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I could listen to Jameson talk all day. His voice was so deep and rich but also dark with roughness. When he speaks, I want to listen to every word. “I guess you could put it like that.” I chuckle. “More like celebrating my recent divorce to the asshole.” Taking a deep breath, I say, “And to the fact I walked in on him fucking hisskinny, silicone, blonde bimboassistant on his desk. He said it was my fault our marriage grew sour… and that I was not a good enough wife to cater to his needs. So, this tattoo is a big middle finger salute because he hated tattoos.”
Jameson peers those gorgeous blue eyes up at me. “He sounds like a fucking asshole who clearly did not see the sexy, curvy, beautiful woman that was in front of him. Some men are not meant to have a stunning woman like yourself. They don’t know how to please or treat a real woman.” He licks his lips with his eyes scanning down my whole body and I feel myself break into goosebumps. “I know how topleaseand treat a woman like you––very well.” He smirks at me before continuing my tattoo.
I sit there stunned at what he just said about himself, and I have no goddamn doubt that he does know how to treat a woman like me.
“Prove it.” The words are out of my mouth before my brain can catch up. I usually keep most of my thoughts and opinions to myself, but there is something about being around him, I feel like I can let this guard down.
He grips my wrist harder. “If you behave.” He doesn’t even look up at me when he responds to me. I continue to watch the way he is holding the gun, and the veins moving in his forearms as they move with every stroke he is making. I blush at the thought of what it would be like to have this man take control of my body and command it. How would it feel to have his hands on my body?
Would he be turned off by how I am not one of those skinny models? I don’t think he would have an issue as he just told me I am sexy. I have never wanted a man that I have only just met like I do with Jameson. Nor have I ever truly had a one-night stand. Suddenly, I have this urge to know what it’s like to have himpleaseme. I want him to tell me what he wants to do to me. I wonder what a night would be like with him. Maybe what happens in Vegas, really (does) stay in Vegas.
Five
Jameson
WhenItouchedAria’swrist, my whole entire body lights up like the goddamn Vegas strip, and I have never experienced a feeling that powerful in my fucking life. I felt it in my veins, and my heart started beating so fast, I thought it was going to jump out of my chest. This woman whom I just met only ten minutes ago already has a hold over me…I like it a little too much. I didn’t want to show I was affected by her, but I couldn’t stop touching her in some form while tattooing her. I kept one hand placed on her the whole time, and I didn’t want to stop.
Every so often, I would tear my eyes off of the design I was making and lock my eyes on hers. When I would look into her emerald eyes, it felt like she could see the real me and not some fucked up asshole that I actually am. I wanted to finish my work and not fuck it up. I needed to pay attention. In Vegas, I am known for my freehand tattooing, and I have perfected it over the years. Freehand tattooing is rather than drawing out the artwork on a transferable stencil, I use a sharpie to outline on my clients skin of what the piece will roughly be. I find the artwork comes more to life when I am not limited to stay within the lines. When my customers come to see me, I want the piece to be fucking perfect and more than what they expected. I love the sound of the gun when it glides over the skin. It is soothing to me. I can shut my mind off and focus on the artwork I am working on. How the lines intertwine together, where to shade and to add shadows, where to add the right amount of light and dark.
Hearing what her ex-husband did to her by banging his,skinny, silicone, blonde bimboassistant, as she called her, really made my blood boil. Did this ass fuck not see the gorgeous woman in front of him? Was he not obsessed with her very lickable curves? Was he not a giver and only a receiver? The moment I laid eyes on Aria, I felt a strong connection toward her. The look on Tyler’s face said it all. She was shocked by me volunteering, and I’m sure she will grill me about it afterwards.
I can tell Aria was affected by what I said to her. I know she doesn’t believe that I find her stunning, but I do. I want to run my tongue all over her delectable body as she crumbles beneath my touch. I want to hear her moans while I lick her sweet pussy until she is dripping on my face and is crying out that she can’t take it anymore. Like the sick greedy bastard that I am…I know she will, like the good girl she is. The sick son of a bitch that I am, I want to shove my thick cock down her throat, watching her choke down on my dick with tears streaming down her face. I want to mark her as mine. In the bedroom, I am the one who is in control. I like it rough. I say when a woman can come, when she can speak, and how I want her. She is there to do as she is told.
Thinking of all the things I want to do to Aria’s body, I feel my jeans getting tighter with my straining dick. The need to be in her tight, wet cunt as I am finishing up the final touches on her tattoo is all that’s going through my head.
I remove my hand from her arm to readjust myself, no point in hiding it from her. I want her to see the effect she has on me. She blushes as I adjust myself. Adding the last shadow to the wings of the phoenix, I spray some water on the tattoo and wipe it clean. Before I let her out of my chair I take a moment and look at the artwork in front of me. I didn’t make it too big since it is her first one, but I wanted to add depth to the piece, making it come to life on her wrist. I drew the phoenix rising out of the ashes and spreading its wings, just like Aria starting over from her marriage. Placing my hand on her thigh, I say, “All done. What do you think?” Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I rub my hand up and down her thigh. Her skin feels soft underneath the roughness of my fingertips. I want to trail my hand higher to see how wet she is.
She bites her pillowy bottom lip before saying, “It’s stunning. You are truly an artist, Jameson. It’s better than I could have imagined.”
Fuck. Hearing my name on her lips. I want to hear her scream it as she comes. I move my chair closer to her, rolling my tongue over my bottom lip. “Thank you, Aria. I’m glad that I couldpopyour tattoo cherry.” I pause before I ask, “What are your plans for tonight?” I don’t want to let her leave just yet.
She takes in a deep breath, she looks down at my hand as it rubs up and down her thigh. “Um, not sure. I think one of my girlfriends wants to hit one of the many night clubs on the Strip.”
This is working out perfectly. Time to set my plan into motion. “Oh? Well, I happen to know one of the best night clubs on the strip you could try. I know the owner quite well, and I could make a call to add you and friends to the list. It’s called Euphoria.”
She places her hand on my forearm, and my body is ignited with her touch. “Oh, Jameson, you don’t have to do that. I do not want you to go out of your way. You have done enough onpoppingmy tattoo cherry.”
Fuck me, she looks up at me with big emerald eyes with a slight smirk as she blushes. They have a tiny sparkle to them when she does. “Aria, it is not a problem. It’s just a phone call, that is all.” Grinning with my voice deepening.
“Okay. Thank you, Jameson,” she whispers.
“You’re welcome, Aria.” I say in a low raspy voice.
Pulling away, I go over the tattoo care she will need to do over the next few weeks as it heals, along with the don’ts. I apply some anti-inflammatory ointment on her wrist before I place the plastic wrap over it to protect it from the ruthless Nevada sun.
Little does Aria, my Angel know, I am the owner of Euphoria.
I will be there tonight, and I will be bringing her home.
I will claim Aria’s body as mine, making her come multiple times. I will lick and bite every inch of those delicious curves.
Tonight, I will make her scream my name over and over again.
Tonight.
She.
Is.
