Page 94 of Ink

“Oh, I see.” A slow smirk takes over Ink’s face. “You want to be a brat.”

A brat?

I can’t think. The only thing I can concentrate on is trying to get him close enough to me so I can lick the tattoos trailing down to my prize, but instead he’s bending down and searching in the pocket of his discarded pants.

“Get ready, bunny.” Ink stalks toward me as he flips open a pocketknife. “Brats get punished.”

My breath catches in my throat, making me immobile as I watch my beast advance on his prey.

His hand darts out, slicing the knife down my shirt and pants in one quick sweep. The material parts on its own accord, falling on each side of my breast. Blade side up, he worms the knife under the piece of fabric holding the cups of my bra together before slicing up, cutting that off me as well.

My mouth drops open in shock.

“I wouldn’t have had to do that if you weren’t being a fuckin’ brat. Do I need to turn you over my knee and spank that ass as I pull what’s left of your clothes off, or can you listen this time?”

Still unable to form a coherent sentence, I lay my head back on the mattress, ultimately deciding that if this is what’s about to happen, then it’s obviously meant to be. And if I die in the process, so be it. Being a brat would be one heck of a way to go out.

“Get on your hands and knees,” Ink orders.

A thrill runs through me from the dominance in his tone. I hold contact with his heated eyes as I slowly stretch out like a lazy cat with my arms above my head before slowly rolling over until I’m no longer able to hold his gaze. Sliding my forearms under me, I push up onto my knees and elbows, making sure to take my time as I arch my back, sticking my ass out in the air.

A low rumble vibrates throughout the room, and I feel the cool metal from his knife trail down my spine, hitting every single scar as he makes another cut down the back of my shirt. The fabric falls down each of my arms with nothing holding it up anymore. With a flick of each wrist, each half of my shirt flings somewhere else on the bed.

Ink wastes no time getting the rest of my clothes off as I can tell his patience is wearing thin. The cool metal hits the inside of my thighs as he slices my pants off. He rips the fabric away before his rough hands come back to my ass, grabbing a handful and squeezing.

“God, this fuckin’ ass.” I jolt as his wet tongue licks from the bottom of my ass to the top. “I’ve spent weeks watching this ass come and go, wishin’ I could get in there. I think I always knew it was goin’ to be mine.”

“It’s mine,” I tell him on a breathy moan as he delivers a hard smack to the right cheek.

A hand wraps in my hair and tugs hard, making my head snap back. I smile softly at the pain. “Wrong, bunny. Every single inch of you is mine. I’m going to make sure you never forget that.” His other hand runs up the side of my body, hitting every curve. He traces the underside of my breasts with his thumb. “I can’t wait until I can play with these. It’s killin’ me.”

Goosebumps pepper my skin from him touching the sensitive skin.

“Always so responsive to me. I’m sure my pussy is soaked for me. Let’s find out.” Ink’s hand leaves the underside of my breast and softly trails down my belly, and down until he’s reached what’s his. Using two fingers, he runs them down my slit. “Fuckin’ soaked,” he growls.

Without warning, those same two fingers slam into me, giving me no time to adjust before pumping in and out at a frenzied pace. My inner walls flex around them. I let out a long moan as I wiggle my ass back into it, wanting more.

“You need more, bunny? You need this dick?”

“Yes,” I whimper as I arch my back.

I’m left empty as Ink abruptly removes his fingers, making me whine in frustration.

“Shhh,” he coos. “I got you. I always fuckin’ got you. I’ll always give you what you need.” Cool metal hits my entrance as he lines his hard cock up. “Jesus fuckin’ Christ.” He groans. “My greedy pussy is trying to suck me in. You’ve been in a bad way, baby?”

I can’t respond. Not when all my mind can think about is having his hard cock inside of me and the heat of his body pressed against me. Instead, I lean back into it, trying my best to get anything I can get.

“Easy.” He pulls back slightly until I can only feel the heat of his cock. The feeling of him being so close but so far away has me begging.

“Please,” I whimper, wiggling my butt at him, hoping I’ll hit something, anything at this point. I’m on the verge of tears as the ache between my legs is almost too much to take.

A low groan rumbles from deep in his chest. “I love when you beg for it.” Smack. His palm comes down on my ass again, making me fall forward on the mattress. “But your punishment isn’t over.” Smack.

His palm comes down on my ass, hitting the same spot over and over again until it’s raw and burning. A burn that has me arching my back so deep my belly hits the mattress as my butt pushes out further toward him. I’m so wet I can feel it trickling down the inside of my thigh.

After what feels like hours, he finally stops. I jolt as his palm lightly rests on the raw skin. He gently caresses my cheek.

“Your ass looks so pretty raw and on display for me, bunny. Let me take away the ache.”