Page 52 of Bound By Ink

Once I’ve got the room prepped, I stand, staring out of the window. Dickhead’s car pulls up, and he climbs out. Scott steps out, but Dickhead is glaring at me. He smirks and makes his way to Scott. He grabs him and pins him to the car. He grips him possessively as he forces his tongue into Scott’s mouth. Scott relaxes and wraps his arms around him as he kisses him back. I cross my arms, my biceps bulging, and I chant in my head:Do not kill him. Do not fucking kill him, yet!

His eyes are open; it’s all for show. He stares at me while he kisses Scott, but I blatantly glare back.

That’s right, motherfucker, you may think you’ve won, but don’t underestimate me. He’s mine, and I’m gonna take him fucking back.

Scott breaks the kiss, blushing as he pulls back and looks away. Dickhead leans in and gives him anotherquick kiss, squeezing his hand, and I see Scott say, “I love you” to him. My jaw clenches, and I vow to rip his head off as soon as I get a fucking chance.

When Scott walks inside alone, I pull him into a hug as Dickhead sits on the bonnet of his car.

“You sure about this?” I whisper into his ear as I pull him in for a hug, watching Dickhead’s jaw tick. He nods against me and pulls away, turning to the window and giving him a quick smile and a wave.

I walk over to the door and lock it, turning the.With a Clientsign around, smiling at him while I pull down the blind. I turn and place my hand on the small of Scott’s back and lead him through the shop.

“Where are we going?”

“I think it will be more private for you out the back.”

“Erm, okay, I guess.” He wrings his hands as I lead him into the back space. I have the music on low in there, the heating turned up, so it’s warm, and the stencil already printed. The design is a beautiful scroll design around Dickhead’s name. I smile at Scott.

“You sure about this?” Once it’s on, it’s on.

He nods. “Where are you doing it? It looks big.”

“Hip, that way you can cover it and only people you want to see it can.”

“Does it need to be that big, though?”

“Go big or go home, right?”

“You’re being really nice about this, Killian. Thank you. I’m really nervous.”

I step forward and slide my hand up his arm. “Hey, if you don’t want to have it, you don’t have to. Look, sit down. Let’s talk about it.”

“No, I don’t want to talk. Just do it.”

“You sure?”

“Yes.”

Normally, I’d step outside while they get undressed. But what can I say, I’m being a wanker. I pass him a modesty cover and tell him to undress. When he removes his bottom half, he looks petrified. He stands, cupping his junk, and I sit down and pull up my stool in front of him.

“Ready?” He nods, and I clean and shave as close to his dick as I can get with his hand in the way. I lean in, breathing heavily next to him. I wipe him clean as I press against him. His body moves back, so I wrap my hand around him and cup his ass, holding him. I look up at him and smile. “You okay?”

He glances down, nodding, but then looking away. As my breath flutters across his hip, his skin pebbles and his inhale hitches. He coughs, trying to cover it, but I apply the stencil from the side of his dick, curling up towards his hip.

“Okay, have a look.”

“Killian,” he gasps. “It’s beautiful.” His eyes glaze, and he gives me the most beautiful smile. I stare up at him from my stool and smile at him.

“Okay, let’s get you tatted up.” He blows out a breath, and his hand shakes as he steps towards the tattoo bed.

“Lie down. We’ll be a few hours at least.”

“Really?” he gasps, sitting back up.

“Beautiful things take time, Scott.” He dips his chin and lies back down. “Just relax and close your eyes. Don’t worry, you’ll get the tattoo you deserve. Anyone who sees this will know who you belong to.”

He gives me a tight-lipped smile and closes his eyes. I start the machine, and he flinches. I rub my hand soothingly across his hip.