As to their purpose… Her mind stumbled over the likeliest possibility. Memory supplied an image of the woman at Dallas’s party, the one whose shamelessly bare breasts had been adorned by sparkling jewelry.
Imagining the sensitive tip of her nipple pinched between cool metal set Noelle to squirming again. “Is that…?”
Jas answered by bending his head and tonguing her nipple, drawing a gasp from her as her flesh puckered. “They go like this,” he murmured, situating the first ring around her nipple.
The bars snapped tight, and she hissed as pain bloomed for a moment. Only a moment; the pinch wasn’t strong enough to do more than ache in a way that made her heart pound. She forced her gaze to his and wet her lips. “The other, too? Please?”
“Told you,” Ace muttered. “Such a bad girl.”
“Maybe.” Jasper pinched her other nipple before putting the ring in place, then slipped his fingers down to brush her clit. “What else do you want, sweetheart?”
She wanted him. She wanted to come. She wanted to belong in this life, where the shame burned away and nothing but giddy pleasure remained. “I want my cuffs.”
“You’ll get them.” He pushed one finger inside her and curled it, stroking over that sensitive spot that sparked a feeling too intense to be called pleasure. Pressure, maybe, and a desperate hunger for
Ace’s voice rumbled close to her ear. “Maybe I’ll give you your cuffs while you’re riding Jasper’s hand. Would you like that, princess? Do you want him to feel your pussy clench around his fingers? He’ll know how hot the needles get you. He knows how hot this is getting you right now. I bet you’re squeezing him so tight he’s imagining you all hot and wet around his dick.”
“She wouldn’t be still,” Jasper whispered. “She’s fighting the restraints right now.” He pulled his finger free only to return along with a second, thrusting deep.
Noelle let her head fall back as the stretch drove a moan from her. What a picture she must make—bound, spread wide, her clothing sliced away and her body writhing under the intoxicating mixture of pleasure and pain. Anyone could walk in and watch her work her hips up and down, and that pushed her tension to a dizzying peak.
It wasn’t bad enough that she wanted to be defiled. She wanted people to watch. “I’m so bad,” she whispered, voice slipping into a moan as she teetered on the edge of release. “I’m dirty.”
Jasper shook his head, his jaw tight. “If it were shameful, you think I’d do this to you?” He moved his hand faster, his fingers fucking in and out of her with firm strokes.
No. Ace would. Dallas might. But Jasper was so careful with her. So controlled, so deliberate, coaxing her forward one step at a time as he stripped away her defenses. She could trust that it wasn’t disgraceful.
But trusting wasn’t feeling. She struggled against the straps, panted at the bite of leather, and groaned at the pinch of steel. When his broad fingers slammed into her one last time and she came screaming, she felt
He stopped thrusting and curled his fingers, making firm little rhythmic motions inside her as Ace bumped his thumbs against the metal rings pinching her nipples in painful, beautiful counterpoint.
Jasper’s voice rasped over her. “Again.”
“I can’t,” she protested, a stupid thing to do when fluttery spasms were already driving her higher, but it couldn’t be possible to feel so much, so fast. “I
Ace’s hand closed in her hair and twisted roughly. Another layer of confused sensation, and she whimpered as he flicked one of her nipples. “Sweet little liar. If I were you, brother, I’d make her come two more times for every lie.”
“Just once.” Jasper licked her jaw, her lower lip, and then nudged Ace’s fingers aside to tease his tongue over her nipple.
It burned, and then she burned, propelled beyond herself for one exhilarating, wild moment. No shame, no guilt…no body. Just floating bliss and
Up and up and no down, no end. Not until fingers stroked her cheek and a rumble shook her, and she realized she was wrapped in a blanket and cradled against his chest. Blinking, she let her head fall back and caught sight of Ace watching them with an oddly intense look, one she swore was jealousy.
It vanished a moment later as he smiled. “There you go, Jas. Your girl’s drifting down.”
“Beautiful.” Jasper stroked her hair, brushing the tangled, damp strands away from her forehead.
The gentleness made her shiver. She turned her face toward his palm and closed her eyes. “I don’t know what happened.”
“Before or after we made you come?”
She laughed. “After. And maybe while.”
“You took a little trip, sweetheart.” Jasper kissed the spot just behind her ear. “Now Ace is going to ink your cuffs.”
“But you took me out of the chair.” And she felt no pressing desire to leave the warm cocoon of his embrace.
Ace snorted out a laugh. “Under the circumstances, I’ll make do. For all I know it’s going to send you flying again, and your big, dumb brute will rip my balls off if he can’t pet and cuddle you.”
Jasper kicked the footplate. “Less talk, more work.”
They were situated so it was easy enough for Noelle to squirm her arm out of the blankets and lay it down for Ace. He winked at her before bending to his work, and Noelle looked away with the first prick of the needles.
It barely registered as pain, just a buzzing that vibrated through her, and she closed her eyes with a humming sigh. “What happens after this?”
“You get ready for tonight.” Jasper smiled against her cheek. “Every time Ace lays O’Kane ink, we have a party.”
“What kind of party?”
“Not like the one in Dallas’s rooms. We drink, and we celebrate the fact that there’s another one of us.”
“Fun.” She was floating again, floating on his voice and the warmth of his body and the sweet kiss of pain that was its own sort of claiming. Jasper was claiming her. Dallas’s mark and Ace’s ink, but every jab of the needle plunging into her skin was Jas, binding her to the gang, binding her to him. “Don’t let me go.”
“I won’t, Noelle.”
Dallas
O’Kane Liquor prospered through hard work, and that work had to be done every day, even when Dallas’s right-hand man was wandering around like a pussy-whipped fool. Not that an outsider would be likely to notice the change in Jasper’s stony expression, but Dallas had known his friend too long. Noelle was a sweet little piece of ass, and Jasper was well and bloody hooked.
Even now a tiny smile played around the edges of the other man’s mouth. At least Bren looked like his usual violent self. In five minutes, the door across the room would open, spilling out reluctant allies who could become enemies with damn near no provocation. Dallas had picked the meeting point this time, an abandoned bar on the border between the third and fourth sectors. Everyone was less twitchy in neutral territory, but violence had broken out before—and would again.
But hopefully not today. “So is your girl ready for her big welcome party, Jas?” Dallas asked.
“Yeah, bandaged wrists and all.” Jasper arched an eyebrow. “Having second thoughts about letting her in so fast?”
He’d left second thoughts behind the day the girl had stumbled into Jasper. Tonight, he was having fifteenth thoughts. “Just counting the days until you mark her.”
That straightened out the edges of the man’s smile. “We’ll see.”
At least the bastard was glaring, and none too soon. Footsteps shuffled in the hallway, and Dallas nodded to
