Free Pierced by Natasha Knight Page B

pressed the needle through the soft flesh and she winced when it came out the other side. Fastening the jewelry in place, he covered the wound with antibacterial spray. “Finished,” he said, stepping back for her to have a look.
    She lifted her head, but before her gaze found the shiny new piercing, it settled for a moment on the hard length of his cock barely contained by his jeans. Her throat worked as she swallowed. She quickly turned her attention to her belly button.
    “It looks great,” she said. It did; the jewelry was displayed beautifully against her toned, tanned stomach.
    “Do you have any tattoos?” he asked her.
    “No,” she answered, trying to keep her eyes from returning to his crotch. “My ex… Well, to be honest, he had a lot of rules for me to follow. A tattoo was definitely not on the ‘allowed’ side,” she continued. He could see that she still kept glancing at his pants from under her thick lashes.
    “Allowed?” he asked, extending his hand to help her sit up. Now this was getting really interesting.
    She ignored his hand. “That’s one of the reasons he’s my ex,” she defended, sitting up without his help and swinging her legs over the edge of the table.
    “But you always do what you’re told?”
    She looked at him as she stood and slipped her arms into the sleeves of her jacket. “I have to go. How much do I owe you?”
    He didn’t smile. “Nothing. It’s on the house.”
    “Oh.” She picked up her purse. “Are you sure?”
    He nodded once, watching her, enjoying her discomfort.
    “Thanks, I guess.” She sounded uncertain.
    “So he’s your ex. You in a relationship now with someone who doesn’t allow you to do what you like to your body?”
    “I’m not in a relationship,” she answered flatly.
    “I’ve been watching you the last few weeks. You come here, park your car and walk toward the shop. You almost, just almost, made it in once or twice. What got you so scared?”
    “I…”
    “Don’t waste time denying it. I’m not here to judge you. You’ve just piqued my curiosity.”
    “I, uh, I don’t know really. Maybe it was you and the other guy or maybe it was just the place. I don’t know,” she answered.
    He could see how nervous she was getting. “Maybe the idea that you were breaking the rules?”
    “Maybe.” She shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other, but she didn’t leave.
    “You’ve intrigued me, Maggie. In fact, I’d like to break some rules myself.”
    “What do you mean?” The color drained from her face.
    He grinned. “All I can think of right now are all the wicked things I’d like to do to you. You see how turned on I am by you, right?”
    Her gaze darted from his eyes, to his crotch, then back up. She didn’t answer.
    “Ever been spanked, Maggie?”
    “No.”
    “Would you like to be?” Not a sound from her. “You’re curious or you would have run like hell by now.”
    “I’m sorry, I…”
    He ignored her, continuing. “I’d love to take you over my knee, bare your ass and spank it. Doesn’t the idea turn you on just a little bit? Me talking about it?”
    “I don’t understand.” She stared at him wide-eyed.
    “Nothing to understand. No apologies and no judgments. If the idea intrigues you, come back Friday night at ten.”
    With that she left and walked—no, ran—toward her car. Anthony couldn’t help but laugh out loud as he locked the door and went into his office. He needed to jerk off before he could get back to painting.
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Two
     
     
    At ten o’clock on Friday night, the black Audi turned onto the street as Anthony watched. Normally this would be a busy time at the parlor, but since they were under construction, he only took clients by appointment.
    “Time for you to take off, little brother,” he told Joel, who followed Anthony’s gaze.
    “Who’s she?”
    “Maggie Adler,” he said. “Go.”
    Joel slipped out the door and went in the opposite direction of