Free Pierced by Natasha Knight Page A

looked even smaller now that she stood in front of him. She leaned just a little bit away and he wondered if she was even aware of the small movement. He smiled and held out his hand. She was nervous and maybe a little scared. He liked that combination very much.
    “I’m Anthony Lawson; I’m the owner of Chaos and the main artist. You’re here for a tattoo?”
    “Oh, no,” she said, slipping her small hand into his rough, paint-smudged one. “Sorry, I’m Maggie,” she said. “Maggie Adler. Nice to meet you.”
    He didn’t let go of her hand but instead waited for her to continue.
    “I wanted to have my belly button pierced.”
    Damn. A piercing. It would be so quick it’d barely be a teaser.
    “Mmm hmm,” he said, still holding on to her.
    She kept talking, something she probably always did when she was anxious. “I was wondering if you do that? I mean, I assumed a tattoo parlor would do that. Only if it won’t hurt so much though,” she quickly added.
    Anthony exhaled a small laugh. “Let’s have a look.” He let go of her hand, grabbed the nearest chair and sat down right where he’d been standing. “Lift your top,” he said, his eyes fixed on hers, studying her reaction to him. Christ, he was starting to get hard.
    She fumbled to open the buttons on her blazer and lifted her shirt to reveal a flat, tanned stomach. Anthony grabbed her by the waist and pulled her closer, setting her off-balance. He held on to her longer than necessary as he pretended to check out her navel. When he released her, she remained where she was, sucking in a breath as he ran his hand over her belly button.
    “We can do it now,” he said.
    “Will it hurt?” she asked.
    “Depends on your tolerance for pain,” he answered smoothly and stood. “Lie down on the table while I get a needle.”
    “Oh. Uh, maybe I should come back when you’re open for real.” She fumbled with her purse and took a step toward the door.
    “So you can run away like a frightened little rabbit?”
    She stared at him wide-eyed.
    “You won’t come back if you leave now.” He turned to walk to the back room. “Choose a piece of jewelry from the case, then lie down on the table, Maggie,” he said as he looked over his shoulder at her.
    She obeyed. That was a good sign. He figured her to be a submissive; everything about her screamed it, actually. Even her body type, petite with a great ass for spanking, whipping…
    Fuck! He was hard. Stepping into the back office he found the new, individually wrapped needles and chose one. He thought to ease his erection down, then decided against it. In fact, that was the moment he decided to proposition Maggie Adler. Better to let her see just what she’d be getting into if she accepted his invitation to play.
    When he returned she was lying on the table. She’d taken her jacket off and her hands were fisting the fabric of her shirt.
    “I’d like the butterfly in the top row. The pink one,” she said before he even asked.
    He took the simple, small navel ring she’d chosen out of the case and walked to the table where she lay waiting. Without speaking, he took her hands and placed them on either side of her. He then lifted her shirt up to just under her bra. He smiled when she didn’t resist. He eyed the soft pink lace for a moment before turning his attention to her navel, cleaning it with an alcohol swab. It would be easy enough to pierce, but he wanted to draw it out.
    “Are you nervous, Maggie?” he asked, taking the needle out of its packaging.
    “No,” she answered.
    “Then why are your knuckles white?” he continued as he pressed the needle into the flesh at the top of the belly button.
    She tensed as the needle broke the skin. “It hurts,” she said, gripping the edges of the table.
    He looked her in the eye then. “A little pain can bring a great deal of pleasure. Heighten it, even, to unimaginable levels.” He watched her reaction. Her eyes grew wider but he didn’t quit. He