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word slut . In a nice bold but feminine script. Very clear, simple. Less than an inch tall.” He paused, letting it all sink in.
What the hell?? He can’t be serious!
“Really not that big of a deal, Janna. And if you don’t like it, you can always just grow the hair back out over it, I suppose, to try to hide it. But I think you’ll find you love it, you’ll love just knowing it’s there. And it does describe things nicely, doesn’t it?” His tone was even and calm, like he was explaining a concept for one of the public murals he’d donated to the city, rather than talking about tattooing a woman’s pussy.
His hand left her mound. “Nod yes for me, Janna.”
She nodded.
Fuck! This is just insane. But damn, I’m so wet right now I don’t care. Let him do it. Because I have officially turned some corner, crossed some line. Yeah, I’m now weapons-grade crazy. FUCK.
She felt his hands begin massaging her thighs, rhythmically stroking, slowly up and down both at the same time, moving from the knee all the way up to the creases of her hips, unhurriedly, sensuously. Her pussy clenched in desperate need as he continued massaging her … everywhere but there . She arched her ass upwards, lifted off the table as much as she could, given the confinement of the leather straps, instinctively trying to get him to invade her, give her what she needed.
But he slid both hands slowly away, working down her thighs again, as if giving a G-rated massage to a client at a spa. The more he avoided her crotch the more aware she became of the burning centered there, of how badly she needed to come. He was cruel, calculating … in total command of her body, and now, her mind.
His low voice again interrupted the confusion of thoughts he’d created in her. “And it’s not like just anyone will be able to see this tattoo, either – I mean, unless you’re out there being a little whore.” His hands paused up near her pussy but didn’t touch. She felt them begin their slow slide back down the taut smoothness of her straining thighs.
“Sure, it’ll always be visible to anyone you’re fucking, anyone you let into this wet pussy of yours will see it and know what you are. So appropriate, isn’t it, Janna?” He waited.
“Answer me. You can still nod yes or no. Are you a whore?”
She writhed under his warm hands on her thighs, feeling slivers of saliva begin to slip past the corners of her mouth from behind the gag, down her chin.
“Are you?” he demanded.
She nodded.
“Shall I tattoo this hot little pussy, Janna?”
She nodded.
“ Good girl.” She felt his lips pressing to her mound – gloriously soft, moist, surprisingly tender, given his proclivities – kissing all over her outer labia. She melted, writhed, moaned behind her gag, wanting his tongue on her aching clit.
His tongue flicked softly at her clit, then sucking gently, pulling the swollen flesh into his mouth, then releasing, then kissing, then flicking again … the variations sent waves of pure blissful sensation washing over her, made her bod y surge to the edge of release.
Oh fuck YES, I might have known ... he definitely knows what he’s doing down there … a fucking master. Jesus! I’m going to come if he keeps this up.
She was usually … disappointed in men, when it came to giving her oral. They were usually going at it way too hard. How many times had she just lay there, near-wincing with each new assault on her sensitive clit? She likened the experience to someone trying to open a door with a battering ram when really it just required a simple turn of a key that was already in the lock. Mark knew how to use the key.
Damn! He’s going to make me come in about a minute here. Oh fuck YES.
She moaned behind her gag and raised her hips off the table in desperate abandon, urgently in need of release. She knew she would come in a few more seconds. Her nipples hardened again as he reached up and flicked at one, then the other, with the
What the hell?? He can’t be serious!
“Really not that big of a deal, Janna. And if you don’t like it, you can always just grow the hair back out over it, I suppose, to try to hide it. But I think you’ll find you love it, you’ll love just knowing it’s there. And it does describe things nicely, doesn’t it?” His tone was even and calm, like he was explaining a concept for one of the public murals he’d donated to the city, rather than talking about tattooing a woman’s pussy.
His hand left her mound. “Nod yes for me, Janna.”
She nodded.
Fuck! This is just insane. But damn, I’m so wet right now I don’t care. Let him do it. Because I have officially turned some corner, crossed some line. Yeah, I’m now weapons-grade crazy. FUCK.
She felt his hands begin massaging her thighs, rhythmically stroking, slowly up and down both at the same time, moving from the knee all the way up to the creases of her hips, unhurriedly, sensuously. Her pussy clenched in desperate need as he continued massaging her … everywhere but there . She arched her ass upwards, lifted off the table as much as she could, given the confinement of the leather straps, instinctively trying to get him to invade her, give her what she needed.
But he slid both hands slowly away, working down her thighs again, as if giving a G-rated massage to a client at a spa. The more he avoided her crotch the more aware she became of the burning centered there, of how badly she needed to come. He was cruel, calculating … in total command of her body, and now, her mind.
His low voice again interrupted the confusion of thoughts he’d created in her. “And it’s not like just anyone will be able to see this tattoo, either – I mean, unless you’re out there being a little whore.” His hands paused up near her pussy but didn’t touch. She felt them begin their slow slide back down the taut smoothness of her straining thighs.
“Sure, it’ll always be visible to anyone you’re fucking, anyone you let into this wet pussy of yours will see it and know what you are. So appropriate, isn’t it, Janna?” He waited.
“Answer me. You can still nod yes or no. Are you a whore?”
She writhed under his warm hands on her thighs, feeling slivers of saliva begin to slip past the corners of her mouth from behind the gag, down her chin.
“Are you?” he demanded.
She nodded.
“Shall I tattoo this hot little pussy, Janna?”
She nodded.
“ Good girl.” She felt his lips pressing to her mound – gloriously soft, moist, surprisingly tender, given his proclivities – kissing all over her outer labia. She melted, writhed, moaned behind her gag, wanting his tongue on her aching clit.
His tongue flicked softly at her clit, then sucking gently, pulling the swollen flesh into his mouth, then releasing, then kissing, then flicking again … the variations sent waves of pure blissful sensation washing over her, made her bod y surge to the edge of release.
Oh fuck YES, I might have known ... he definitely knows what he’s doing down there … a fucking master. Jesus! I’m going to come if he keeps this up.
She was usually … disappointed in men, when it came to giving her oral. They were usually going at it way too hard. How many times had she just lay there, near-wincing with each new assault on her sensitive clit? She likened the experience to someone trying to open a door with a battering ram when really it just required a simple turn of a key that was already in the lock. Mark knew how to use the key.
Damn! He’s going to make me come in about a minute here. Oh fuck YES.
She moaned behind her gag and raised her hips off the table in desperate abandon, urgently in need of release. She knew she would come in a few more seconds. Her nipples hardened again as he reached up and flicked at one, then the other, with the
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