“Give me your hair tie.” My voice is low against her neck as I place a kiss against her skin. She hands me the one from her wrist, and I gather her hair and fasten it up high. I kiss her bare shoulders before touching the spot on her left shoulder blade. “Right here,” I say, kissing the spot.
“That’s the same spot where Sophia and Eve have theirs.” She whips her head around to look at me.
“Let’s just say we have our favorite spot for a reason.”
“What’s the reason?” Her light eyes are full of curiosity as they search mine.
“We like to be reminded of who you belong to as we fuck your sweet pussy from behind,” I whisper in her ear. “Every time I fill you from this angle,” I say, pressing into her ass and letting her feel how hard I am right now, “I’ll see my mark on you.”
My hand comes around and slides down her stomach before brushing over the front of her panties. Her breath hitches, and I smile when I feel the dampness and heat on the fabric. “Are you good with that spot?” I brush my thumb over her clit, and her head falls back on me.
“Yes,” she says, her breath coming out in little pants.
“Good. Let’s get it sanitized and transferred so we can begin.” I leave her to get the supplies on the table and grin whenI hear a whimper escape. She bends down to pick up her dress, and her ass almost makes me cave. My jaw is tight as I refrain from grabbing her hips and diving into her. “Leave it,” I say through clenched teeth. “I want you on the table just like you are.”
She leaves it on the floor and straddles the chair, leaning her chest against the back. Normally, I would have them lie down and sit on the chair next to them, but I want to do things differently with her.
Walking over, I clean the area and get the transfer exactly where I want it. “Do you want to see the placement?” I ask when I have it placed on her skin.
“No, I trust you.”
I get my tools on the table next to me as I straddle the chair with her. She’s at a slightly bent angle, giving me perfect access to work on her. Having her ass pressed against me is just an added bonus as my dick strains to be let out.
“Do you sit this way with all your clients?” She asks against the leather padding.
“I have you fully naked except for your thong and heels. I’m shirtless and hard as a fucking rock with your ass pressed against me,” I chuckle. “No, little hummingbird. I don’t sit like this with just anybody, nor do I ever feel aroused like I do now. It’s only you that gets this special treatment.”
“Good,” she smiles against the cushion.
“Besides, you have my whole staff wrapped around your little finger with all the sweets you keep bringing in. They’ve been vetting my female clients, and suddenly, I’m only getting males and the grandmotherly types.”
She giggles into the headrest. “I knew Lexi and Trent would have my back.”
“I think they love you more than me,” I laugh softly.
“The stomach is the way to people’s hearts, especially desserts.”
“I can attest to that. I wanted to marry you the instant I tasted the chocolate off your skin the night of the wedding.” I bend over and kiss the side of her mouth. “You ready to have my ink on you?”
“I’m ready.”
I turn my tattoo gun on, and the soft hum fills the air. “Just breathe through it and concentrate on my body behind you. It helps to have a distraction, so just focus on the feel of me.”
I run my hand down her back and roam over her soft skin until I feel her relax. The needle touches her virgin skin for the first time, and I get lost in my work as I bring it to life.
“Are you okay?” I ask a few minutes later, wiping some of the blood and ink away. I blow lightly on her skin, and her breath catches.
“Yes,” she says, her voice muffled against the headrest. “It’s not as bad as I thought it would be. Maybe it’s the huge distraction poking into me that’s keeping my mind off the pain.” Her ass wiggles against me, and I groan.
“I’m happy to stay in this painful state if it takes yours away,” I mumble, as my dick throbs in agony. “Not that I could even stop it if I tried. I knew the thought of inking you excited me, but I had no idea how turned on it would make me, watching your skin turn pink with my artwork on your body.”
“I like having you on me.” I can tell by the sound of her voice that she’s just as aroused as I am. I swallow down my desire and force myself to concentrate.
I turn the machine back on, eager to finish the design. The hum of the gun gets me into the zone again as I focus on each line and detail.
I always give my all to my work, and everything has to beperfect, down to the last line. If someone is walking around with my art on them, it has to be the best I can give.
The bird takes shape as I fill in the tiny details on the feathers as it comes to life before my eyes.
