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"What does it feel like?" she asks.
Like heaven and hell and everything in between? Like I should be biting you instead of inking you?
"Some people compare it to a cat scratch," I say. "It stings, for sure...but I can tell you're a tough cookie. My recommendation is just to breathe through it, and to anticipate pain...but notbadpain. This tattoo is small, it will only take a few minutes."
"And the pheromones...will I feel anything?"
"I've heard it can cause an instant aversion to alphas," I chuckle. "So I won't be offended if you want to shut yourself in your room for a few hours after."
"You won't lock me in?"
I look her in the eye, honestly a little hurt that she would assume that.
But...then again, I am the creepy old man with a door that locks from theoutside.
"Never," I tell her. "I promise you're safe with me, Kendra."
She nods and gulps, obviously nervous, but brave. I hope to God she's ready for this. I turn on the gun and squeeze the trigger. It hums to life, buzzing softly, and I pause a moment to make sure she's ready before I put it to her skin.
"You're not gonna trace it or anything?" she asks.
I laugh softly. "No. I've drawn this design so many times I could tattoo it in my sleep. Do you trust me?"
She nods.
"I'm ready," she says, her voice soft yet firm. "Do it."
I press the gun to her skin.
She winces, but she doesn't make a sound. Yeah...she's tough enough for this. Ink blooms under her skin, the black outline fine and precise, and I try to focus on the ink and not the way she inhales, the way her skin trembles slightly.
Fuck, she'd be perfect to sink my teeth into.
Among other things.
I've done this thousands of times before, but the thought of it now is so fucking hard. I hate to admit it, but I'm insanely turned on by the whole thing--Kendra's soft skin under my hands, her smell, the heat in the room, my desire to claim her. Even under normal circumstances, there's something intimate about tattooing--when it's just the client in the chair and you touching them, a painful and meaningful experience.
With her...it's so much more powerful.
Fucking intoxicating.
"How is it?" I ask as I get to the halfway mark. It's only been a few minutes, but it feels like hours--and I wonder if I'm having a harder time than she is, because I can barely resist her as I try to focus on the tattoo.
"It stings, but it's really not bad," she says.
Her voice is low and husky, and I realize with a start that one of the reasons I'm getting so turned on is her scent. She shouldn't be aroused...but she is. Are the pheromones doing this?
Or...is it something else?
Mine, my alpha growls somewhere deep in the recesses of my head.
Down boy.
"You okay?" I ask.
"I feel...weird," she admits. "You didn't tell me it would make me horny."
I let out a short, awkward laugh--not because she's making me uncomfortable, but because I'm trying desperately not to forget about the tattoo and get on my knees to lick her pussy.
