She blushed and pushed her hair behind her ear. “You think?”
I bit down on my lip as my cock throbbed, just imagining her covered in ink. “Yeah, I know a guy around here. Let me call him.”We paused for me to set up the appointment, and then an hour later we pulled into the shop and talking to Boogie.
“Eisley, this is Boogie, he’s done a bunch of my stuff.” I explained. “Thanks for getting her in, bro.”
Boogie stuck his hand out. “Nice to meet you. Me and Constantine went to school together. What are we doing for you today?”
Eisley pressed her lips together. We’d tossed out some ideas on the drive, but she didn’t seem committed to anything. She looked up at me. “What do you think?”
“That’s up to you, princess.”
“Mmm, what if I did something like the one you have?”
My eyebrows rose. “Like what?”
She poked the space between my shoulder socket and chest. “That one.”
“My moth?” I grinned. “That would be hot.”
Boogie looked at me. “Let me see.”
I lifted my t-shirt to show him the death’s head moth tilted so its head pointed into my shoulder.
“Rad. I can totally do that. Same place?” he asked her.
“Yes, please.”
Boogie took us to the back and let us sit while he prepped the stencil and his station.
“Good thing you wore a skirt today, instead of a dress,” I teased.
She blinked and looked at the full-body mirror on the wall and frowned. “How is he going to…”
I stood and went behind her, my hands finding the bottom of her shirt. I began raising it slowly, my fingers grazing her soft skin as I went. I paused right at the edge of her bra and leaned in to whisper into her ear. “You’re gonna have to show some skin, princess.”
Her breathing hitched and her brown eyes flicked to mine in the mirror.I pulled away as Boogie returned with the stencil in hand.
“Ready?”
Eisley nodded and returned to the chair. Slowly, she pulled off her shirt, revealing the black lacy bra she was wearing to be see-through. We could see her nipples through the fabric. Now that the cold had touched them, they were poking through.Eisley blushed.
“I have pasties,” Boogie offered.
“Nah, let her squirm.” I looked at Eisley and she didn’t protest.She knew better.
Good girl.
Boogie slid down the strap that would cover the space he’d be working and pressed the stencil to her skin.
“I’ve never gotten a tattoo before,” she admitted to him.
“I get to be your first!” He laughed and looked my way. I wasn’t laughing back, and he quickly moved on. Once the stencil was placed, he finished prepping and then reached for his machine.
“Ready? You have to remain still.”
Eisley took a deep breath and looked over at me. “Yep.”
The machine buzzed to life, and he pressed it against her shoulder.She gasped but didn’t wiggle or jerk away. I reached for her hand, and she squeezed.
