INKED 8: A Tattoo Shop Reverse Harem

The first slap of his hand against my ass is such a shock that I don’t even feel pain. His hand immediately soothes with a tender caress so that my skin is confused. Am I feeling pain or pleasure, violence, or soft touch?

The second slap spreads red-hot over the skin, knocking the breath from my lungs and sending stars spinning into my vision. My whole body tenses until I’m a rigid arch of flesh across Carl’s knee. My legs want to give way, but they can’t.

Carl pauses as though he’s waiting for me to relax again, but when I don’t, his hand moves to touch the small of my back with feather-light touches.

“Good girl,” he says softly, and I don’t understand why his words make me feel so safe, but they do. They really do.

When his fingers leave my skin, I tense again, this time knowing what’s coming, but the next slap doesn’t feel like the first or second. The burn of pain is a low hum this time that spreads out like warm water being poured into a cooling bath. I still tense, but beneath my body’s instinct to brace against the pain, my clit hums.

I don’t know how Carl knows, but he chooses that moment to spread my legs and drag the tip of his finger over the thin fabric covering my pussy. Just that distant tickling touch is enough to almost make me come.

“You’re wet,” he says. “So damn wet. I didn’t tell you to get wet, Kyla.”

My pussy constricts against the brush of his fingers, and he hums his disapproval. “My good girl’s being bad,” he says.

As stupid as it sounds, I want to cry out and tell him I can’t help it. He’s so gorgeous and sexy, and this position he has me in just makes me want to fuck. The pain of his slap against my skin fills me with need. His growling, low voice licks over my skin like the roughest tongue.

Oh God, I want him to slap me again. I want my whole body to be filled with adrenaline so that when he fucks me, my head will explode. Already, my heart is racing in my chest. My mind swims with liquid pleasure. My pussy aches to be filled. Bracing my body again is the only way for me to tell Carl what I need without breaking the moment. Without taking some control away from him. This is his scene, and I’m just a puppet dangling from strings that he controls.

Slap.

The force of the blow makes my knees drop and this time I do cry out. “Any time you want me to stop, you know what you need to do,” he says. As my skin burns, he traces a feather-like touch up my spine, making my body jerk out of control. I don’t want to tell him to stop. I want to beg him to continue.

Slap.

I squint my eyes, bracing to feel the slither of pain.

Slap.

I’m so close to coming that all it would take is a tiny press of direct pressure against my clit. I squeeze my thighs together, contracting them in waves to try to push myself over the edge, but Carl’s hand slaps the back of my thighs, causing me to jump forward. My ass is so high in the air now. He must be able to smell my arousal and know how much he’s torturing me.

“Bad girl,” he growls. “You think I’m going to let you make yourself come? We’re just getting started.”

“Please,” I beg, squirming against him.

“What did you say?”

“Please…Sir.” I don’t even care that I promised myself I wouldn’t beg. I don’t care that I’ve admitted that I’m totally in his thrall. Carl holds me in the palm of his hand.

“Open your legs,” he barks, and I jump to do what he asks with military speed.

Holding my breath, I wait as the cool air licks softly against my burning flesh. Please touch me, I whisper in my mind. Please let me come.

Carl applies the tiniest press just above my clit, and I gasp, wriggling for more.

“Still,” he says. “Still.”

Holding myself rigidly, fighting the urge to move, I brace for what he might give me. An orgasm so intense that I lose the capacity to hold my own weight. An orgasm so strong that I will wake the neighbors. It’s there, bubbling beneath the surface, lingering on the tip of my clit like a dark promise.

Please, my mind begs again.

And then he does it. He runs his finger in a long stripe between my legs, and I’m coming and coming and coming.

“Oh, oh…” I pant as the darkness swallows me, and bright white fireworks explode against the obsidian. For seconds, I’m no longer in this strange room with a man who’s half my boss and half my master. I’m alone and drifting in warmth and contentment.