Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 61100 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61100 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 306(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 204(@300wpm)
She mews like a kitten as Christian and I continue to suck on her nipples, keeping her flying high through a nice, long relaxing orgasm.
She smiles at both of us when she comes back to herself, her heavy-lidded eyes sparkling. “Is that a special service you offer to all of your clients?” she asks.
I give her a look that shuts down her teasing question. Nobody gets this treatment but Rose.
29
ROSE
“You can continue with the tattoo whenever you’re ready,” I tell the men. “I’m much more relaxed now.”
Hutch gives me a look that tells me he plans to be in on the action next time, but for now, he puts on his professional face and gets back to work. It’s still painful, but somehow now, it feels like a tantalizing combination of both pleasure and pain.
When I comment about this, Mace says, “Some people actually get turned on while being inked.”
“They get off on the pain?”
He nods. “I suspect it’s the mixture of pleasure and pain, like you said.”
Curiosity gets the best of me, and I can’t keep from asking, “Have you seen that happen?”
When he says he has, an unreasonable wave of jealousy washes over me. I have no right to feel that way, but there it is, nonetheless. “Have you ever gotten turned on while you were tattooing someone?” I ask.
Christian, who’s still gently stroking my bare breast, just lightly enough to make me feel good without tempting me to squirm, asks, “You mean like right now?”
“Not now, but how about other times?”
“Something in your tone tells me you don’t really want to know,” Mace says.
“I’m just curious.” I’m always so curious about these men. The more I learn about them, the more I want to know.
“I have,” Mace says. “It’s a very rare thing, though. I’m usually too focused on my work.”
“And we’re usually tattooing big, hairy dudes,” Zipper says, speaking for the first time in a while.
“Big hairy dudes aside, have you ever slept with any of your customers?” I probably don’t want to know the answer to this either, but I can’t keep myself from asking.
Hutch glances up at me, arching a brow, as Christian says, “Not since we’ve been in business here. Not until you, but you’re not technically a customer.”
“What do you mean? You’re putting a tattoo on me in your shop. I’d say that makes me a customer.”
“But you’re not paying for it,” Christian says.
“Yes, I am.” I didn’t realize they thought I was expecting a free tattoo.
Hutch pauses his work, giving me another look, much more stern this time. “No, you’re not.” He doesn’t leave any room for argument.
The men rotate through their order again, and when it’s time for a break, I’m treated to another spectacular orgasm. It’s better pain relief than any medicine, and it turns an already special experience into one I’ll never, ever forget.
Whenever my time with these men ends, I know I’ll be returning to this day in my fantasies for years to come.
I purposely avoided looking at the tattoo while the men were working on it, so when they tell me it’s finished, I close my eyes and inhale, preparing for what I know is going to be a big moment.
Letting out my breath, I open my eyes and look down. The skin on my thigh is red and puffy, but that doesn’t distract from the beauty of their creation. The flower design looks cohesive, rather than disjointed, but I can instantly tell who did which section based on what I’ve learned about the men’s styles.
Hutch’s work is traditional, with steady lines and shading. Christian’s is much more loose and flowy, almost like a watercolor effect. Mace specializes in what I’ve learned is called a new school style, and his part of the rose has a fun comic book look. The last segment is Zipper’s, rendered only in black and white, but with so much realistic detail that it looks like the petals of the flower are blooming from my skin.
“I love it. So much. It’s perfect.”
“You lived through it,” Hutch teases, and I can tell how pleased he is by my reaction.
“It was definitely worth it.”
He takes my hand to help me up and leads me over to a mirror that’s on the side wall. The tattoo looks perfect when I look directly down at it, and it also looks great reflected in the mirror. “Your design is so clever and perfect.” All four men are gathered around me, and as I tell them this, a few tears dampen my eyes.
Hutch notices immediately, and his face fills with concern. “Is it really sore?”
I shake my head. “Just a little bit. I’m just so touched by this. It’s so creative, and so beautiful.”
It’s not a lie, but what’s really triggering my tears is the fact that this tattoo will forever be a reminder of these men, and the thought of them no longer being in my life is what’s truly painful.