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Before we go, Mandy takes a few pictures of our tattoos, then a few more of us both together, from the side with my arm curled around Bellas side so that my dragon ends up right next to her lily - and two more with us kissing that way. She already has Bellas email address and promises to send us the best ones, while two print-outs will join the huge wall of their happy customers at the back of the studio.
Armed with a whole arsenal of cleaning products and instructions we finally take our leave and head back home. Bella is unusually quiet in the passenger seat, but I dont worry too much when I see her lift her right shoulder periodically where it sits very lightly against the backrest of the seat. It costs me a lot not to add a few taunting remarks but I decide to act more mature than my ego wants me to and hold my tongue until were back home.
I have to admit, it feels like a small weight has been lifted off my chest when we find the living room empty, and a note from Jazz telling us that hes out with a few of his colleagues, trying to round up a few more people for his business - and wont be back for several hours still. To me at least it seems like hes making an effort not to get on our nerves too much, and I appreciate that, even though Bella keeps frowning at the note for nearly a minute.
"Would you really prefer if hed be so broken that hes all curled up on our couch the whole time?"
She must have been lost in her own thoughts because she jumps at the sound of my voice, then hastily puts the note down and shakes her head.
"No, of course not. I just hope he doesnt take an example from Alice and goes into full-blown avoidance mode now. "
Nothing I can add to that, really, so I hug her from behind and pull her against me, relishing the low laugh she rewards me with.
"Stop it, you insatiable beast you!"
"Beast, huh?"
"Yes, a beast," she huffs, then tabs the bandage over my tatt lightly. "That dragon really fits you perfectly. Although I think it still lacks some smoke coming from its nostrils, when its huffing and puffing indignantly. "
I accept her jab with a grunt, then retaliate by letting my arms slip from around her so I can tickle her sides. Now shes squealing, and before I can catch her again Bella dances away from me and towards the bedroom.
"No, you dont!" she complains when I make as if to grab her again, making me raise my eyebrow.
"Says who?"
"Says me. "
"I cant help it, you seem awfully cocky tonight. I think something must have gotten to your head. What you really need right now is a good lesson in proper behavior. "
Her eyes light up at my threat, but then she bites her lip and shakes her head.
"Not tonight. And I really need to use the bathroom now. Gotta see the tatt from up close. "
Then shes gone, leaving me with the distinct feeling that my girl just cockblocked me in the most blatant of ways. Following her upstairs, I stay in the bedroom and give her what time she needs in the bathroom, which is an awful lot as I soon realize. Im even a little concerned by the time she exits it again and pads over to me. When I kiss her I taste a hint of something I didnt really expect.
"Painkillers? That bad?"
She shrugs, avoiding my gaze, but when I catch her hand and draw her down onto the bed next to me, she offers me a small, apologetic smile.
"Not the tattoo. "
I mentally go through all the conversations weve had today, wondering if shes mentioned something like the onset of a headache, but come up blank. Then something else occurs to me.
"Just what were you and Mandy up to when she was giving you the tour?
As far as I remember the studios not that large. "
Bella shrugs again, the gesture obviously too offhand to be real, but when she sees that I dont buy it, she drops the act of innocence. Instead shes back to gnawing on her lip, her standard nervous gesture, but her gaze is laden with something heavier than just chagrin at avoiding me.
"We might have been up to something else, too, yes. "
"Something else, huh?"
"Yes," she said, pronouncing the word very precisely, before she crawls backwards off the bed until shes standing right next to me. I follow her movements with my eyes only, and watch in silence as she wrings her hands, then ditches her sweater and halter top shes wearing underneath, leaving her in her pants and the dark blue halter bikini top shes chosen to avoid any bra straps causing her discomfort over her new tattoo.
"You know, this is probably just because Ive been watching too much porn. "
"There is nothing like too much porn," I reply, grinning up at her. She huffs, then smiles back.
"Okay, scratch that then, maybe Ive been watching just enough porn to get curious. Not that I want to attempt a new career as a Suicide Girl, but, you know, Im a terribly curious person. "
"Thankfully. "
Another smile, but the way she keeps wringing her hands I wish shes just go on, which she finally does after hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her pants.
"So, well, when I was over at Mandys last week to see her updated version of the design, we got talking, and one thing led to another, . . . " she trails off, then shrugs as she reaches into the cups of her bikini top to get rid of some cotton swaps, in the same motion pulling the top down to pool around her waist. "And then talking led to this. "
I let my gaze follow the motions of her fingers as she plucks the fabric from her tits, revealing her nipples hardened in the cool air of the room - and somewhat puffy from the barbells now piercing them. I feel a wry grin come to my face as I look back up to her face.
"Naughty. "
She laughs, the sound holding more relief than I think is warranted, but is at the same time so like her.
"Yeah, Im such a rebel," she offers, then crosses her arms over her stomach in a way that squishes her breasts together enticingly.
"So you like it?"
"A lot. " As does my dick.
Bella smiles, her eyes for a moment jumping to my crotch, but then she goes on while she pulls the bikini top off completely.
"Of course that means that my poor, tormented nipples are off limits for you for the next days. No sucking, licking, rubbing, twisting, pretty much no touching because I know how much of a temptation that all must be for you.
And me. "
"Dont you trust me to behave myself?"
She considers my question a little too long, but then grins brightly when she sees me frown.
"Of course I trust you. But I also dont want to tease you too much if I can avoid it. "
"Really. " No question, but a statement.
"Im not done yet," she offers in turn, then blushes, that in itself as adorable as it is strange. Unless, of course, that talking has lead to more still.
"No?"
"No. You see, when we were done with the tattoo today and Mandy and I were in the back room, getting everything ready for my nipples, I was kind of, ah, afraid. And she kept going on how the pain is not that bad, just like a harder pinch thats over within a few seconds, and, you know me, of course I had to blurt out that I know I can take a lot more than just a few moments of pinching. I think she was still grinning knowingly when she told me to raise my arms so she could place the marks for the needle symmetrically, and I was still rambling when she took it out of the sterile wrapping - and then it was all over, really not more than a pinch, it was nearly disappointing. I mean now it hurts more, but I really thought it would be worse. Mandy was clearly amused by my reaction, and then quite casually told me that it doesnt really get any worse anywhere else if I didnt find the nipples that painful. At least she didnt feel like any of her other 27 piercings were much more painful. And of course I had to ask where else shes pierced, with her tongue, lip, and ears leaving another 13 unaccounted for.
Then one thing led to another, and welll-"
"Youre rambling," I interrupt her gently, and Bella actually rolls her eyes at me.
"Yes, I know that Im rambling! Sheesh! Ive worked on that speech the whole way back and now youre interrupting me!"
"Im sorry. "
"Yes, I can see just how sorry! Stop smirking like that, or Ill insist on her fourteen days no sex safety instructions!"
Now thats a threat if Ive ever heard one.
"Fourteen days?"
"Well, some people insist on that," she replies haughtily, before her previous grin wins over again. "Anyway, what I was trying to say is that after piercing my nipples was a nearly anti-climactic experience, as far as my worst fears went, I got a little light-headed. And cocky. Impulsive. Like I sometimes do when something Ive been dreading turns out to be better than Ive hoped for. "
Very like her, I agree silently. Ive seen it happen time and again, although right now Im really wishing that she goes on and quits talking.
"Long story short, I finally got my courage back together after Mandy was done taping my nipples up and asked her right away just how much worse the more, ah, fleshier parts of the female anatomy hurt. And she shrugged and said that depends on just how sensitive I am, to which I replied not that much, and -"
"And one thing led to another?" I helpfully supply, causing her to emit a cute growl.
"Yes, it did! So while you were sitting out there, all white in the face and sweating like a pig I ditched the other half of my clothes, jumped up onto Mandys chair and asked her if my labia were anatomicallysuited to be pierced. Happy now?"
"Very," I reply, now smirking at her defiance while my cock is begging me to just shut up as not to incur her wrath. "Outer or inner?"
"Outer," she huffs back, then in an unconscious move she crosses her arms over her chest, which in turn makes her wince when she brushes against her sore nipples. She tries to keep up her stubborn act but I can already see it crumbing, torn apart between her badly contained laughter and more wincing. "And seriously, that bitch must have a hell of a high pain tolerance, because thats so not true with the not much worse!"
"Aw, come ere!" I beckon her with my arms open, my belligerence instantly answered by her sticking her tongue out at me. But then she reconsiders her stance and crawls back onto the bed, letting me comfort her with a warm hug.
It has never been so hard to keep my hands mostly to myself, though.
Taking pity in me - or in herself as I am sure that even the soft fabric of her trousers must be irritating her - Bella finally peels the rest of her clothes off.
I grin at the sight of her white cotton panties, that choice telling me that she must have considered needing something less restricting than a thong when she got dressed this morning already, but wisely hold my tongue.
When they finally come off Bella remains lying on her side, her knees still pressed together, but at a gentle nudge from me she lets her thighs fall open so that I can catch a glimpse of the four rings now adorning her pussy lips, two on each side.
"No touching, tugging, playing around with. Cleaning two times a day, I have to keep them as dry as I can manage. No tight clothing that can cause friction, and when I do have sex again, condoms until the wounds are closed. Healing time between three to six months," she murmurs, sounding very clinical as she does.
"Fourteen days, eh?" I ask again, the implication of that meaning a possible twenty-six days since I let her come the last time if she really sticks to it kind of baffling.
"Well," Bella hedges, "some say two weeks without sex. When she realized that was about the only thing making me hesitate Mandy told me that she didnt last two hours herself when she got hers. But she advised, if possible, only doggie style, and still no touching of the piercings. Anals okay, though. "
That last part makes me chuckle, and Bella lets her thighs fall closed again, but in a way that keeps the pressure off her tormented pussy.
"I know you must find that incredibly funny, but seriously, twelve days is bad. Twice that much and Ill be a tight-wound bundle of insanity. "
"Do you really think I would keep you hanging that long?"
"You might," she muses, then grins at my playful frown. "As punishment for not talking with you about getting pierced beforehand maybe?"
"Why the hell should I do that?"
"Just a thought. "
While she shrugs that off I feel like she needs a little more reassurance, so I wait until she looks at me again, gnawing on her bottom lip. Again.
"Of course I wouldnt. Its your body, you can do with it whatever you want to. You dont need my permission for that, or anyone elses. "
Im glad she doesnt seem surprised at my words, but definitely relieved.
"Thank you for being so thoughtful. "
"Thank you for being such a smart-ass," I retort, then kiss her with more heat than before as I let my mind run high with the possibilities her quest for rebellion - or whatever it is, I really dont mind either way - now opens for me. Her answering moan makes me want to just fuck the living shit out of her - which right now I obviously cant.
Fuck.
She looks at me weirdly when I disengage myself from her, chuckling under my breath, but she doesnt protest when I ditch my own clothes in turn. My arm is burning under the bandage and the urge to rip it off and scratch is at the forefront of my mind even with my cock screaming for attention, and I wonder for a moment just how much worse that all must be for her. That makes me somewhat obliged to help her scratch that one itch I can, at the moment.
"So what do you want to do about that twelve days situation?"
"Youre really asking me this?"
Her disbelief causes another chuckle to escape me, this one a lot darker.
"Im open to suggestions. But if you dont want to offer any, we can just roll over and go to sleep -"
"No, no, suggestions sound good!" Bella muses about that for a few seconds, then frowns. "You know, this new temporary living arrangement is one huge cockblock!"
"Last time I checked it was just the two of us here. "
"Yeah, but we cant really do anything downstairs!"
"We still have the bed," I offer. "Most people dont even know you can have sex outside of it. "
"Very funny. " She considers the soft, dark duvets were right now lying on, although I wonder if shes not just stealthily eyeing my cock. "Do you just want to fuck, or more?"
"Do you?"
She grins, then shrugs, the motion ending in a slight wince that I presume hails from the sore skin on her shoulder blade.
"Id love to say Im in for everything you wanna dish out, but right now I think that would be a moment of massive delusion. And quite frankly, Im way too horny to just make sweet, sweet love here. "
That is quite obvious from the perpetual flush on her cheeks, and when my eyes keep wanting to zoom from her face down to her tits, I get an idea.
The sad fact is, if I fuck her from behind kneeling on the bed, Im taking half of the fun from myself. But there are ways to avoid that. Taking her hand I draw her off the bed and to her feet, then start walking us towards the bathroom.
"Uh, you heard that part about not spending ages in the shower, right?"
Bella reminds me, earning a stern look from me in turn.
"Im not stupid. And I dont want to ravage you in the shower, either. "
Leaving her standing at the door I hunt down the low plastic stool we keep under the sink so that Bella can reach the upper part of the towel rack herself and doesnt need me to fetch them all the time.
"Up with you onto the stool, and your other leg goes up onto the countertop," I tell her in a quiet but firm tone, and have to hide a smirk at how she visibly snaps from her tightly wound state into a more relaxed, meeker demeanor.
Having her naked ass right in front of my cock calls for a lesson in restraint from me, but I do my best to try to ignore her juicy bits for the moment. The way she is standing now leaves her not only open and available to me, but at the perfect height so I dont have to slouch, a definite advantage for me -
and in the end for her, too. Yet instead of doing what I really want - to grab her hips and fuck her senseless - I reach around her on both sides of her body to switch on the faucet, washing my hands with soap while her eyes never stray from my face.
A light shiver runs through her when she feels my wet fingers on her shoulder, then another when I slowly peel off the bandage over her tattoo and clean it gently with more water, before I do the same with mine. Her skin is slightly red and irritated but less so than mine, and it takes a lot of me not to lean in and ghost my lips over the lily petal blooming across her shoulder blade. I know enough about basic hygiene - and way too much about the serious implications of not keeping it up - to know that my mouth has no place anywhere Mandys glove covered fingers went today, but its still hard not to touch Bella wherever I want to. I nevertheless take my time admiring the design in the right light, before I turn my head so I can look at her face in the mirror.
"Beautiful," I murmur, then kiss her shoulder - well away from the irritated skin - before I reach around her for the drawer where we stash the lube. I am aware that she is following every motion of my hands intently, but when I glance up to her face her eyes snap straight ahead again, causing a sly smile to appear on my own.
"I dont mind you watching me. As long as you know your proper place. "
"Yes, Master. "
"Good girl," I whisper into her hair as I squirt a generous amount of the viscous liquid onto my fingers. Bella tenses a little when I reach down and spread her ass cheeks with one hand unceremoniously, then sighs softly as she feels two of my fingers push into her rectum, her own fingers clenched on the stone of the counter until shes able to relax around the intrusion. I take my time rotating my fingers inside of her to spread the lube everywhere, before I begin fucking her like that for a while. She cant really contribute much friction of her own as shes already on her tiptoes to keep the strain off her raised leg, but from the moans and cut off sighs I can tell how much she enjoys this - while I enjoy the way her swollen nipples bounce along with her breasts with every breath she takes and every thrust she responds to.
Long before I expect her to she starts begging me to let her come, and I slow down a little to drag out her sweet torment. Then again it has been twelve days since last I let her come, and its obvious that the slight pain from the piercings is taking a heavy toll on her stamina. When she realizes that I have no intention of letting her off the hook - yet - Bella looks ready to snarl in my face, earning herself a hard slap on her ass after I withdraw my fingers.
"I can stop right now, you know," I taunt, snorting when I see the panic in her eyes. Exhaling loudly, I watch her intently as she closes her eyes and tries to regain what little calm she can muster, trying hard to appease me.