Page 68 of Ruthless King (Mount Trilogy 1)
I’ve thought about getting my hood pierced for years, and almost did before I met Brett. I brought it up once to him, but he dismissed it as a stupid idea.
That didn’t stop me from wanting it, though, and wondering what it would be like. My hips shift from side to side as Mount studies me like he’s reading my every reaction and expression.
“You’ve already had it done before?” This is actually a question, one of the few he’s truly asked me.
I shake my head. “No.”
“But you wanted to do it.”
I bite down on my lip, not wanting to actually admit it.
Mount doesn’t need to hear my confession. He reads it on my face.
“You’re getting it pierced tonight.”
This time, my mouth drops open in shock. “What?”
“I swore I’d keep this pussy to myself, but I want you pierced with the jewelry I choose. An emerald. Every time I spread your legs, I want to see it flash at me the same way your eyes do.”
His tongue circles my clit, teasing and testing before nipping and tugging. My hips press up against his mouth, increasing the pressure, but he backs off again.
“Tell me you want it.”
“I want to come,” I say instead.
“Not until you admit you want that piercing. That you want to feel it between your legs, and that every time you move, you’ll think of me, even without your ass or pussy filled.”
His finger lazily circles my entrance, pushing in and out to the first knuckle, teasing me until I want to scream. I manage to keep my silence for another ninety seconds. I count them in my head, and I can’t hold back any longer.
“Just let me come.”
His finger plunges inside me, fucking me now.
“Not until you tell me you want it. I can see it in your face, but I need to hear it from those fuckable lips.”
At this point, I’m ready to agree to nearly anything this manipulative son of a bitch demands, but the fact that it’s something I’ve secretly wanted for years? What do I have to lose?
“Fine! Yes! I want it. Now, let me come.”
True to his word, Mount devours me again, his lips, teeth, tongue, and fingers getting me off in record time. As soon as the orgasm shimmers through my body like some kind of voodoo magic, he stands and flips my skirt down.
“Don’t ever say I never gave you anything you asked for.”
He pulls his phone from his pocket and taps on the screen. He starts to speak as he walks away from where I’m still bound to the desk.
“I need a piercer. Tonight. Female.” Mount pauses. “Yeah, she’ll do. Make sure she knows what happens if she talks. Get her here in fifteen minutes with her equipment and gold-and-emerald jewelry.” Another pause. “Make it happen.” He ends the call.
The reality of what I’ve agreed to crashes into me. “We’re really doing this? Now? Tonight?”
Mount turns around to face me. “You think I’m going to give you a chance for second thoughts? You want it. I’m willing to bet you’ve wanted it for years.” He tilts his head to the side, as though trying to read my mind. “Are you capable of telling the truth, or are you going to lie to me again?”
His challenge forces my honesty. “I’ve thought about it.”
“Why didn’t you do it? You go after everything else you want.”
I don’t answer, but he makes an assumption that’s probably accurate.
“Ah. Well now, you don’t have that problem anymore. I think it’s hot as fuck, and I can’t wait to see you pierced.”
