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Already the first line made me tear open my eyes. As inconspicuously as possible, I moved my hips, so that the position did not reveal in which way my preference for tattoos expressed itself.
Gia still didn't miss it, though she didn't let on except for a twinkle in her eye. I noticed it anyway, because I had my gaze fixed on hers.
Typically, the control was always with me. That it was now she who held my head in position, never yielding, and followed every move of the machine on my skin, brought yet another different stimulus.
I was in a vulnerable position. Anyone who entered this room had an advantage over me. By the time I had jumped up and fought my body's reactions, the most important seconds would have passed.
It was even more interesting to see how Gia divided her attention. Between me, the tattoo and the passage to our right, through which one could look into the front part of the studio.
Her thumb stroked my cheek. At about the same time, the burning sensation on my neck began because the needle kept going over the same spots, further irritating the sensitive areas.
That was no remedy for my massive boner. On the contrary. It awakened the need to add an extra touch to the whole thing, and that included Gia. In sexual terms.
If I couldn't have her during the tattooing process, I wouldn't waste a second afterward to change that.
With an appropriate look, my gaze once again returned to her. Depending on how many liberties she had taken with the tattoo, I would also once again make it undeniably clear to her which position she held
"If you want us to take a break, let me know, D," Pazzo said, but didn't let go of my neck for a second.
A grin crept onto my lips. I wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible so I could move on to the part that was even more fun than the tattooing itself.
"No need. Go ahead. I'll pay you extra for it later," I said, as Pazzo was dipping the needle into the paint pot.
In the meantime, I had tightened one of my legs to bend my hips a little. Otherwise, my cock would have pressed against the fabric of the jeans in demand and I wanted to spare at least Pazzo from that knowledge.
I'd been coming here for years to get tattooed, and so far I'd always hid my penchant for pain. That didn't have to change today, just because Gia was pushing her privileges to the limit.
"I wonder why your body isn’t completely covered in tattoos yet," she said at one point. Her hands were still around my head, continuing to hold it in place. I didn't dare move even an inch. Not even when the needle penetrated sensitive areas that made me want to jump off the table and onto the ceiling.
I endured it without letting myself feel even the slightest sign of pain. The only visible body reaction was and remained my cock, which still pressed hard and with a demanding pulsation against the zipper of my pants.
"Until now, I wasn't sure if it was a good fit for me," I replied.
Gia's eyebrow went up. "I can show you later what effect all these tattoos have on me," she murmured.
It sounded far too familiar for Pazzo's ears. So I gave him a warning look not to say anything about it and just forget that he had heard it at all.
After all, I paid him extra for his discretion– so he could extend it to Gia and her unseemly loose mouth.
I certainly liked the idea of laying her across the bench later and giving her a few blows on the ass before fucking her hard and fast. Would I consider that there were other clients in the next room? Absolutely not. If it was up to me, they could hear how much fun we had together.
As long as no one had the idea of watching us– and Gia in particular– or imagined interrupting us, everything was fine.
For a few minutes I got lost in the imagination, but then I pulled myself together and focused on something else instead. Her dark eyes, for example, in which one could lose oneself so easy.
When I talked to her, the expression in her eyes often told me more than what she was saying. She communicated not only with words but also with looks and the way she screwed up her face or wrinkled her nose.
All of this was easy to recognize or understand, and yet I believed she was not even that aware of it. It just happened without her being able to influence it.
For three hours they trapped me in the hell that comprised Gia holding my head and the needle decorating my skin with another black image. Also, the fact that my cock was hard as granite the whole time played a crucial role in my particular favorite torture.
When Pazzo spread water and soap on my neck and wiped away the excess ink, it was almost like my personal redemption. I was not yet free, because he took his time to put the plastic foil on me as well and to tape it off properly.
I didn't tell him I would rip it off in the car right away because I thought little walking around withaplastic skin for a few days. The tattoo would heal on its own. It had to, because I had never given it any consideration and wouldn't start in the future.
At some point, Pazzo tapped me on the shoulder in an encouraging manner. "We're all done then," he announced and nodded. So his work satisfied him.
Gia also seemed proud of her selection.
