Page 21 of Wicked Dreams


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“That’s not a choice, Wade.” Do I want to be drugged and terrified of what they’re doing to my unconscious body, or do I want to be present for whatever the fuck they’re about to stab into my skin? Decisions, decisions.

“I personally think it will be more meaningful if she’s awake.” Hayes beams at us, and I know then that I’d rather not be here for this.

“No, please. Please, drug me. I don’t want to feel anything.” Wade looks at me sadly.

“Sorry, Rory. Hayes is right. You’ll appreciate this more if you’re awake.” At his words, Adler moves behind me and grips my wrists behind my back.

We shuffle over to the tattoo table, and I start sweating. I can’t do this.

“Please, don’t do this. I’ve never wanted a tattoo, and I’ll freak out. I don’t want to flail and hurt one of you.”

“You’ll only hurt yourself and your tattoo if you flail. No one wants a shitty tattoo, baby.

You’re going to have to tough it out and be still.“ Hayes tucks a stray strand of hair behind my ear.

Tears well in my eyes, but there has to be something I can do. “Please, I’ll do anything you guys want. For all of you. Just please, don’t give me a tattoo.”

“That’s a really great offer, Princess, but we’re going to do whatever we want to youandthis. It’s going to be great, you’ll see.“ I struggle against Adler’s hold as soon as he’s done talking.

“You’re getting me so hot, Princess.” He grinds into me, and I can feel his dick.

I can’t stop myself from throwing my weight around and trying to shake Adler off. Screams and cries of frustration escape me, but all I get for it is shoved onto a table with Adler quickly securing my limbs down. There are now straps running across both arms, my waist, and both legs. I definitely can’t move while Hayes gets prepped. It’s only then that I realize Gray has his phone out, and it looks like he’s recording, but he isn’t aiming it at us.

“Are you ready, baby? This is going to sting a little.”

That’s my only warning before Hayes turns on his little machine, and a loud buzzing fills the air. As this thing touches the inside of my forearm, I wish for the comforting blackness I took for granted.

Hayes

Rory’sskinmaybemy new favorite canvas. Rory has a few tears running down her face, and she looks sweaty. Other than an initial shriek as the needle connected with her arm for the first time, she’s gritted her teeth and sucked it up. I’m so fucking hard for this woman it’s unreal. I always lose myself when I’m tattooing, but with Rory, I’m hyper-aware of every breath she takes, the scent of her skin, the way she bites her lip to keep from making any noise. I’ll get her to let loose before the day is over.

For most of my clients, I make a stencil of my drawing, but I didn’t need it for Rory. As soon as I drew the design the other day, it was committed to memory, and I don’t make mistakes. I try to move quickly, especially on the wrist bone, but the devil is in the details, and I want to make sure this one is perfect. When I told the guys my idea, it was an easy sell, but I have a feeling Rory isn’t going to be as into it as they are.

She’s trying to catch glimpses of what I’m doing, but with the way she’s strapped down, it’s virtually impossible. I like the dramatic reveals more anyway. I pause my work for a moment, so I can clean up a little blood that started seeping and to assess what is left. Wade is standing by with cold water and candy, helpfully feeding Rory or giving her sips as needed.

“I’ve got about fifteen minutes left and you’re all done. How are you hanging in there, baby?”

“Go fuck yourself.”

Everyone chuckles. I love the way she’s still trying to be tough even though I know she’s in pain. It’s fucking sexy, and I wonder if she’ll let me fuck her on the table when I’m all done. It seems like she might need some convincing. I get going on her tattoo again, anxious to see how it looks when it’s all done. The final details are simple but arguably the most important, so it takes a little longer to finish than I anticipated. Once it’s over, Rory is tense and giving major ‘back off’ vibes.

“Just let me get this cleaned up, then we’ll unstrap you, and you can take a look.”

“Oh, wow. I get to look at the tattoo that you forced on me? Yippy, I can’t fucking wait.” She stares directly at the ceiling, not giving any one of us the chance to soften her up.

“I’ll need to bandage this in a minute, but you can get up and look.”

Adler quickly loosens the straps on the table, and Rory reluctantly lets him help her off the table. She pushes away from us and immediately holds her arm away from her body to inspect it. She brings her wrist up to her face to see the details, then sets it at her side to see how the design looks from a distance. I’m dying to know what she thinks, but I’m probably not going to get the pumped reaction I’d like to see.

“You guys are un-fucking-believable. I’m getting this lasered off the first chance I get. Bandage it now, so I don’t have to look at it anymore.” She walks back over and thrusts her arm at me.

“Come on, Princess. This tattoo is awesome. It might take some time to grow on you, but you have to at least be able to appreciate the artistry that went into it, right?” Adler gently tugs on her wrist, so he can examine the tattoo for himself.

“Yeah, I’ve always wanted some kind of fucking brand on my skin for everyone to see.” Rory rolls her eyes, and I gesture for Adler to put her arm back on the table.

“The bandage only has to stay on until tomorrow morning. You’ll have to wash this with antibacterial soap every couple of hours and put Aquaphor on it. Since Adler and I are here with you, one of us can help you take care of it and keep it healing properly.”

“Yeah, it would be tragic if I got some kind of an infection and died from this garbage.” I know she’s pissed, but the more she talks shit about my work, the less understanding I become.

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