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“No, because we both like control, and it gets me hard watching you struggle to touch me.”
He applies the clamps to both of my nipples and I watch in awe as he kneels before me. He’s so handsome with a few stray hairs falling over his forehead and into his right eye. His hair is longer than when we first met, like he hasn’t had time to cut it.
The movement has his leather and metal scent circling around me. He places a soft kiss to my leg, his hands roaming up my skin until he squeezes my ass with both hands. His face is right at my pussy, my panties the only thing between us. Inch by inch, he pulls my panties down, pausing when I’m bared to him. My heart plunges and flip flops all around with the way Max is staring at me. Our connection feels raw, too heavy for what we are, and I have to glance away.
“You’re already dripping for me and I’ve hardly touched you yet.”
My hands move, begging to run my fingers through his hair and help control his movements. He glances up, winking, before my panties are brought down to my feet and he commands, “Step.” I walk out of them without further prompting.
He brings them to his nose, inhaling deeply. “Sweetest pussy I’ve ever had.” I watch in disbelief as he places them into his back pocket. “I’m going to jerk off with these tonight to the memory of you.”
I roll my eyes, but his words send a flutter of excitement through me. We regard each other for a beat, the moment adding to the crackle of electricity in the air. Max looks so playful when he’s relaxed and feeling comfortable.
Taking his sweet ass time, he inserts one finger into me, but it’s not enough. My hips move to help, wanting more. He slips two, then three fingers in, and my head falls back with a moan. His fingers move harder, my body keeping up with his rhythm, even with my legs shaking.
His mouth latches onto my clit and he licks, sucks, nibbles, working me into a frenzy.
“Max,” I moan. I’m so damn close.
Then he pulls away. I’m panting, my body still moving to his rhythm, like I can imagine him still there.
“Max, what the fuck?” I holler, frustrated and annoyed that my orgasm is at the brink of making me come apart.
“You better make me come or fuck me right this instant.” I’m delirious. I could feel it was going to be an epic one, you know the type that makes your entire being levitate and lasts forever? This was going to be one of those.
He pulls out a small gun-like contraption, his thumb continuing to brush against my skin like he can’t stop touching me.
“Let me tattoo you.” It’s not a demand, but it’s not a question, either.
“What the fuck? Finish one job before you move on to the next.” My voice is needy as hell and my arms pull against the cuffs, wanting to finish the job myself.
“Fuck no,” I pout, still struggling, but it’s not because I don’t trust him. Max stands and the bulge in his pants is clear as day. He’s getting off on this, just like he said he would.
“Then you don’t come, simple as that.”
I growl, irritated. “How do you want to mark me?”
“Property of Max.”
My chest wants to cave in on itself. The thought is sweet and very permanent. Nothing in my life has ever been everlasting. What this is, can’t be forever. I don’t understand how Max can’t see it.
“Are you fucking crazy?”
“Actually, yes. I had a psych evaluation once, and they said so, but I think my mother also paid them to say that. I guess none of us will ever really know.” He shrugs with one shoulder, turning on the machine in his fingertips.
He’s not meeting my eyes and I stop fighting my restraints. “Look at me, Max.” He fiddles, getting the tattoo gun ready, and I speak again, “Max.” He brings his gaze to me, vulnerability shining in his eyes clear as day. “I love you, so I must be crazy too.”
Shock resonates through him, evident in the way he flinches and his eyes clear with an emotion I can’t pinpoint.
“Tattoo me, Max.” I say softly, and this time I have no reservations. “Somewhere discreet.”
A smile tugs at his lips, each second it stretches his face wider. He stands, pulling my face to his, and kisses me. It’s rough, dominating and demanding. It’s everything a goodbye kiss should be.
He moves around me and I can feel his energy and warmth from behind before his hand feathers over my ass cheek. The first pressure of the gun has me jumping. “Stay still, my love.”
“What does it say?” I ask once he’s cleaned and bandaged it.
“His only.” He comes around to my front. “Mine says, ‘Her only’.” He lifts up his pant leg and there is beautiful lettering on his calf. “I love you too, Sienna.” He kisses me again, but this one is soft, gentle, as he takes his time exploring my mouth.
