What She Needs - Lacey Alexander [54]
Not that she was sure when this had become about Brent. From the beginning, she supposed, at that first dinner. But if getting a little caught up in him was necessary to make her break out of her sexual shell, so be it. In fact, that was probably the only way this could happen. And when she left here, maybe she’d surprise herself and discover she could have casual sex more easily now; maybe she’d find she could appreciate it solely for the physical pleasure it brought, not the emotional part. Maybe.
Just then, a knock came on her door. She barely heard it from the balcony, but rose on bare feet to go answer. She opened it to find only a small black gift bag, which she picked up and took inside. Reaching into black tissue paper, she found a velvet jewelry box with a white envelope—and being a girl, she couldn’t resist opening the box first.
But, lifting the lid, she didn’t know what she was seeing. The little pieces of silver jewelry came in a pair, like earrings—but they weren’t earrings. Although they were circular, open-ended, and unadorned. She sighed. God, she should have known a box from Brent wouldn’t contain anything simple.
Which left her no choice but to rip into the white envelope, seeking answers.
Jenna,
These are nipple rings, which I picked out especially for you. Presuming you’ve never worn such jewelry before:
1. First, make your nipples hard if they’re not already—although I’ve noticed with pleasure that yours are usually erect.
2. Slide on the nipple ring and overlap the ends, squeezing with your fingers until they’re tight. They shouldn’t be painful, but tight enough to feel them.
3. Wear them until the next time I see you.
Brent
P.S. I hope you weren’t expecting earrings or a bracelet. ☺
Oh boy. Just when you thought things couldn’t get any weirder around here. Nipple rings? Was he serious? Oh, what are you thinking—of course he is.
And, of course, he’d never know if she didn’t put them on yet—she could keep them in the box right up until the next fantasy and he’d never know.
But . . . maybe she was curious.
And maybe she was truly starting to trust him more—at least about what brought her pleasure.
Hell, when else in her life would she have a good reason to put on nipple rings, for heaven’s sake?
So, taking a deep breath, she carried the box into the bathroom to stand before the large mirror atop the sink. Then she reached up, drawing down the straps of the cami she wore and the bra underneath.
It struck her then how everyone had seemed so taken by her boobs last night. They weren’t the perkiest pieces of her anatomy, which had always bothered her, but . . . they were ample and round, with large pink nipples that, as Brent had noticed, often stayed erect whether or not she was consciously aroused. So maybe they were . . . more striking than she’d ever realized.
In fact, now that she thought about it, some of the harem girls’ breasts hadn’t been as firm and porn-perfect as she might have expected, either, so . . . hmm. Maybe it meant breasts didn’t have to be perfect to be appealing.
But she hadn’t come in here just to analyze her tits.
Tits, she thought then, a little surprised at herself. She really had adapted to Brent’s way of talking—shockingly fast. She could only blame it on the aura of lust and debauchery in the air here.
Finally, she reached into the small velvet box and drew out one of the nipple rings—a simple silver circle with tiny round balls on each end. Playing with it a bit, she discovered it was flexible, as he’d implied, and could be adjusted. As usual, her nipples were already pointing prominently, so she slipped the ring on her right nipple, then squeezed it enough to make it cling there.
After which she looked in the mirror, then bit her lip.
I look kinky.
Amused by the thought, she put on the other ring and looked again, unable