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She walks over to the drawer and rummages through, finding some still packaged and untouched. The sterile packets glint under the light. She’s found ink, too. Perfect.
“Good.” My eyes never leave her. “Bring it to me, and I’ll set it up for you.”
I ensure the gun works first, plugging the power supply into the mains. And then I load the cartridge into the gun before filling it with enough ink.
Lila watches anxiously.
“It’s working perfectly,” I say, a smile tugging at the corner of my mouth. “Now, we’re ready to get started.” I pass the gun to her.
“But Ash,” she protests, her fingers trembling. “I can’t tattoo you. This isn’t a joke. It’s permanent.”
“Good,” I reply. “Because you’re a permanent part of my life. You’re mine, and you’re never going to escape.” I pause, allowing my words to sink in and echo in the room’s far reaches. My gaze remains locked with hers, conveying a deep sincerity that words alone could never achieve.
“So, have some fun with this,” I suggest, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of my mouth. “Drive me insane with pleasure while you mark me as yours. Etch your name on me.” The anticipation of the needle’s sting, coupled with her touch, already sends a jolt of arousal through me, making my cock leak precum. I’m so fucking hard. “Make my dick leak with pleasure while you tattoo your name on me,” I tell her.
Her eyes flicker with determination as she nods, gripping the machine tighter. “Alright,” she concedes, her voice laced with trepidation yet palpable resolve. “But you’ll need to walk me through it. I’ve never done this before.” Her fingers trace the gun while she acquaints herself with the unfamiliar tool.
“Okay,” I say, my voice steady in the quiet room. “Plug the RCA cord back in and it’ll power on. Try it.”
She returns the RCA cord, and the tattoo machine hums to life. She carefully positions herself, the tattoo needle poised above my chest.
“Write your name,” I instruct. My heart beats wildly under the spot she’s about to mark. “Don’t press too hard. Just let the needle do the work. Control it, guide it, but don’t push it.” I emphasize the last part, knowing how easy it would be for a novice to apply too much pressure. Her eyes meet mine, a silent promise of trust exchanged between us.
As she brings the needle down, a sharp prickle of pain radiates from the point of contact. It’s a potent blend of pain and pleasure that makes me groan, the sensation coursing through me, making my cock ache.
I feel the needle dance over my skin, each prick sending waves of anticipation through me. The rhythmic hum of the tattoo machine is the only sound in the room, punctuated by our shared breaths and my occasional groans. Despite the pain, my arousal doesn’t wane, the intimate act of marking me as hers proving to be more erotic than I could have ever imagined.
“That’s it, Lila,” I manage to grind between clenched teeth, “Just like that. You’re marking me as yours. I’m all yours.” My voice is a low growl, barely audible over the mechanical hum of the tattoo machine. Each word, every syllable, is punctuated by a sharp intake of breath as the needle pierces the skin. “No going back now. Your name is permanently etched over my heart.” My eyes lock onto hers. “Does it turn you on? Knowing that everyone who sees this will know I’m claimed. That you’re the one who’s marked me?”
“It does,” She admits. Her eyes are locked on mine, the soft blue depths filled with intensity. “It turns me on, Ash. Marking you in this way.” She swallows hard, her grip on the tattoo gun tightening. The needle pricks my skin again, another wave ofpain washing over me, followed by a surge of pleasure so potent it borders on intoxication.
“I need you to hurry up and finish so you can sit on my cock.”
Her eyes widen at my words, a soft gasp escaping her lips, but she doesn’t stop the rhythm of the needle. “You’re insatiable.”
“I want you to ride me. I want to feel you move on top of me,” I growl, the words coming out in a low rumble. “I want you to take what’s yours.”
Her body trembles at my words. The moan she emits is pure, unadulterated desire.
Finally, she finishes. The hum of the tattoo machine dies away, leaving a silence filled with nothing but our ragged breaths. The adrenaline coursing through my veins is replaced by a searing heat as I watch her put down the gun.
“Good girl,” I murmur, my voice thick with desire. “Now, come here.” I stroke my cock, drawing her eyes to it. “Climb onto me. I want to feel you riding me, taking everything I can offer. I want you to take your pleasure from me. Show me how much you want this, too.”
She looks me over, her gaze lingering on the tattoo that now marks me as hers. And then she climbs onto me, her soft body pressing against mine. “This is insane.”
I grab a fistful of her hair, “Maybe it is,” I agree, my voice hoarse with need. “But I love insane. Now ride my cock.” I tighten my grip on her auburn hair enough to make her gasp and guide her down onto me. The feeling of her enveloping me is pure bliss, and I can’t help but groan.
She moves above me, riding me hard and rough, making a strangled groan escape my throat. “Fuck, starlight,” I hiss, my hands gripping her hips, my fingers leaving imprints on her flesh that will serve as reminders in the morning. “You feel so fucking good around my cock, baby. You’re so tight, so warm.”
The room is filled with the sounds of our bodies slapping together, our breaths coming in harsh pants.
A dark thought crosses my mind. It’s an enticing thought that makes my cock pulse inside her. “I wish I had a knife right now,” I growl, my voice dripping with desire. “A clean, sharp blade. So that I could carve my name onto your body. On your perfect, unblemished skin to mark you as mine, just as you’ve marked me as yours.”
Her moan at my words is delicious. “I’m already yours, Ash,” she breathes out, her voice ragged with pleasure.
I smirk at her surrender. “If I had a knife right now, I would make it much more than words.” It’s the first time she’s admitted it. This girl who I kidnapped off the side of the road. She admits she belongs to me. She can leave everything behind and submit to my new world. A world where it’s me and her.
Our bodies are a shaking mess, caught up in the frenzied pace we’ve set. The smell of sex and ink fills the room, overpowering and intoxicating. I watch her above me, the way she rides me, the way her body moves with mine. She looks beautiful and ethereal, like a pagan goddess.
