Piercing a Dom's Heart by Holly Roberts Read Free Book Online

his peak and taking her with him.
    Their bodies’ trembled and low groans became desperate cries. The heat built until lava ruptured from deep inside. His hands held her hips using a bruising grip as he pumped into her while his orgasm finally erupted.
    Unhurriedly he unfastened her hands and then massaged her arm and shoulder muscles. He continued the steady pressure until her breathing slowed.
    Her lips begged for his kiss and his tongue explored her mouth and ended by stroking her tongue ring. The unique honey blend of her mouth caused his cock to harden again. He didn’t stop and their sexual dance began once more.
    Several hours later he led her to the shower and washed the makeup from her eyes. He tipped her head up and looked at her gorgeous complexion and the natural beauty of her face. Her large blue eyes stared back.
    “Tell me about the piercings.”
    “You want to know why my pussy is pierced?”
    “No, I want to know about your face.”
    “I’d rather tell you about the other ones.”
    “I know, but these are more important.”
    She smiled sensually.
    “Yes, the others turn me on but these,” His fingers pulled on the individual loops and barbells including the ones on the sides of her nose and mouth, “These are the better story.”
    She dropped her eyes and he waited. His hands smoothed over the curves of her body which fit perfectly to his. Finally she began talking.
    “My mother was beautiful before drugs and alcohol took over completely. When I was young she brought men to our house and I could hear them throughout the night. Some were friendly, some never gave me any attention, and some paid me too much attention.” She took another deep breath, “My mother had a thing about body perfection. When I was twelve, a friend of mine pierced my eyebrow and my mom flipped out. I guess she always thought her baby girl would grow up in her illustrious footsteps and become a stripper. She told me mutilating my body would ruin any chance I had of making it in Vegas. Every week I came home with new holes in my face and ears. I did it to hurt my mother but I also enjoyed the pain and feel of the needle. I have holes in my face that I allowed to close over so I could have them pierced again.” She tilted her head back and looked into his eyes. “I’m totally fucked up.”
    He moved his body around and pulled her slick wet back to his chest. He took her hands and placed them flat on the wall pushing her upper body down so she bent slightly at the waist. In one fluid thrust he buried his cock deep inside her pussy. “No, this is fucked and I want to fuck you again and again.”
    His hands grasped her hips as his cock slid in and out. When both their bodies trembled and pulsed with release, he turned her around and slowly kissed each of her facial piercings. “These are sexy as hell and I want to see a needle enter your skin. Then I want to fuck you hard. God my bitch of a mother would loath you.”
    “That’s funny because my mother would love you.”

 
    Chapter Eight
     
    The next day they argued about where her piercing would go.
    “I want another one on my lip.”
    “And I want to kiss you and not worry about you being in pain or possible infection.”
    “You want to take a whip to my body but you’re worried about a little pain when we kiss?”
    “Come on, indulge me.” His voice was low and sexy.
    “I’m letting my brother’s limo driver take us to the piercer so when we’re done you can throw me in the back and fuck me hard. I think I’m being generous enough.”
    He kissed her, his tongue playing with her tongue ring. Pulling back he grinned wickedly. “Do I need to paddle you into submission?”
    “Hmm, that might help.”
    ***
    They adjusted their clothing after he pounded her body into the leather upholstery in the back of the limo. Her eyebrow was red and slightly swollen. He placed a gentle kiss on the gold ring he bought her.
    “My ass is red too.”
    “Oh baby, I’ll kiss