Day 6: Nipple Piercings

Day 6: Nipple Piercings

The Runway office was bustling as usual, with assistants scurrying about and designers fretting over the last-minute details of the upcoming shoot. Miranda Priestly stood at the center of it all, her expression sharp and commanding as she surveyed the scene with her usual air of authority. Everything was moving according to schedule—until the call came in that the model who was supposed to showcase one of the key pieces had fallen ill.

"Unacceptable," Miranda muttered, her voice dripping with disdain as she shot a cold glance at the designer standing nervously beside her. "We need to see the top on someone, and we need to see it now."

Andrea, who had been standing nearby, flipping through the latest layouts, froze when she heard Miranda's voice directed toward the room. The designer looked around helplessly, his eyes landing on Andrea before quickly darting back to Miranda.

Miranda's gaze followed, settling on Andrea with a cool, assessing look. "Andrea," she said sharply, her tone making it clear this wasn't a request. "You'll try it on."

Andrea blinked, her heart racing as she processed Miranda's command. "Me?" she asked, her voice filled with surprise. "But I—"

"You're the right size," Miranda cut her off, her eyes narrowing slightly. "And I need to see the design now. No more excuses."

Andrea swallowed hard, her nerves tingling with a mixture of anxiety and excitement. She hadn't expected this, but there was no arguing with Miranda. She nodded quickly, accepting the top from the designer before retreating to one of the nearby changing rooms to try it on.

As soon as Andrea slipped out of her blouse and into the sleek, sheer top, she realized something important—it was designed to be worn without a bra. Her heart raced as she stared at her reflection in the mirror, her nipples clearly visible beneath the thin fabric. And more than that, her new piercings—something she had gotten recently as a personal experiment, something for herself—were even more obvious. The small silver rings glinted under the soft lighting, their presence impossible to ignore.

Andrea bit her lip, her pulse quickening as she realized what this meant. She couldn't hide them, not in this top. She wasn't sure how Miranda would react—this was professional, after all—but there was no way out now. Miranda had ordered her to try it on, and so, with a deep breath, she squared her shoulders and stepped out of the changing room.

The room fell silent as Andrea emerged, the sheer top clinging to her body, her pierced nipples clearly visible beneath the fabric. Miranda's eyes immediately locked onto her, her gaze sharp and calculating as she took in the sight before her.

For a moment, no one said a word. The designer, his assistants, and the rest of the staff glanced nervously between Miranda and Andrea, unsure of what to expect. But Miranda's expression remained unreadable, her eyes flickering briefly over Andrea's chest before she raised her hand.

"Everyone out," Miranda said coolly, her voice cutting through the silence with an air of finality. "Now."

There was no hesitation. The room cleared in seconds, the designer and his team scurrying out of the office without a word. Within moments, it was just the two of them—Miranda and Andrea—alone in the large, silent space.

Andrea's breath caught in her throat as she stood there, her body buzzing with nervous energy. She wasn't sure what was going to happen next, but the intensity of Miranda's gaze, the way her eyes lingered on the silver rings, made Andrea's pulse quicken.

Miranda took a slow step forward, her eyes never leaving Andrea's chest as she crossed the room, her heels clicking softly against the polished floor. "Those are new," Miranda remarked, her voice low and filled with curiosity. "Are those for the fry cook?"

Andrea blinked, her breath catching as she processed the question. "He was a cook," she corrected softly, her voice trembling slightly. "And… we broke up."

Miranda raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a faint, knowing smile. "Is that so?" she murmured, her hand reaching out to lightly trace the fabric of the top, her fingers just grazing the outline of Andrea's nipple beneath the sheer material. "And these piercings… they weren't for him?"

Andrea swallowed hard, her heart racing as Miranda's touch sent a shiver through her body. "No," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "They were for me."

Miranda's smile widened slightly, her eyes darkening with something more intense as her fingers lingered over the silver rings. "Interesting," she murmured, her voice soft but filled with command. "Tell me, Andrea—do you want me to stop?"

Andrea's breath hitched, her body trembling with anticipation as Miranda's question hung in the air. She could feel the heat radiating off Miranda's body, could see the desire simmering just beneath the surface. But the choice was hers—Miranda had given her an out.

But Andrea didn't want out.

"Don't stop," Andrea whispered, her voice trembling with both excitement and need. "Please… don't stop."

Miranda's eyes gleamed with satisfaction as she reached up, her fingers hooking under the hem of the sheer top and lifting it over Andrea's head, tossing it aside with ease. Andrea stood there, bare-chested, her pierced nipples fully exposed to Miranda's hungry gaze.

"Good girl," Miranda murmured, her voice low and filled with approval as she reached out, her fingers gently brushing over one of the silver rings, the sensation sending a jolt of electricity through Andrea's body. "Let's see how sensitive these are."

Andrea gasped softly as Miranda's fingers gently tugged on the ring, her body trembling with a mixture of pleasure and anticipation. The sensation of Miranda playing with her piercings—of the light pressure against her nipples—was overwhelming, sending heat coursing through her veins.

Miranda's other hand moved to the second nipple, her fingers teasing and tugging at the ring, her movements slow and deliberate as she watched Andrea's reaction with keen interest. Andrea moaned softly, her body arching slightly into Miranda's touch, her breath coming in shallow gasps as the pleasure built inside her.

"You like this," Miranda murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction as she continued to toy with Andrea's nipples, her fingers tugging and twisting the rings just enough to send waves of pleasure through her body. "I can feel how much you like this."

Andrea's moans grew louder, her body trembling with need as Miranda's hands worked her over, the sensation of her fingers on her pierced nipples driving her wild. The intensity of it, the way Miranda was so focused on her, made Andrea's head spin.

"Please," Andrea gasped, her voice barely audible as her hips bucked slightly, her entire body aching with desire. "Please, Miranda… I need…"

Miranda's lips curled into a dark smile as she leaned in, her breath hot against Andrea's ear. "Tell me what you need," she whispered, her fingers still teasing and tugging at Andrea's nipples. "Tell me exactly what you want."

Andrea's breath hitched, her body trembling beneath Miranda's touch. The sensations were overwhelming, her nipples aching with the pressure of Miranda's fingers and the teasing of the silver rings. She could barely think, but she knew exactly what she wanted—what she needed.

"I want… your mouth," Andrea gasped, her voice trembling with desperation as her body arched into Miranda's touch. "Please… suck my nipples."

Miranda's eyes darkened with satisfaction at Andrea's words, her lips curling into a smug smile as she leaned in, her breath warm against Andrea's chest. "As you wish," she murmured softly, her voice filled with command and affection.

Without another word, Miranda's lips closed around Andrea's nipple, her tongue flicking over the silver ring with deliberate precision. The sharp sensation of her tongue against the cool metal sent a jolt of pleasure through Andrea's body, making her cry out softly.

Miranda sucked gently, her tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh, teasing the ring with just the right amount of pressure. Andrea's body trembled with need, her hips rocking slightly as the pleasure built inside her, the sensation of Miranda's mouth on her nipple driving her wild.

"Oh God," Andrea gasped, her breath coming in short, shallow bursts as her fingers dug into Miranda's shoulders. "Miranda… I'm going to—"

Miranda's tongue flicked over the ring again, harder this time, and that was all it took. Andrea's entire body tensed, her breath catching in her throat as her orgasm crashed over her with devastating intensity. Her hips bucked wildly, her fingers clutching at Miranda as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her, leaving her breathless and trembling.

Miranda didn't stop. She continued to suck Andrea's nipple, her tongue still teasing the ring as she pushed her through the aftershocks of her release, drawing out every last tremor until Andrea was completely spent.

When it was finally over, Miranda pulled back, her lips curling into a satisfied smile as she gently brushed a strand of hair from Andrea's flushed face. "I like them," she murmured softly, her voice filled with approval as her fingers lightly traced over the silver rings once more. "They suit you."

Andrea's body still trembled from the intensity of her orgasm, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps as she looked up at Miranda, her heart swelling with love and gratitude. But before she could say anything, Miranda stood, her posture once again composed and regal as she looked down at Andrea with that familiar air of authority.

"Now," Miranda said coolly, her voice returning to its usual commanding tone, "get dressed. We have more tops for you to try on."

Andrea's breath hitched, her body still trembling as she reached for the discarded top. But just as she began to slip it back on, Miranda's voice stopped her.

"Oh, and Andrea…" Miranda added, her eyes glinting with something dark and playful. "Keep the bra off."

Andrea's heart raced, her body buzzing with anticipation as she nodded, knowing exactly what Miranda had in mind. The day was far from over, and the thought of being at Miranda's mercy once again sent a thrill of excitement coursing through her.