"Remind me again," I requested.
She leaned down and whispered in my ear. "I want you to tattoo me."
"Daisy," I sighed and leaned back. "Why do..."
"Because you're an amazing artist, and I want to support your talent." She came around and pushed my chair out to sit on my lap and wrap her arms around my neck. She knew this was my undoing. I shook my head as she began to kiss me all over.
"I am the proud owner of your very first tattoo, and now I want more of your art on my body."
"I don't know; I'm not that good." My lack of confidence was peeking through.
"Don't lie, you're good. Come on, right now, take me up to your secret room and poke me a million times."
"I could poke you right here..." I offered, my cock pulsing underneath her. She rolled her eyes.
"Maybe after, if you're a good boy and do as you're told..." She booped my nose, and I bit down on my lip. Jesus Christ, I could be her good boy...
Gripping her, I stood with her in my arms and then gently placed her on the floor.
"As you wish..."
I led her upstairs and unlocked the door. Flicking the light on, I let her go in first.
"You really need to decorate."
"Some day," I mused.
Some day, when my thirst for blood was sated, and I no longer needed to rid the world of its monsters. Some day, after my last dinner was served, I'd fill my workspace with photos of Daisy.
As my mind wandered to the dark places I was constantly battling to hide, Daisy hurried to my chair and hopped up. In her attempt to get comfortable, she flashed me under her dress. It was then I realized she had no panties on. My mouth began to water, and my mind went completely blank.
"Are we doing this or not?"
I could think of a million other things I'd like to do right now other than draw. I stared at her, her beautifully shaped legs, her luscious thighs, her full breasts. I wasn't going to be able to get through a tattoo session without wanting to toss everything aside and fuck her.
"Yeah, let me—" I struggled to think but forced myselfto run through the steps. Sitting on my stool, I wheeled over to her.
"What do you want?"
"Daisies."
"Perfect." I smiled. "Where?"
"What if we did a chain of them, framing my knee-caps?"
"You've been thinking about this," I commented, grabbing my sketchpad from a table behind me.
"Me and Tuth discussed it on the way to and from the studio," she admitted. I began to sketch as she talked, and soon I had a concept to show her. I turned the pad, and she squealed in delight.
"Yes! Let's do that."
I went through the motions, creating the stencils, then placing them on her skin.
"This isn't exactly a soft place," I warned as I began pouring ink. "It's going to hurt."
"All tattoos hurt," she reminded me.
I gulped. "That they do."
