AN: Thanks for the reviews and follows! Happy Wednesday, hope you enjoy and see you again on Sunday.
Instead of just walking in and demanding service, Eric had started booking daily tattoo appointments with Tris. Outside of the occasional ribbing from her coworkers about her having tamed the beast of a customer that he was, things were pretty quiet around the shop. The time she and Eric spent together was amazing, and they could barely keep their hands off of each other when he was in there, but she knew that her coworkers were starting to wonder what exactly he needed when he'd visit Tris every time she worked, but never came out with a visible bandage.
Especially Tori.
Tori had been Eric's exclusive artist for the entirety of his time in Dauntless, but that ended after the first night with Tris. She completely understood when she'd been out sick, especially since her schedule was so sporadic at first, that he may have had Tris touch up a few tattoos. That sickness several months ago had turned out to be from an unexpected, but very wanted pregnancy for her and her husband Zeke, however it did cause her to keep strange hours. Now that her nausea was better controlled, she'd been back working full time, yet Eric still only would book time with Tris.
Tris has seen him every time that she's worked, where they spend more time exploring each other sexually than actually working on his tattoos. They also couldn't manage to spend a weekend apart in the three months since they started this, and as careful as they've tried to be to avoid anyone finding out about their fling, she knows they're dangerously close to being caught, especially with their shared love of fucking in public places.
"Another week full of appointments with Eric, huh?" Tori remarks as she skims through their appointment book, "Since when did that man start actually making appointments and not just showing up?"
Tris laughs nervously, "Oh yeah, he's getting that full leg sleeve, so he's felt it better to actually schedule time that he knows he would typically be available." Tris says. That much was true, however they always spent the first part of each session fucking each other's brains out in her room, "He does still just show up on occasion, always about the sleeve, ya know?"
"You guys are still on the sleeve? It's been almost three months, it really shouldn't be taking this long, do you need help?" Tori asks.
Tris can feel the heat on her cheeks, and she keeps working on sweeping the floor to avoid looking at Tori, "Nope, we have it under control. You know how meticulous he is, so I have to take my time to get it right."
"Meticulous or something more?" Tori smirks at her and Tris chuckles nervously, "He's not spent any time with me at all since I've been back full time, and now that he's actually booking time it's always with you. Is this thing with you two exclusive?" Tori asks and Tris finally looks at her.
"There is no thing with Eric and me." Tris scoffs.
Tori wants to call Tris out on her obvious lie, but she bites her sarcastic comment back, "Tris, I'm talking about the tattoo relationship, has he moved on with you? If so, it's cool, but tattoo decorum usually means that you talk to the previous artist to ensure a smooth handoff. You know how personal tattooing is, and I wanted to use this as a training moment." Tori explains and Tris shallowly exhales the breath she was holding.
"Oh my gosh Tori, you're right, I'm so sorry. I didn't even think about that." Tris stammers.
Tori laughs, "Hey, it's all good. I'm not mad, he's a cocky pain in the ass and I don't necessarily mind losing him as a client. If he gets too demanding, or tries to pull any of his leader shit let me know. I can have Zeke come up here and kick his ass."
Tris laughs at the thought of Tori's tall and lanky husband trying to even land a punch on the much broader and muscular Eric, "I'll absolutely keep that in mind."
Tori looks over at her and she frowns a bit, "Tris, you've been different lately, it's almost as if you are always waiting to see him pop in. I know how intense the appointments can be, and how conversations can flow and you start to wonder if it's more than just professional. That's how Zeke and I started, so trust me I get it."
"If there's something you'd like to ask me, or even tell me, I'd rather just hear it straight." Tris says as she faces Tori fully.
"You know me well," Tori chuckles, "I worry about you. Eric's not a man who settles down. I know you and Four had a rough breakup a few months back, and I've seen Four around Lauren a hell of a lot more. Eric's not the one to rebound with. That man will only hurt you."
Tris can feel the blush on her cheeks, "Don't be ridiculous, I know exactly who Eric is and what he can or can't offer a partner. Trust me, everything is cool. Sure he and I flirt, but I flirt with all of my customers, you taught me the art of tattooing but also the art of genuine conversation that edges the line of more. It breaks the ice and keeps them coming back. It must be working for him, because he keeps coming back, and making appointments at that." She grins.
Tori grins back at her former protégé, who she's incredibly proud of, "You're a smart woman, I trust you, just not him at times. I want to make sure whatever this is between the two of you isn't something that's one sided."
"I appreciate you looking out for me. It's just professional with him and me, nothing more. Tori, I know his reputation, Eric isn't someone who is ever going to settle down. I'm not an idiot." Tris says.
Tori opens her mouth to reply when the devil himself walks through the door, glancing between the two artists, "Did I interrupt something?" He asks.
"Just letting Tris know if you don't behave I'll have my husband come up here and rough you up." Tori says with a laugh.
"She seems to be able to take me without issue." Eric replies evenly and Tris has to bite her tongue at the double meaning of his words, "Are you ready for me, Tris?"
"Yup, come on back ." Tris says, and she turns back towards her room.
He follows behind her wordlessly, and once they're inside her room and the door is closed he pushes her up against it. He leans towards her, trying again to capture her lips with his, but she turns away and he kisses her neck instead.
"Why do you still not let me kiss you?" He asks between nips at her neck.
"Too personal." She sighs.
"I've been fucking you for three months now, and kissing you is too personal?" He asks quietly.
"Mmmhmmm" she hums and when he pulls away she pouts, "What's wrong?" She asks.
"I've literally had my tongue, my fingers or my dick inside of almost every part of you, but me kissing you is still off limits?" He presses.
"Eric, we've both agreed that this isn't anything serious. This thing between us is just sex, and I feel like kissing invites a level of intimacy that we're not comfortable with. We literally just talked about this last night at the diner." She argues.
"You're the one who's not comfortable." He murmurs under his breath. She asks him to repeat himself but he just shakes his head.
"Tori seems a bit suspicious of what we're doing." Tris says as he slips his hand into her leggings, slides her underwear to the side and begins circling her clit with his finger.
"Well we have been fucking in a room next to hers for months now, and barely getting anything on my tattoo done." He bites lightly on her shoulder.
"We may need to stop." She says breathily as he continues to rub her.
"I don't want to stop seeing you." Eric says.
"We just can't keep doing it here."
"We don't just do it here. We've done it at the Chasm, the back room at The Pit, the roof several times, the bar off of the Pire, the train, the Navy Pier..."
"You know what I mean," Tris scowls at him.
"Then come to my place, I live alone and we can be as loud as we want." He replies as he grinds against her.
"No apartments."
Eric pulls his hand away from her and she sighs as he walks across the room, "You have too many rules. Am I just a side piece?"
"What?" She furrows her brow at him.
"Are you with someone else and don't want them to know about me? Did you get back with Number Boy? I knew you couldn't stay away. Does he like what I've taught you?" He asks angrily.
She walks out of the room, leaving him dumfounded.
"Tori, I'm feeling under the weather, I'm going to get some air. Can you take Eric?" Tris calls and Eric finally walks out of her room.
"I'm with a customer, Eric do you want to come back in about an hour?" Tori calls out.
"No, that's okay, I'm good." Eric says as he chases behind Tris.
"Tris, just take the rest of the day, it's slow as fuck and he was your last appointment. See you tomorrow." Tori calls out from her room.
Tris heads to the roof with Eric on her heels, "Leave me alone."
"I shouldn't have said what I did." He says as they climb the narrow staircase to one of the lesser known roof hatches that they've previously had sex in.
She turns to face him and he runs into her, "You're getting entirely too comfortable in the way you speak to me. Maybe the time we keep spending together outside of the tattoo or hooking up has blurred those lines for you, but I'll clear it up. This is just sex. I don't question you and you damn sure don't question me. We have an agreement that if we found someone else, this stopped. Do you think so little of me to believe that I would continue sleeping with you while committed to someone else?"
"No, I don't think that at all." He admits.
"We shouldn't be fighting. That's not what this is about." She says angrily.
"I agree." Eric replies, "I'm sorry for what I said earlier. I shouldn't have treated you that way."
She had to admit she's shocked by his words, "I accept your apology." She finally says.
"Do you really want to be alone right now? If so, can head down." He says and she shrugs.
"I don't know what I want." She admits.
"Let me make it up to you, anything you want." He says carefully.
They just look at each other for several beats. She can't ever stay mad at him, even when he acts like a jealous idiot, especially when she's had her own moments of jealousy. The things he's been willing to do with her while she learns what she likes as a sexually adventurous woman have been nothing short of amazing. She thinks about what Christina had said when they were drinking at the bar, and an idea pops into her head.
"Anything?" She asks and he chuckles at her.
"Please, be gentle." He smiles briefly at her.
"I want you to treat me like a leader would an initiate. We can pretend." She finally says.
Eric leans his head to the side, "You want me to order you around?"
"Yes."
He moves closer to her, "Is anything off limits?"
"Just the usual."
His eyes darken and she can see that he likes this idea, a lot, "Full on role play?" He asks.
"Yeah, I think that's what I'm asking for here." Tris nods.
"We need a safe word." He says and she quirks an eyebrow at him.
"What does that even mean?"
"It's something we should have discussed before now. If we're ever in a moment, and you're uncomfortable, we need one word to signal so it stops." He explains, "It needs to be a word that wouldn't typically be spoken in the situation we're in."
She contemplates what he said, and then she nods once, "How about knife? It reminds me of my initiation, I'm sure you remember which part." She smirks at him.
He chuckles, "I sure do. Okay, if either of us say knife, we stop. Deal?"
"Deal." She agrees.
"Why are you in this stairwell initiate? You know it's out of bounds." He growls.
She feels a chill run down her spine at the voice she remembers from her initiation, "I needed to get away. Training is intense."
"It's supposed to be intense. If you can't handle it, you shouldn't be here." He barks.
"I should be here, I'm Dauntless!" She replies angrily.
"Dauntless follows orders, even if they don't necessarily agree with them, and here you are defying the orders I gave you to stick to where the initiates are authorized to be. I don't find you very Dauntless at all."
"I'm sorry, sir."
"You're sorry, oh that makes it all okay." He says as he leans closer to her, "How do I know you're sorry? How do I know that from here out you'll do whatever I say?"
"I'll listen to your orders, sir."
"Oh really, so anything I tell you to do, you will, without questioning me?" He asks.
"Yes sir." She affirms.
"I order you on your knees, initiate." He commands.
Tris drops to her knees, balancing on the step in front of him, "What now, sir?"
"Unbuckle my belt." He says and he watches as she does it with practiced fingers, "Now, I want you to touch me."
"Where, sir?"
Eric pushes his pants further down and pulls his dick out of the opening of his boxers. He strokes his hand down slowly, watching as her eyes follow his movements, "Here."
She moves her hand to him and wraps her fingers around him. He feels her stroke him slowly, but suddenly he pushes her away.
"Anything?" He whispers to her and she nods, "You'll tell me if you need me to stop."
"I will say knife." She affirms.
He grabs himself and then drags the head of his dick around her lips, "You ever suck a dick, Stiff?"
She hesitates for a moment, and then realize this is part of the role play, "No sir," she replies, getting back into character.
"You're gonna suck mine. Open that defiant little mouth of yours."
She does as she's told and he smacks her mouth several times with his dick before he moves inside of her mouth.
"Relax your throat." He commands and when she does he begins moving slowly inside of her warm mouth.
He already knows she has no gag reflex, it's one of the things she wanted him to help her work through after the first time she'd gone down on him. This isn't something they've done though, her just letting him fuck her mouth like this. It feels too good, and he finds himself slowing down before he loses control completely.
"Stand up." He commands and she does. He pulls her leggings and underwear down to her ankles and bends her over. She looks back and watches as he rolls a condom over his impressive length, "Ever been fucked?"
"No sir."
He slams inside of her in one hard stroke, and she moans loudly. They've had sex many times, but every time is something different. He yanks her hair to pull her closer as he continues to pound hard against her.
"You have now." He grunts out.
"Oh god..." She calls out.
"Does it hurt?" He says in his cold leader voice.
"Yes, I've never done this, sir," She breathes out.
"Good, I want your pussy to ache tomorrow little Stiff. Every time you walk, I want you to feel me."
"Yes sir." She replies.
"I've seen you looking at Four. You wanted him to be the one to do this, didn't you?" He asks as he yanks her arms behind her back, leaving her completely dependent on him to keep her from falling.
"He looks boring, sir," She whines a little when he pulls out of her.
He turns her around roughly, "You are mine, initiate. This mouth," He runs a single finger across her lips, "mine. These," he yanks her baggy shirt up, taking one of her hard buds in his mouth and biting, causing her to moan, "mine. And this pretty pussy," he drops to his knees and licks a stripe across her folds, "Is mine now. Do you understand?"
"Yes sir."
He picks her up and throws her over his shoulder as he stomps his way to the roof. They both know there's one camera up there, and they usually avoid it, but she can tell that Eric doesn't much care today. There's a leadership supply room up there that's recently been turned into a temporary office that is completely off limits except by specific badge access, and she quickly learned it's where many of the leaders bring their trysts. Eric swipes his badge, and once they're inside he drops her onto the couch, and she reaches for him blindly in the dark room.
She feels the couch dip with his weight and soon he's laying down forcing her to have to crawl on top of him.
"Sit on my face initiate." He commands.
She feels his hands on her hips, yanking her towards him and she follows his lead, straddling his face and moaning when he nibbles on her swollen clit.
"Eric..." She whines as she grinds against him. This position is new, even though he's gone down on her often they've not had the privacy this little office affords them.
He pushes her off of him roughly, "Turn around." He commands.
"Do I stay up here, sir?" She asks.
"Did I tell you to move? Turn the fuck around and sit back down." He says and she does as told. He pushes her slightly up and forward, "Take that condom off of me and suck my dick. Now initiate!" He barks.
She leans forward and reaches for him in the dim light, carefully pulling the condom off and then guiding him into her mouth. She can feel his mouth on her, and she can tell from the way he keeps moving that he's enjoying this as much as she is.
"Ohhh" She moans loudly when she feels her orgasm approach and then she's surprised when he pulls his face away after lapping at her sudden rush of wetness as she came against his face.
"Tris, I'm going to come..." He moans and she waits until she can feel him tensing up before pulling her mouth away from him. She continues to stroke him and she turns back towards him slightly.
"Are you still clean?" She asks quickly.
"Yessssss..." He moans.
When she puts her mouth back on him he's taken aback. She's asked about swallowing before, and they've had in depth conversations about the vigorous testing their faction goes through while still working through the eradication of most sexually transmitted diseases. It's never stopped them from wearing a condom when having sex, but it's made them must less afraid to continue their oral explorations.
He can't hold back, between her mouth and her hands he's about to explode. When he starts to spurt into her warm mouth, he loses focus, even when she grinds against him again. No one has ever made him come from giving him head, and he's completely surprised at what just happened.
Tris leans forward and crawls off of him, and he pants her name out as he tries to compose himself. She's never seen him this undone, even in the dim light of the room she can see how blissed out he is.
"Did you enjoy it, sir?" She asks.
"God yes I did." He breathes out. When he looks up at her he smiles lazily and he pulls her to lay on top of him, "No one's ever been able to do that before." He says when his breathing calms down. She realizes he's no longer playing a role, and his voice is softer than normal.
"Hmm?" She hums at him, listening to his heart slow down where her ear is pressed to his chest.
"Make me come from head. You're the first. There's something about you, Tris, something that allows me to just let go." He replies quietly. As his fingers began moving up and down her spine, she stiffens and moves off of him.
"What's wrong?" He asks as he sits up.
"Nothing." She lies as she turns on a lamp to right her clothes.
"Tris, are you okay?" He asks and she nods her head.
"Everything is fine."
He's unable to stop her from dressing, and no matter what he says to her she just ignores him and moves like the entire building is on fire. When she slips out of the room without another word, he is at a loss, and he just stares at the door.
She doesn't answer his calls or texts, and he finally gets dressed and leaves the room, heading back downstairs to look for her, but having no luck. When he eventually makes it back to his apartment, he tries one last time to reach her, and when he's met with nothing but silence he tosses his phone across the room and flops onto his bed.
Maybe it's just over. Maybe it's for the best, he thinks.
Especially if she is catching feelings.