His screams for release fell upon deaf ears. I almost wanted to tell him that straining his voice was pointless, as this room, and many rooms in this house, were soundproof. The only person hearing him was me, and frankly, I didn’t give a shit.
I moved with the pace of a man with nowhere to go and nothing to do. This was all I had on my to-do for today, and I was going to savor every minute I had with Will. I went through the motions of preparing my work station. I poured ink, lined up needles, cotton balls, and my bottles of sterile alcohol.
“Do you have any tattoos, Will?”
“Tattoos? Of course not. That’s low class. I see you have them.” His eyes darted nervously to the exposed pieces of my skin with ink on them and then my work table. He took note of everything on it and swallowed. “What is this, exactly?”
His tone was softer. I smirked. He was shifting from anger to bargaining.
“I have money. Lots of it. It’s gotten me out of many things. It can get you out of trouble, too. What do you want? How much?”
I found my remote and pushed the buttons to turn myTV on. I flicked through to get to my music, turning on my favorite playlist.
Three Days Grace began to play, and I grabbed my stool, wheeling it over to where my newest client lay waiting. I washed my hands, gloved up, and settled in.
“Ready? Might want to stay still. Normally, I’d use a stencil, but I don’t think that’s necessary today.”
“Stencil? What are you planning on doing?” He lifted his head and looked down his body. He was in a full suit, everything but his hands and head were covered. He swallowed again as I reached for my tattoo machine, loading the needle.
Again, I chose to ignore his questions. I pressed on his forehead with my gloved hand, pushing him back onto the leather chair. He resisted at first, but he was just another middle-aged, pudgy fucker. He wasn’t as strong as his money and power made him out to be. Here, he was at my mercy.
And I had none for a rapist like him.
Beads of sweat dotted his forehead, and I wiped them away before bringing the machine to his flesh.
“Do you know who I am? People are looking for me,” he warned.
“I know. That’s why you’re here. We found you.”
Chapter 12
Gatsby
I leanedmy forehead against the slick, mint-colored tile and closed my eyes as I stroked my cock. Water beat down my back, soaking my body, washing my sweat and Will’s blood down the drain.
I hadn’t been able to help myself. The opportunity to have a little taste of this weekend’s festivities was too tempting. Thankfully, I was able to stop while he was still alive.
Just… missing a few patches of his belly.
It was fine, I had Dewayne come in and clean it all up off the floor.
The letter I’d received earlier today had me excited. While I was tattooing Will Witty, I could barely focus on my work. All I could think about was what was to come.
Hargrave Ballet Company was going to bring forth their Prima Ballerina to campaign for them. If they wanted to dance in my newly acquired opera house, they’d have to earn it.
Who better to earn my attention than Daisy?
Had I been positive they’d query me? No. But every other ballet company in the state had thus far. It felt likeonly a matter of time before hers did. Each day that went without contact from them had been driving me mad; I was starting to overthink.
Would I ever see my Daisy again?
My fist clenched around my hard dick moved faster, the image of her beautiful face in my mind as I stroked. Euphoria surged, and the memory of our one tryst, right before I got locked up, came to mind. The memory of her naked body against mine sent me over the edge. Cum shot out onto the wall, and I sighed with relief as my orgasm flooded my veins.
Soon.
I sighed.
Soon, I would see Daisy in person.
