But she still wants freedom judging by the way she keeps fighting the binds that keep her attached to the bed. Damara gets me so angry… and hard.
“I can make it worse.”
“Then do it,” she says. “But I’ll never confess to a downright lie.”
She doesn’t mean it.
“You’ll change your mind when I pull out my tattoo needle.”
“I’ve been through every inch of this house. You don’t have a tattoo needle.”
“Trust me, miss pink hair, you can’t predict what I have in this house nor what I have in store for you.”
“Great. Tattoo me. I’ll survive whatever lame ass butterfly tramp stamp you want to put on me.”
I laugh. “Tamiya is your sister and you know just as well as I do that her tattoo has nothing to do with butterflies.”
My dick jerks at the thought of tattooing the words ‘Property of Condom’on Damara’s skin. The lesson about ownership this will teach her could change her behavior in the right direction for once.
“You’re not going to trigger me with a rose tattoo either.”
Is there a chance she has no idea? Could she possibly know this many bikers and not know that we all tattoo someexplicitdemonstration of our ownership over the women in our family. It’s just as much for their protection as for our peace of mind. A man can’t claim he didn’t know a woman was yours if she has your name tattooed right above her ass cheeks.
“This is your last chance to save yourself, Damara. Once I stencil in the outline, there’s no going back.”
I never thought I would feel the dark possessive urges that I do to put my name on Damara’s ass cheeks. Or maybe above her ass cheeks? The rush I get just from choosing where to tattoo my name is almost enough to make me cum. Damara appears to need more convincing.
When I leave the room, I consider how much time I would need to be gone to truly scare her. Five minutes? An hour? I search my office for the tattoo needle and equipment, listening as Damara strains through her binds and curses out loud a few times, calling me inventive new slurs based upon my race and hairiness.
Tattooing my signature on her thigh might be a better idea, considering how likely Damara is to use those legs to kick me and run away. By the time I return to the bedroom, my cock prevents me from any further hesitation. I walk back into the room to see Damara’s pink hair stuck to her neck with sweat.
Continuing to fight like a wild animal in my absence tired her out, but I’m not convinced that Damara is through with fighting her desires for me. I don’t see what’s so wrong with falling for me.
I approach her wordlessly, scanning Damara’s body for the perfect spot to tattoo my signature on her. I might upset her with my plans this time, but at the end of it, she’ll see that I mean what I say when I tell her that I love her.
Her silent loathing glare pushes me over the edge and I force her to engage with me.
“Where do you want it?”
“I don’t want your dick anywhere near me,” Damara hits back quickly,
“Don’t flatter yourself, Damara. I won’t be giving you my cock until you confess how you feel for me.”
“I won’t be the one missing out,” Damara says, lying through her teeth and going out of her way to push my buttons in a way she hopes will bruise my ego significantly.
“Don’t act like you don’t love feeling my pierced dick inside you. It won’t work. Would you rather I tattoo above your ass or right here on your thigh?”
My hand brushes the top of Damara’s thigh. It’ll be easy enough to hold her down so I can ink her skin but inscribing the wordCondomon her skin there feels wrong somehow. Damara already lacks trust in me – which she shouldn’t, considering I’m not the one responsible for our situation – but tattooing a taboo word on an easily exposed part of her skin might piss her off more than necessary.
If I want her to believe that I love her, I’ll have to show it.
“You aren’t tattooing me anywhere,” Damara says, grunting as she fights more aggressively against her binds and even starts gnashing her teeth around like a little raccoon.What the fuck?I’d better work quickly before she turns into a beast right in front of me.
Using one hand, I flip Damara over onto her stomach, twisting her arms around while she shrieks so that it will be much harder for her to move. The back of her thigh might be an even better place for me to leave my mark… and it’s close enough to her ass that I’ll get to watch my mark on her while she walks away from me.
Decisions, decisions.
“This can all end with one little confession, Damara…” I murmur, even if at this point, I’m lying through my teeth. Whether she confesses her love for me now or never, Damara belongs to me and by the end of the night, Iwilltattoo my name on her body. She’s carrying my child, right? I’ll have the rest of our lives to earn her heart.
