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“You have piercings?” she blurted out the question as he placed the tube on one dot, and the needle pricked her on the other.
Connie felt her own genitals cringe in sympathy.
“Sweetheart, you'd be surprised. Breathe in, good girl. Now, exhale.”
Squeezing her eyes shut, Anarchy blew out a breath, then yelped like a scalded cat. Connie winced as the needle slid through her friend's flesh, but Loki's hands never wavered. He pushed the needle through, chattering away as though Anarchy's eyes weren't popping out of her head, then busied himself doing whatever he had to do to finish the job.
“And that,” he said proudly, stepping back and admiring his handiwork, “is one beautiful piercing, even if I say so myself. Jasper, you want to come take a look? Archie, if you'd like to see, I can get you a mirror.”
Connie agreed he'd done good work, and Thane's murmur of appreciation suggested his opinion lined up with hers. But the purr in her lover's voice caused a twist of jealousy to twine in her gut—was he ogling Anarchy's pussy? Eyes narrowing, she turned to look at Thane, and was struck by the sheer force of his lust glaring back at her. Losing her annoyance, she barely resisted averting her gaze submissively.
“I swear to God, between the fisting demonstration and this, my dick is hard enough to hammer nails through rock.” His gaze suggested he thought she would make a pretty good nail. “Have you got any aversions to needles, sugar?”
Jesus, was he suggesting what she thought he was? “I don't like them, but I'm not afraid of them.”
Thane's grin was sinful. “Ever thought about getting your clit pierced?”
The nub in question throbbed. She'd heard good things and bad about piercing intimate areas, and while the good things made it seem like something she should try, the bad parts were more than enough to make her second guess any notions of letting a needle near it. “There's a lot to consider, Thane. It's not just a case of threading a shiny bauble through skin. There's infection, pain levels,” she kept her voice low, not wanting to upset Archie if she overheard, “and some people can have adverse reactions to the metal in the jewelry, not to mention overstimulation.”
“Sounds like you've looked into it.” His hand slipped between her thighs, his thumb resting on her clit through the fabric. His eyes darkened, probably feeling the heat of her wetness beneath his fingers, and sinful became primal. “Loki's right over there, sugar. All his equipment within reach. Feeling brave?”
“Not tonight.” The words came quickly, without hesitation, and she knew they were the right ones. Thane's lust was infectious, she could feel herself responding to it as it snaked through her veins. Saying yes would give her an experience—and a memento—she wouldn't soon forget, but she knew how consequences could catch up faster than expected. “We'll talk about it, when we're both not as horny as a pair of teenagers.”
He watched her as though contemplating ripping her clothes off and fucking her where they were, regardless of who was around them. A muscle in his jaw tensed, then he nodded. “Sorry, sugar, I got a little carried away there. It's your body. It will always be your body, your choice, no matter who you submit to.” He dropped his hand from between her legs. “I'm gonna go get some air if the celebrations are over.”
Standing on her tiptoes, Connie brushed her lips over his. “Thank you.”
For an instant, he deepened the kiss, then stepped away. He cast his eyes over the lucky couple, then limped over to the door and slipped out. Bearing weight on his shoulders he hadn't had just a few minutes before, she realized, trying to figure out where it had come from. Did he think that she'd felt pressured into having herself pierced because he'd asked a question—a question that wasn't out of place, given the circumstances.
Deciding not to leave him alone for too long, Connie wandered over to kiss Anarchy on the cheek and offer her congratulations. As her friend's eyes filled with gratitude, Connie turned to Jasper and hugged him tight. “Make sure you give her everything she could ever need, J. God knows she's earned it, living with you.”
Jasper laughed quietly. “Don't I know it. You know how much I love her, Connie.”
“Yeah, I do.” She kissed his cheek, then made her excuses. As she walked toward the door, intending to trace Thane's footsteps, she heard Braun murmuring to Bodie, persuading her it was time to go home, and the little sub's protests. No doubt they'd be heading back to the house within the next few minutes.
Braun was not a Master to argue with, and when it came to the health of his girlfriend and his unborn baby, he was immovable in his desire to keep them both safe.
Connie wanted that. She wanted the safety and security of a man who would fight to protect what mattered most to him. She needed the connection both Braun and Jasper had found with their women. Craved it.
It was the only reason she could find to explain why she was running down the walkway, chasing after Thane.
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Chapter Twelve
Thane burst out onto the porch and swallowed down fresh air like a drowning man. His cock ached like a bitch in heat, and he couldn't get it to desist. Too many fantasies of strapping Connie down, forcing her to take his fist, kept his erection alive. Add in the punch of possession he'd felt, thinking about toying with a ring in her clit as he ate her out, and he'd never be flaccid again.
But the sweep of guilt was strong. She may be growing comfortable with submitting to him—beautifully so—but that didn't mean he had the right to pressure her into modifying her body for his benefit. That was something that fucker Evan would have done.
He'd read it in her eyes, though he doubted she realized she'd conveyed her thoughts so clearly, and felt as though his foot was poised above a butterfly, the sole of his boot crushing it slowly. Little bones and fragile wings destroyed through carelessness.
Walking away wasn't his finest moment, but he'd been unable to stand there, captured in a fantasy, with her gray eyes shadowed with wariness. Getting away, breathing, was the only way he could stop himself from making a bad situation worse.
Christ, living in the skin of the Dom was giving him a power trip he hadn't had the pleasure of for a long time. He could understand how Connie had become such a force to be reckoned with, how she'd flattened such an innate part of herself to allow the Domme to flourish into an unstoppable entity. He could feel himself sliding down that same slippery slope, throttling his submissive side so that he could take complete control over Connie. He was losing the balance, and he had to regain it, pinpoint it perfectly again.
Connie had to take the wheel tonight. Humble him, bring him back to an even keel.
Thane jolted as his phone vibrated in his pocket. Shit, he'd forgotten to stow it away in his locker. Guiltily, he pulled it out and frowned at the screen, curious as to who would be calling him at this time on a Friday night. Everyone who mattered was here. He scowled at the unfamiliar number, debating whether to answer. It might kill a few more minutes before he went back inside and dropped to his knees before his Mistress, requesting a scene.
