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He knows I’m not afraid of pain. It is the act of the needle piercing my skin that terrifies me.
I force myself to watch as Gia drags the needle repeatedly over Conor’s skin to create a small heart the size of a pea. A few minutes later, she sits back with a proud smile on her face. “Not bad for freehand, right?”
Conor looks down at his tiny new ink. “Hmm,” he nods his agreement before he looks back at me. “You ready, angel?”
“Uh-huh,” I murmur but I stand rooted to the spot.
“Where are you having your tattoo?” he asks.
“On m-my shoulder.”
He tugs my hand, still clasped in his. “Come here.” His words are soft but his tone is commanding and my body obeys him even though my brain is telling me to run from the room and far away from the small pointy instruments of torture.
I edge closer until my thighs are touching his.
“Here!” he looks down at his lap.
With shaky legs, I straddle him on the chair, placing my hands on his solid chest and feeling how he grounds me. My fingertips flex over the tattoos on his chest. The myriad of dark colors swirling and coiling into beautiful patterns on his skin.
Grabbing hold of my waist, he shifts his position slightly. “You okay there?” he asks.
I swallow hard. My groin is directly over his cock and the memories of the many times I have sat with him like this on this chair makes wet heat pool in my core.
“Yes,” I whisper as I stare into his eyes.
He sees it too, as though he’s watching the thoughts in my head like a movie. His eyes darken as a low growl rumbles through his chest.
“You wanna take your dress off or just pop your arm out, Jessie?” Gia asks as she readies her equipment for her next victim — me.
“Arm out,” Conor growls, glaring at me in warning. “I’m barely gonna get through this with you fully clothed.”
Despite my nerves, that makes me giggle. I pull my arm through my sweater dress and pull down my bra strap, exposing my right shoulder to be Gia’s canvas.
When she wipes my skin with alcohol a few seconds later, the unexpected touch of her fingers on me makes me instinctively edge forward, causing me to rub my pussy over Conor’s cock.
“Fuck!” he hisses.
“Sorry. Should have warned you,” Gia laughs softly.
“That’s okay,” I reply, my eyes locked on Conor’s.
His length hardens against me until it’s nudging at my folds through my panties. Under almost any other circumstances that would be enough to distract me from anything. And I want to focus only on the feel of his body against mine, but the familiar feelings of pleasure, comfort and warmth that he usually evokes remain frustratingly close, yet too far to reach.
I flinchevery single time Gia touches my skin and the longer she works, the more my entire body starts to tremble with fear.
“You’re gonna have to do something to calm your girl, down, Conor,” she says with a sigh. “She’s shaking like a goddam jell-o shot in a virgin’s belly button here.”
I understand what she’s saying but I can’t stop my body from quivering. I need something to focus on. Something to distract me. Something all consuming.
“What do you suggest, Gia?” he says as his fingertips dig into the soft flesh of my hips.
“Whatever she needs, right?” she purrs while I stare into Conor’s eyes, hoping he’s willing to go that far.
His cock twitches against me and I roll my hips just the tiniest amount but it’s enough to make me whimper with need.
Gia puts her instruments down on the metal tray with a clatter. “I tell you what’s gonna happen. I’m gonna go use the ladies room. And when I come back you two can be in whateversituationyou need to be in to make this happen. Okay.”
“Situation?” Conor snaps at her. “Are you-?”
