Lore eats me out as I get my tattoo, keeping me on the edge while Burner works. He won’t let me come, but everything he’s doing feels really fucking good. It wraps me in a cocoon of sorts between two extreme sensations, and time no longer exists.
I’m barely conscious as Burner begins to clean my skin, and I feel him spread something over the tattoo before he gets up and leaves.
“You’re all done,” Lore says in my ear. My pants are still on the floor, and I’m pretty sure Burner is going to have to burn this table. “I’ll sanitize it, he’ll be fine, Princess. Do you want to see the tattoo? I’ll clean you up first. Let me grab tissues.”
“I want to see it,” I say sleepily.
“I can’t believe you almost fell asleep on the table. You’re a natural for ink, Marie.”
Lore cleans up the mess of slick between my thighs, and helps me slowly sit up. He holds my panties and pants steady soI can step into them, and he sighs when he realizes there’s not a mirror anywhere.
“I’ll take a photo of your back so you can see,” he says. “Don’t get up without me, please. I don’t want you to get dizzy.”
“What time is it?” I ask, yawning.
“Late,” he says. “It’s after ten, Marie.”
“No way,” I deny, staying seated so he can take the photo.
“Yes,” he chuckles, leaning over me to show me the photo.
My jaw drops as I see the tattoo is completed, and Burner added a couple of purple and pink watercolor butterflies to it too.
“It’s amazing,” I whisper. “This…oh my god.”
“Prez! Can we see, or are you going to stab our eyes out?” Arsenal asks.
“Give her a minute, and I’ll bring her out,” Lore says when I nod. I’ll just wrap my arm around my front or use my t-shirt. It’s not a big deal.
Lore cleans the leather of the table vigorously with alcohol, and my nose wrinkles at the smell. I feel a little better knowing that at least it’s completely clean now.
“You’re not going to want anything tight on your back, baby. I’ll give you my sweatshirt after you show them the tattoo,” he says, helping me hop off the table. Picking up my shirt, I hold it against my chest, and Lore offers me water.
I guzzle it down since apparently I’ve been laying for hours, and hand him back the empty bottle.
“Wilder is keeping dinner warm for you,” he says, guiding my arm through his to hold onto as we walk.
“It feels like I blinked and the day disappeared,” I explain, keeping the t-shirt against the front of my body.
“We’re coming out!” Lore yells, smirking as the music cuts off.
“I would have already tapped out,” Vik says, watching as I walk out from behind the partition. “You’re a fucking rockstar.”
Burner is sucking down a beer as if it’s paying him for the privilege, and I feel myself blush all over my body.
“No one heard, saw, or smelled shit,” Wilder says, a plate already in his hand for me.
“Nope,” Burner says, coming up for air dramatically. “Not a damn thing. Now show off that ink, Little Queen.”
Standing in the middle of the room, I turn around to show them.
“Woah,” Ransom says. “Burner, can we get butterflies too? I don’t care how girly they are. They look so good.”
“I don’t know, I was in the groove and they felt right to add,” Burner admits. “I can add the butterflies if you guys want.”
“They’re beautiful,” I say, glancing over my shoulder at him. “The watercolors look incredible.”
“You made it easy,” he says, shrugging. “Leave the wrap on for three days, and then have someone help you take it off in the shower.”
