Page 39 of Possessive Ink

“This is already the biggest closet I’ve ever seen. Why would you need more space?” she questions.

Not answering, I turn and smile, feeling her gaze run over my face, then down my chest, before settling on my cock that’s already starting to harden again.

“You have tattoos on your dick?” she gasps, like she only just noticed.

I nod.

“Did it hurt getting it done?” she questions curiously.

“Staying hard for five hours was more painful,” I admit, palming my dick like I’m putting it on display for her.

“Wow,” she whispers, shuffling closer, her fingers twitching with the desire to touch.

“You can touch, Princess. It belongs to you now,” I rasp, not expecting to hear the emotion in my own voice.

“It does?” she questions, sounding surprised as she tentatively runs her fingertips over the patterned skin.

“Fuck yes, it does.”

“Does that mean I get to put a collar on you too?” she says with a giggle.

“I’ll have a cock ring made that matches your collar, then we can see how many times I can fuck you to orgasm before you pass out,” I purr, parting her towel and rubbing the head of my dick over her swollen clit.

“Oh god,” she whines, instantly correcting herself. “Sir. Oh, Sir.”

“Later, Princess,” I whisper, sighing resignedly as I put some distance between us. Grabbing a pair of jeans, I pull them over my feet and up my legs, forcing my hard dick into the denim and buttoning the fly.

Closing her eyes, she sucks in a deep breath, then turns away, clearly scanning the floor for the bag she brought that I unpacked for her earlier.

“I unpacked it, Princess,” I remind her.

“Oh god, I forgot,” she croaks. “Where is my underwear?”

“You don’t need panties anymore. What dress did you bring for tonight?” I ask.

“What do you mean, I don’t need panties? I definitely need panties.”

I shake my head with a smirk. “No, you don’t. Now, which dress?”

Perturbed, she points to a pale pink dress with lemon-colored polka dots on it. The skirt isn’t as full as the sailor dress she was wearing this morning, but it’s short enough that we’re both going to be very aware of the fact that she’s not wearing any underwear for the rest of the night.

When Felix walked in on us earlier, I wasn’t upset, because it turns me on to know that even though she was naked, he won’t look at her because he knows she’s mine. He and I have shared women in the past, but while he enjoys sex, he prefers art, and as much as he’s the other half of my soul, that bond doesn’t extend to him being able to touch or experience Lemon. She’s all mine and the only thing on this earth I’m not willing to share with him.

Opening the drawer I put her bras in, I pick one and hold it out to her, then swap it to a different one when she wrinkles her nose adorably at my offering. When she cringes at the second bra, I step aside and gesture toward the drawer, watching as she quickly selects a pale pink strapless bra that she twists into place, carefully lifting and positioning her breasts inside the satin cups.

Part of me wants to offer to take over that job for her in the future, but after only seeing it once, I’m already looking forward to watching her do it again when she gets dressed in the morning. I don’t think I’ve ever taken any notice of a woman getting dressed before, but as I lean back against the cabinets in the center of my closet, I’m enthralled by the ritual of her actions.

Once her bra is comfortably in situ, she looks into the drawer again. I’m assuming she’s searching for her panties, but she won’t find them in there. Once she’s scoured every inch and not located her underwear, she purses her lips and turns to pout at me.

She looks sexy and sweet, but knowing she’s going to be bare beneath her dress is a lot more enticing than her cute looks.

“Atticus, I can’t wear a dress without any underwear,” she pouts.

“Sure you can. Just don’t bend over too far,” I tease, opening the closet that I hung her dresses in and lifting the one she said she was wearing tonight off the rail.

Offering it to her, I watch as she carefully unzips it, then slides it over her head, smoothing the fabric down her body. The dress hugs her tits, perfectly clinging to her sexy curves, then ends in a flared skirt that I know she’ll be conscious of all night while I tease both of us with the idea of her flashing her wet pussy to my brother or sister.

As I watch, her fingers curl around the hem, and she tugs, smoothing the fabric down her thighs at the front, then brushing her palms over the curve of her full, spankable ass. I might not be the type of Dom who needs to cause pain or discipline his sub, but my dick only gets harder as I imagine red handprints decorating her full, plump ass cheeks.