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“Vice,” I whisper.
“Do it now,bambola, or I’ll do it for you, and I’m too wound up to be gentle.”
I swallow and reach under my dress for my underwear, managing to get them down and over my gun without too much difficulty. I hand them to him and watch as he winds them around his wrist before pressing his nose to them. Biting my lip, I stand there, unsure what to do, until he looks up at me.
“Undo my pants and take my cock out.”
Fuckity, fuck, fuck. Fuck!
I look behind me at Conner again and see he’s still not paying attention to us before turning back to Vice. If I deny him, he’ll take matters into his own hands. Though he always gets me off, sometimes he likes to push my boundaries to the breaking point.
I step closer and do as he asks, figuring it won’t take me long to blow him if that’s what he wants. I pull out his cock and stroke it gently before he grips my wrist.
“I want you to turn around and face forward, then straddle me.”
“Vice, we’re gonna get caught.”
“I don’t give a single fuck.”
I close my eyes and groan. I turn around, and he offers me his hand so I can straddle his lap. His hard cock lies under me fora second before his arm is around my waist, lifting me. He uses his other hand to position his cock at my entrance, then eases me down onto him until my ass is flush with his thighs. I’m panting by the time I’m seated.
He adjusts my dress so that it covers us both before whistling to Conner. “Tell Ryland he can come back in and do Nova’s tattoo now.”
I go rigid as his hand slips under my dress to play with my clit. “Vice, come on. I won’t get the tattoo if you don’t want me to. I thought?—”
I cry out as he bites my neck, pinching my clit, ripping a gasp from me.
“I would tattoo my name over every inch of your body if I thought I could get away with it.”
“Then why are you punishing me?”
“This isn’t punishment,bambola. This is me showing you that you fucking own me.”
He pulls his fingers away as the door opens, and Ryland walks in with Conner behind him. They both look at me with knowing eyes, my face burning with embarrassment. But there is something else there, too—a flame of awareness igniting inside me that I’m almost too afraid to acknowledge. But it’s there anyway, building in intensity at the idea of them watching me with Vice.
I don’t want them to touch me. I don’t want anyone but my husband, but I can’t deny that Vice’s urge to show me off is having an effect on me.
“Alright, let me mock something up, and we can see if you like it.” Ryland coughs before turning away.
I remember then that Ryland’s gay, so he won’t be getting anything from the knowledge that Vice’s dick is inside me.Though he might like my husband’s dick as much as I do. Conner, though, isn’t doing anything to hide the hard-on in his pants.
Vice stays still, except for his hands, which he uses to stroke my stomach. He seems almost unaffected, while I can do nothing but squirm with the need for him to just pound into me already.
“Okay, how’s this?” Ryland walks back over to us with the transfer.
I look at it and nod. Honestly, I’m at the point where I’d nod even if I hated it. I’m about to lose my mind. I just want to get off this ride before I make a fool of myself.
“Alright, let me just apply it, and we can get a look at it on your skin.”
I hold my breath as he leans in, scared to move or breathe, before he pulls back and reaches for a mirror. I let out a shaky breath as he holds it up for me so I can see.
It’s small and dainty, but its message is strong.I’m his.
I look at the hand on my thigh and see my name on his fingers again.And he’s mine.
“It’s perfect.”
“Alright. Give me a moment, and we can get this inked. It shouldn’t take too long. I’m sure Vice can distract you if it becomes too much.”
