Page 27 of Born into Madness
There’s no way in hell he’s still thinking about me like I’m thinking about him.
Chapter 5
Sasha
“Are you sure about this?”
I look over at Benny, the man who’s been tattooing me since I turned eighteen, and nod. “I’m sure,” I tell him.
He looks less than thrilled, but I also know the man loves a challenge, and this one is going to add to his skillset for sure. Benny and his wife, Molly, have also done all of Mia’s piercings. My family gives them a lot of business, and they’ve always been nothing but discreet and professional with us.
That doesn’t mean Benny’s thrilled about the dick tattoo I just asked him for. It just means he appreciates the business, even if it is on a spot he’s not crazy about getting up close and personal with.
I can’t say I blame the man, but it needs to be done. Ever since the night I saved Cyn, I can’t get her out of my fucking head. For the first time in my life I’m having sex dreams, waking up hard, and jerking off in the shower to images of her. I barely know her, and yet she already owns my cock. I don’t know how to explain it, but I know it will never respond to anyone else like it does for her, so it only seems right to get her name permanently inked on it.
Benny scratches at his beard, and when I start to undo my pants, he squares his beefy shoulders, committing himself fully to what’s about to happen, and starts to get everything ready. I’ve never been shy about my body, so I don’t think much of it when I strip out of my jeans and boxer briefs before sitting in the chair. We’re in one of the private rooms, so there’s no chance of anyone walking in. I get comfortable while Benny wishes he were anywhere but here.
While he prepares the equipment, I close my eyes and think about my little Cyn. I’m obsessed with her already, and I spend more time watching her on the hidden camera I slipped into her room than I should, and that’s not even counting the almost nightly visits. She’s so peaceful when she sleeps, and more often than not, I end up watching her for hours.
My eyes pop open when I hear Benny mutter, “Jesus Christ, man.”
I’d been so focused on images of Cyn’s sweet face and that goddamn red hair that I’ll never be able to get enough of, so it takes me a second to realize I’m now rock-fucking-hard while he stares down at me with an appalled look on his face.
“It’s not for you,” I say, and then laugh because he’s the second man I’ve had to say that to. The situation is nothing alike, but still, it’s an odd thing to have to repeat.
“I can’t tattoo you like that, Sasha. You gotta make it go down.”
As if his wife can sense something is going on, she hollers, “Benny, you need some help, honey?”
Benny quickly shouts, “No, babe, we’re good!” He lowers his voice and waves a hand in the general direction of my dick. “You’re gonna make me look bad. My wife doesn’t need to know they make ‘em this big.”
“Sorry, man,” I say with a laugh. “Give me a sec, and I’ll get control of it.”
“Okay, while you work on that, I can at least get you disinfected, and then I’ll get the stencil on so you can make sure it’s what you want.”
I nod and lean back, letting him get to work. I’m not into Benny, so when he starts manhandling me with disinfectant, I start to lose my erection. I hear his whispered, “Thank fuck,” and grin. This is the same man who pierced Mia’s clitoral hood, and I’m guessing he’s wishing he knew a little bit less about the Melnikov family.
When the stencil is on, he sits back and studies the design placement. Cyn is written along my shaft. It’s only three letters, but the impact of it is huge. It’s a claiming mark, a permanent visual reminder that my body belongs to her and only her. I wonder what she’d think if she knew I was tattooing her name onto my dick at this very moment.
“Happy with it?” Benny asks.
“It’s perfect.”
Benny nods and grabs the tattoo gun. Before he starts it, he warns me, “This is really going to hurt, Sasha. I know you can handle pain, but this is going to test even you.”
I like inflicting pain, but I don’t get off on receiving it. When I nod, he starts the machine, and the loud buzzing is enough to kill any lingering stiffness in my dick. This is going to hurt like a son of a bitch. I take a breath, forcing myself to be as calm as possible, and when I give him another nod, he uses one hand to stretch the skin of my dick while he brings the needle down.
It’s impossible to not tense when I get my first taste of how excruciating this is going to be. Benny is skilled, and he keeps a steady hand while he slowly works his way through the C.
“Let me know when you need a break,” he tells me, never taking his eyes off what he’s doing. “It should only be about twenty minutes.”
Those twenty minutes turn out to be the longest of my life. It ends up taking longer because he stops to give me small breaks in between the letters, and he has to constantly stop to wipe away the blood that my dick is now coated in. In any other situation, I’d enjoy the sight, but the pain is too severe for me to appreciate it right now. Plus, it’s Benny’s large, hairy hand that’s holding me and not Cyn’s small, delicate one.
By the time he’s done, I’m more than ready to get that goddamn needle as far away from my tender skin as possible. As much as it hurt, though, there’s no denying how much I love it. When I look down and see her name marking my bloody skin, fucking hell, if I’m not careful I’m going to end up hard again.
Benny slathers ointment on it and covers it with plastic wrap. He seems relieved to scoot his chair back and remove the gloves he’s wearing. He tosses them in the trash and says, “You know the drill about keeping it clean, but with a dick tat, you can’t have sex for about four weeks.”
I don’t bother telling him I’ve never had sex. Instead, I nod and ask, “What else?”
