Blaze directed me to sit on top of the desk, facing him.

He sat in a chair directly in front of me, but rolled back to give Jag space to perform a quick examination to determine the ideal placement for the piercings.

Her eyes traveled over my breasts, down my stomach and stopped at my pussy, before she lifted an appreciative brow. However, besides that brief gesture, she said nothing, keeping her mannerisms and choice of words professional.

“It could prolong the healing time, but do you want me to use numbing cream?” Jag asked.

I almost responded, but then remembered she was likely talking to Blaze and not to me.

Say yes, please say yes.

“No,” Blaze said. I rolled my eyes. In my mind, of course.

Jag gave a curt nod and the powerful smell of antiseptic filled my nostrils as she wiped off both nipples, dotted them with a marker of sorts, and asked me to lie down. I deliberately avoided looking at her tray of piercing tools and kept my eyes on Blaze’s smooth, extremely high ceilings.

She positioned herself on the opposite side of the desk and stood near my head. As I looked up, an upside-down version of Jag stared back at me.

“Keep your hands flat at your sides and don’t move,” she said. Glancing at Blaze, she added, “Tell me when.”

I was unaware that Blaze had come back close to the desk until I felt his hands caress my thighs. It was such a pleasant feeling anytime he touched me. Parting my legs, Blaze dragged his fingers over my pussy. After giving him oral earlier, I was already wet.

“You’ll know when she’s ready,” he said to Jag.

Then, without warning, his tongue swept over my center and I sighed with pleasure. 

How on earth was I supposed to remain still if he was eating me out while Jag was piercing my nipples?

You horrible… twisted… infuriating… His lips brushed across my clit. Oh, so talented, asshole!

I closed my eyes and struggled internally, willing my mind to focus all my strength on being still and not on how skilled he was.

But it was useless. Blaze was an expert at this. He found my most sensitive spot in no time and sucked it delicately, then aggressively, drawing circles and erotic mazes with his tongue all over my area.

My hands itched to grab his head and force him deeper, but I resisted. However, once his fingers pressed into me, getting in on the action, I arched my back, practically shoving my breast in Jag’s face since she was now hovering over me. She took that as her cue to begin.

I opened my eyes just in time to see her unwrap a sharp instrument, and that was when the most bizarre thing happened.

“Yes, please, Mistress,” I cried out.

The involuntary urging escaped my lips so quick even I wasn’t sure I’d said it.

It was official. I’d lost it. Blaze had pulled me over to the dark side. Less than an hour ago, I wasn’t sure I wanted any part in this. Now I was begging for it?

What. The. Hell?

Blaze had proved to me time and time again that pleasure was intensified when pain was present, and not only did I want it. I sought it out.

Jag pushed the tiny tool through my nipple and it stung, but the jolt of pain felt from the initial entry only lasted a second or two, similar to a quick bite or pinch.

It may have been worse, but while she was adding pressure to my upper half, Blaze was simultaneously pleasuring my lower half. Despite being consumed by a jumble of complex feelings, I managed to keep my body, face, and mind utterly still and relaxed.

He sucked harder on my clit and I sighed and moaned, not sure which of them were evoking which reaction.

I felt a light tugging and a cool sensation that wasn’t really painful, and I imagined Jag was inserting the actual ring into my right nipple.

It would be simple to confirm this by opening my eyes, but I wasn’t interested in watching her gloved hands bejewel my nipples. I was riding the wave of sensations and was already nearing my climax.

Jag moved on to my left nipple, gripping it firmly but gently. Blaze stopped tasting me, but kept his fingers moving inside, rubbing up against what must have been my G-spot because it felt exquisite.

I heard his chair roll back and my eyes popped open.

Blaze was watching me.

“Do me a favor,” he said to Jag, his gaze locked on mine. “Go slow with that one. I want her to feel every second.”

I didn’t have time to mentally curse him. I was too busy bracing myself for the pain that would run parallel to the sexual gratification.

Nevertheless, the Madame obliged, taking her time, pushing the point through. I sucked in a sharp breath and trembled, but my hands remained flat against the desk.

“Don’t focus on what she’s doing. Focus on what I’m doing,” Blaze said.

And I tried. I swear I tried, but it hurt way worse this time around.

With his free hand, Blaze massaged my right inner thigh. It was an interesting trick that loosened some of the tension and eased some of the pain.

“What do good girls say?” Blaze prompted, as I gradually zoned back in on the phenomenal job his hands were doing.

“Thank you, sir,” I said, my breathing heavy and short.

“And to Jag,” he pushed.

“Thank… you, Madame,” I said through clenched teeth.

I wasn’t angry. Far from it. I was slipping into subspace again.

I could tell because talking had become difficult. My mind was reeling and all the sensations were threatening to overpower me and cause a blackout. I didn’t know rather to scream or sigh, to cry out in ecstasy or curse because of the pain.

“You’re right,” Jag said to Blaze. “She is very obedient.”

Blaze didn’t respond. His eyes were fixed on my chest, where I could still feel Jag pulling the sharp tool through. She was definitely taking her time.

“Do you like being treated this way?” Blaze suddenly asked.

I nodded.

“Use your words,” he instructed.

It took a moment, but I understood he was gauging how far gone I was. Eventually I said, “Yes… yes, I do.”

“Good. Are you close?”

“Yes, sir,” I said in a rush.

“Hold it,” Blaze ordered. “Do not cum until she says she is done. Are we understood?”

I opened my mouth. No sound. I opened it again. Nothing. Finally, a weak agreement tumbled free.

This was torture. Blaze tells me not to cum, Jag tells me not to move.

Were they trying to kill me?

With a seductive smirk on his lips, Blaze sat back down, and in an instant, he resumed passionately licking and sucking all over my pussy.

I had no idea he could swirl his tongue that fast!

Jag locked the second ring into place and finally said, “I’m done.”

Which meant I was free, and I came so hard, Blaze had to tighten his grip on my thighs to keep me in place. However, my gracious dom didn’t stop. He kept feasting on me, producing multiple orgasms as I slipped further and further into bliss.

“That’s it,” Blaze encouraged, taking a quick pause. “Keep cumming for me.”

Vaguely I noticed Jag collecting her things and exiting quietly, but the icing on the cake was when she switched off the lights and the room was bathed in darkness.

I lie on the desk panting, my legs spread wide, Blaze working his magic, but now I also noticed that my extravagant new nipple rings glowed in the dark.

Pretty, I thought, as everything went black.

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