“So, did that hurt much?” Josie asked giving my breasts a pointed look.

“No, the actual piercing didn’t,” Barra answered, “but they did take forever to heal completely and that was annoying.”

Josie took a bite of her sandwich, chewed thoughtfully, then said, “I just can’t believe you aren’t embarrassed. I mean any and everyone can see those piercings. The least you could do is wear a padded bra or something.”

Barra took a deep breath before answering. “Why should I be embarrassed. No one was every harmed by a nipple! You have piercings in your ears, nose, and a tattoo on your foot. Are you embarrassed by those? No, of course not.”

Josie’s face flushed with anger. “Look, I’m just saying, showing off pierced nipples just isn’t done in society, not if you want to be taken seriously!”

“Josie, I am a top investment banker. I make more money and am more respected than most women. If someone wants to look down on me because I don’t conform, then let them.”

She leaned in close and whispered, “Honestly, Barra, you can tell me. Did Gary make you do that? Does he make you show them off?”

“And we’re done,” Barra stated firmly before standing up, grabbing the check, and leaving her cousin sitting with her mouth open.

She stormed into Gary’s office and related the entire conversation with her dominant. He listened attentively then said, “Obviously, you do whatever you feel is right, but when you calm down – and you have every right to be angry – I think you need to speak with Josie calmy. Explain that either it isn’t any of her business or let her know that piercings were entirely your idea even though,” he grinned wickedly, “I do make good use of them.”

Barra felt her anger drain from her. Gary always could calm her anger. “I’ll do that,” she agreed, “but why don’t you show me exactly how you use the piercings.”

She slipped out of her jacked and pulled her blouse over her head. Gary had her in his arms in a nanosecond. “You asked for this,” he growled before claiming her lips with his own and tugging on her nipples.

Barra felt herself get wet and knew she was already close. When he dipped his head and bit her right nipple, she lost herself. He allowed her to ride her wave of passion then murmured. “Over the desk. Now. On your back.”

Quickly, she obeyed. He flipped up her skirt and unzipped his trousers. He plunged his cock deep inside of her, his need primal and fierce. He lifted her legs to his shoulders and twisted her pierced nipples.

Barra exploded. Not a gentle wave, but a Roman candle shooting sparks across the world.

“These. Are. Mine!” Gary ground out as he released his own pleasure inside of her and squeezed her nipples mercilessly.

“Yes!” she shouted.

Three hours later, Barra sat in her own office, slightly uncomfortable in her wet panties, her tender nipples pressing hard against her cotton blouse, and finished up a deal that would bring her a net profit of over $50,000. She leaned back, a smile across her face, and acknowledged that life was very, very good.