My woman.
Orla
We lay on the floor of the tattoo room after a few rounds of fucking all over the place. It had been needed after everything that had happened. Now, we had no more secrets, and he’d promised me the world.
I believed him too.
Alex O’Leary was mine.
“What’s this one?” he asked me, pulling my arm up and tracing over my old tattoo, one of my first, on my wrist, over my veins.
The faded O.O design gave me a flutter.
“It was what I wanted my initials to be,” I told him honestly. In high school, I expected them to be that.
He froze, tensing under me. “Orla O’Leary?”
I nodded. “Stupid teenage crush shit.”
“When we get married, I’ll tattoo it onto you and maybe put one on your ass claiming my territory.”
I chuckled into his chest. “Why don’t you do it now?”
“Don’t play, Or. You know I will.”
“Do you know how to do it?”
He nodded. “Yeah, I’ve been in the chair long enough to know.”
I pulled my tablet up from the bottom of the chair and drew a design, showing it to him where he nodded and I hit print. The stencil printed out, and I got up to grab it.
“Here.”
Bear jumped up, and took the stencil from me. “You’re sure?”
“Alex, if you don’t, I might tattoo another guy’s name on my ass.”
“No you fucking won’t,” he growled. Something about his possessive growl had my insides clenching excitedly, my pussy throbbing for more attention. “Bend over.”
“That’s what she said,” I muttered, earning me a smack on my ass as I bent over the chair, giving him the perfect view. The stencil was stuck to my ass and soon, I heard my gun vibrating in his hand before I felt the sharp stab of the needle against my ass cheek. I bit down on my cheek as I relished the pain the tattoo gun brought, and the fact Alex was the one doing it to me.
It didn’t take long. The design was simple, because it’s all it needed to be.
When he was done, he helped me look in the mirror. I looked over at the design of the bear paw print, the three rip marks underneath and the words, “Bear’s Ass”.
“I love it,” I said, reaching up and kissing him.
“Being that close to your ass and not doing a damn thing about it was hard,” he said. “You’re gonna need to rest now, right?”
“Hell no, pop the cream on me, tape me up and let me ride you all night long.”
His growl turned into a pained grunt. “Jesus, woman, you’re gonna be the end of me.”
“Stop being such a baby,” I shoved him playfully. “Hurry up, my kitty is weeping for you already.”
Bear
The sound and smell of bacon sizzling in a pan echoed through my kitchen as I made my way down to the kitchen. I was barely able to walk from loss of fluid after last night. Somehow I made my way to find Orla behind the pan, her barely-there panties over that ass, the end of her tattoo bandage poking out, and one of my tees tied up in a knot at the back.
