Page 76 of Tempt Me

“Is that right?” He lays his palm over my mound and swipes his thumb along my clit.

“Yes-s-s,” I hiss and fight the urge to rotate my hips. I don’t know what he’s drawing, but I don’t want it to look like shit. This is my skin, not an Etch a Sketch pattern.

He licks his lips and strokes a constant rhythm over my clit while leaning over my body to watch his artwork. His breath is hot as it fans over my skin, eliciting a multitude of goosebumps to dance along my body.

“Good girl. Don’t move. Let me take good care of you.” His thumb swipes between my lips, pressing my panties into my soaked slit.

I whimper and steel my muscles to keep steady. With the gun, he continues to draw as if he’s not doing anything else. “Such a hot, sweet pussy. Is this what you fantasized about happening when I did your tattoo?”

“God, yes.” My neck and jaw muscles are tight, and I pray his concentration is better than my own.

“Let me see those perfect tits while I work. I need to gauge which piercing I’d do by studying them.” He lifts the gun a second as I quickly remove my top and bra. “Gorgeous tits. They’re perfect.” He swipes his finger under the edge of my panties and thrusts two fingers deep into my core. “Such a good girl. I love the feel of your pussy sucking my fingers. Getting them all sloppy and wet.”

“It feels so good. Don’t stop.”

His eyes blaze with hunger. “Pinch your nipples.”

“This is crazy hot.” My nostrils flare as I watch him fucking me with his fingers. When I don’t follow his direction, he lays the gun down and stops moving inside of me.

The second I pinch my nipples, my eyes roll back into my head, and his fingers dive deeper. “This is way better than the fantasy.”

“Darlin’, it should be.” He yanks off my panties and spreads my thighs until my legs drop onto either side of the chair. “You’re so beautiful like this. All laid out for me.” He wraps his hands around my thighs, pulls my hips off the chair, and devours me.

I suck down the air that’s tinged with the sweet smell of sex and tug on my nipples, pulling them tight. Loving the feel of their tautness. He curls his fingers and adds a third, and I nearly lose consciousness. It feels so good. My mouth drops open as my legs shake.

“That’s my good girl. You’re so soaking wet and ready to come.” He brushes his thumb over my clit. “Come on my fingers.” He inserts a fourth finger and pinches my clit between his thumb and hand.

“Oh fuck!” I scream as my hips shoot off the chair, jerking uncontrollably as he demands every quake of my orgasm.

“My fucking pussy feels so good squeezing my fingers,” he growls as spasms continue to rack my body. His movements slow, but he continues to slide in and out of my sex.

Seconds turn into minutes, and finally, I lay limp on the chair. “Jesus.” My head flops to the side as it’s too much effortto keep it facing the ceiling. He smacks my pussy, causing me to gasp in shock. “This is mine, and don’t forget it. No one else but me, and possibly your doctor, will see it. And if they do, they’ll know who you belong to. See for yourself.”

I glance down at the tattoo. “Dominic.” His name is signed below his tattoo like a street artist tags graffiti art.

“You’re mine.”

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Dominic

Watching her sated and content is almost as rewarding as getting her to this point. Almost. But now, I must wait due to my own actions. I was the jealous prick that marked her as mine, and now I’ve got to let her heal.

I frown and roll my seat backward. “Do you want your nipples pierced?”

She blinks as if she’s coming out of a haze. “What?”

“Nipples, pierced? Do you want me to do it? We need to be careful with your tattoo anyway.” I gather my supplies and swipe ointment over her red skin.

“How long does it take to heal?” She raises her head off the cushion.

“Six months.” I add a covering over the tattoo to ensure it stays safe from debris and sweat. A stinging tattoo is not the most pleasant experience.

Her mouth drops open. “Six months? We can’t have sex for six months? That’s not possible.” Her eyes narrow into slits as she glares at me. “We had sex a week after you tattooed me. Are you already tired of me?”

“Do I look like I’m tired of you?”

“Well, no, but….”

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