Page 15 of Mine for 24 Hella-Hours
“A few more hours at least. I’m paying attention to each detail.” His hand is guiding my wrist toward the bottle. “It’s a water bottle. Drink some.”
“Thanks. But if I drink a lot I’d have to pee a lot. And I prefer a smooth session with no breaks.” A few drops fill my mouth—all I need to keep myself going for the hours ahead of us.
“I would still advise you to sip a few gulps now and then.” He takes the bottle away. “Yet I admire your persuasion skills.”
Three more hours are behind us and my yawns take me hostage. I crane my neck, a few cracking sounds permeate the air as I rotate it. The struggle of sitting still for hours is wearing on me. It becomes insufferable. My ass is numb.
He stops the machine for a minute. “I’m almost done.”
The water he gently pours on my bruised skin eases some of the pain. Next, he puts a paper towel on my thigh and soaks it with water as well before he wipes it over my ink.
I sigh at the feel of his touch.
My heart starts to pick up the pace and my clit pounds for him too.
The nerves and excitement churn in my stomach.
“It looks fucking stunning on you.” Ever so often, his gloved fingers graze my inner thigh to stretch my skin and keep me in place. But I swear he uses the method to calm me down and reassure me that I’m doing well.
His way of touching me again in a respectful manner.
The machine comes back to life, collecting ink and rendering my sensitive flesh with a final touch-up to finish his work. Painful strikes morph into pleasure.
An hour later, Luka softly whispers, “You did so well. Are you alright?”
His praise does something to me. I can’t explain it but I know I will seek it now. “Yes. Can I see?”
“In a minute you will,” his tone remains soft while I hear the snapping of a picture on his phone. “I always take photos of my work. I hope that’s okay?”
“Yeah, sure.” I hear him shuffling things around. Rearranging the equipment back in place and pulling something that sounds like a plastic wrapper.
“Tattoo aftercare is important,” he says while placing something next to him on the table by our side. “Make sure to apply a thin layer of antibiotic ointment a few times a day and at the first couple of days continue to wrap it. I made you a kit with everything you need and you can take it when you leave.” I love the fact he still explains it to me, knowing it’s not my first time.
“Thank you.”
“My pleasure.” The satisfaction in his tone is evident even with my eyes shut. “Before I do that myself I’ll let you see your tattoo first.”
My pulse increases to the nerve-wracking sensation, and the sound of his boots crossing the short distance behind me to lift my blindfold.
“Don’t look at it yet.”
My eyes adjust to the soft lights surrounding us after hours of darkness. He sits back in his seat, gazing into my eyes with insatiable hunger I have never seen in a man before.
“Tell me what you think.”
I slowly dart my eyes from him to my thigh and am struck by a lightning ball of heat traveling throughout my body, tingling everywhere and curling my toes.
“OMG,” I mumble. “This—“ I can’t stop staring at the way he captured this arousing scene, living and breathing on my skin.
A monster in a delicious position with a woman who looks like me. Sitting in front of him with his body between her legs, his long tail is wrapped around her neck as she tosses her head back. Curved horns at the sides of his head and a wicked smirk on the monster’s face. Beautiful face, almost human.
The devilish black-gray wings shield the indirect side of her while the other rests behind him. His hand caressing her cheek and the other holding her waist firmly.
I can feel the sexual tension between them resonating all over my body.
It’s so me.
No words can describe the thoughts crossing my mind. He is wickedly good at what he does.
