Page 55 of Silver Fox Daddies

Diesel returns with stencils and bandages, and an assortment of other things. “The tattoo will go on your ass. Darling, if you wouldn’t mind removing your dress for us.”

My heart misses a beat.

I wrestle up the fabric. Their moans are like music to my ears.

“You have such a beautiful ass.” Cash grabs my ass cheeks, slapping each one with force. Pain jolts through me, but it’s the kind of pain I crave to feel again. It turns into excitement, making me even more wet.

“Maybe you should remove my panties,” I suggest.

“Not yet, love,” says Bishop. “You don’t want to go distracting the master whilst he’s at work.”

“The panty line will be in the way.” I reach around to my ass, the area sensitive from where Cash spanked me.

“She’s right.” Diesel’s voice is rigid, like he’s trying to contain herself. “We need them off. Gentleman—” He fits black gloves onto his hands. “If you’d like to do the honors.”

I’m flipped onto my stomach as both of them fight to take off my panties.

Cash does the honors.

There’s the smacking of latex gloves.

The grumbling of machinery.

“Stay still for me, darling, this might hurt a little.”

The needle penetrates the surface of my skin. This pain isn’t so nice. I reach for Cash’s hand and squeeze hard.

“Focus on your breathing,” says Bishop. He demonstrates, taking slow, drawn out breaths. “In for seven, pause for two, out for seven. Follow me.”

I breathe with him.

“Inhale through the nose. Exhale through the mouth.”

It helps. I still feel the pain against my skin, but it becomes duller.

Pressing my head down onto the exam table, I start to feel something else. Guilt.

And it stings.

They don’t know that my father is the leader of Reaper Sons.

And they can’t know that.

If the truth ever came out, they’d never want to see me again, and I don’t want that. The guilt cuts through me like a knife the more I think about it, but keeping this information from them is the only way I’ll be able to keep exploring whatever this is between us.

“Feeling okay, Melissa?”

“Yeah.” I nod, trying my best to push past the guilt.

If anything ever comes out, I can just pretend that I didn’t know about Daddy. I don’t know how much they’ll believe that, but for nineteen years of my life, that has been the truth.

As soon as they lay their hands on me, my worries fade away.

I sigh into their touch. Moan. It’s only now occurring to me that I don’t even know what design Diesel has chosen. He could be sketching a dick on my ass.

I wouldn’t care.

I just want his imprint on my skin. I want them to make their mark.

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