jewelry. I already took out my earrings and took off my rings before I got in the bath, so I just take out my tongue stud before I settle back and fix the covers again.
“I’m probably showing my age here, but I’ve never had a blow job from someone with a tongue piercing,” he says. “Is it something to look forward to?”
“Can I trade my hand job privileges for blow job privileges tomorrow if I reveal the Secrets of the Tongue Stud?”
He chuckles. “No. I need to get my test results back first. They won’t be back until Monday, so it’s a hand job only tomorrow.”
“I have no problem using a condom, sir.”
“I’m not using condoms with you, girl. When I’m inside you, it’s going to be just you and me, skin to skin,” he says. “Besides, condoms break. I wouldn’t risk your health that way. Results will be back on Monday. Your eager little slut mouth can wait that long.”
I shiver uncontrollably. That was definitely a mini orgasm. “Thank you, sir.”
“Since you’ve got the barbells out, pinch your nipples, my dirty girl. Show me how you like them played with.”
I fight to hold his burning blues as I grab my nipples between my thumbs and first fingers and pull them away from my body. When they’re stretched and stinging, I rub my thumbs back and forth, rolling my nipples until the skin blanches white, then fires pink as I release.
“Mmm,” Mac’s rumble is so deep it must be coming up from the freaking subway. “You like the bite, don’t you?”
“Yes, sir,” I hiss.
“Harder,” he growls. “Show me how you take it.”
I pinch and roll so hard I’m afraid the skin’s about to tear, shuddering with the white-hot sensation.
“Sir, please,” I whimper.
“One more twist for me.”
Shaking, thighs clenching, I roll my nipples the other way with a high whine.
“Perfect, good girl. Let go and pick up your vibrator.” He pushes his sweatpants down as he speaks. Fuck. He has hip dips. I’ve tattooed hundreds of guys who were pushing fifty. With a few exceptions, they did not have Adonis belts that made mybrains leak out my ears. And where does he get off having all those lickable veins?
He lifts his cock out with one of those fluid, sensual motions guys ease into when they’re about to jack off. Watching him has me biting my lips. Damn, I want that in my mouth. He’s uncut, slight curve to the left. Thick enough he’ll make my jaw ache. Long enough he’ll brutalize my throat.
Mac chuckles. “Swallow, you’re drooling.”
Oh, fuck, I am. I blot the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand. “Sorry, sir.”
“Don’t ever apologize for wanting what you want. Particularly if what you want is me.” He cups his erection. “This is all for you, bold girl.”
Hell, yes. “When, sir?”
He shakes his head at me, but he’s grinning. “Soon. Don’t rush the good stuff. Lube up the toy and put it in but don’t turn it on yet.”
