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Kaz taps the screen and the all-in-one med-bay machine hums to life. "All right, we..."
He trails off as he turns around and gets a look at me.
I have to admit, I find his reactions a lot of fun. I straighten my shoulders a bit more, trying my best to preen and to also not be completely obvious about it at the same time. His flummoxed stare takes away my nervousness, and then there's nothing left but anticipation.
"Everything all right?" I whisper.
Kazex clears his throat and nods. "Yes. Fine. Great. Awesome. Ready."
He takes a step toward me and angles the head of the machine, zooming in on the part of me that will need the “assistance.”
"Wait," I say as he steps in closer. "Back home someone always disinfects the skin before a piercing. And then you mark the spot to ensure it looks like it's even. Shouldn't we do that?"
His brows furrow together and he glances up at me. "Did you do that with all your other piercings?"
"Yes," I lie. Okay, I didn't, but I also did those myself with a mirror or with the help of one of my sisters. This is a little different and on a very jiggly body part.
Also—and I confess I'm terrible for wanting this—I want to see Kazex's reaction when he has to touch me.
"Right." He clears his throat again and moves across the room, pulling open a drawer and pulling out some of the ultra-soft woven plas that's used in place of gauze. He digs around in the bottles on a nearby tray until he finds one and picks it up triumphantly. "Disinfectant."
"Perfect." I straighten again and cup my right breast. "Let's start with this one."
He turns around, his gaze going to where I clutch my breast, and a hungry sound escapes him.
I give him a bright, innocent smile. "I'll hold my breast still for you and you can wipe it down."
Kaz makes another incoherent sound that might be assent, and then he moves the cloth reverently over my breast. He takes care to go over the nipple repeatedly, and I hold my breath. I'm turned on by his hungry focus and by the gentle touches. I knew this moment would be erotically charged, but I don't think I realized just how much it'd make me ache. I hunger for him, for more touches. For him to put his mouth on my nipple instead of the cloth. I want him to take control of the moment and push me down onto the table and claim me as his.
He doesn't, though. And I'm strangely disappointed.
"You want me to mark you?" he asks, voice husky.
When I nod, he digs through Sakkar's tools again and looks for something that will leave a print on my skin. He does and then steps back to admire his work. "Like that?"
I'm glad I asked, because he's marked my nipple in a North-South manner instead of an East-West like I'd envisioned. "Not quite? I was thinking across, not up and down."
"Right." Kazex reaches out and brushes the mark off my skin. Like he's not even thinking about it.
My nipple immediately hardens and I gasp at his touch.
He withdraws, eyes hooded as his hand hovers over my naked breast. "You want to do it?"
Do I? I consider for a moment, then shake my head. "You can do it. I was just...startled."
Startled at how good it felt. Of course it feels good. It's literally Kazex toying with my nipples. Our eyes meet before he reaches out and brushes his fingers over my nipple again. My pussy clenches, and I've never had a more erotic moment than staring him in the eye as he rubs the sides of my nipple clean of the mark he'd put there not moments ago.
Why, oh why did I think this was a good idea? He doesn’t look half as affected as I am.
And yet…I know he is. I know Kazex and I know that this has to be making him crazy on the inside. I can read just about everyone but Kaz. His only tell is that he has no tell. He makes himself carefully blank.
I’m dying to break through that blankness.
“So…left to right?” he asks, voice utterly neutral as he picks up the pen to mark my skin again.
I nod and, when he leans close, move just enough to give my breast a little jiggle. “Can I ask you something while you’re down there?”
His gaze flicks back up to me. “What?”
“Do you think my breasts are uneven? I think the one on the right is bigger than the one on the left.”
Kazex inhales slowly. His gaze remains focused on my tits, and then he carefully marks one side of my nipple in the spot we discussed. “I think they’re both perfect and you know that.”
“But do you think one’s bigger?—”
