I had booked the appointment on a whim, wanting to mark the end of my breakup with something permanent. But as I saw him, the artist with inked arms and fiery eyes, I knew I was in trouble.
“Hey, I’m Ethan,” I said, extending my hand. He took it, his grip firm and confident.
“Elijah,” he replied, his voice deep and smooth. “So, what are we doing today?”
I showed him the design I had chosen, a simple yet meaningful symbol. He nodded, his eyes scanning the image before meeting mine again. “This will look great,” he said. “You ready?”
I nodded, feeling a flutter of nerves. “Let’s do it.”
Elijah led me to the chair, his touch gentle as he positioned me. He began to prep the area, his fingers tracing the lines of the design. Every touch sent a jolt through me, my body responding to his presence.
“You okay?” he asked, his voice low. I nodded, swallowing hard. “Yeah, I’m good.”
He began to work, the buzz of the needle filling the room. Every stroke sent a wave of pleasure through me, my body aching for more. I could feel the tension building, the anticipation growing with every breath.
As he worked, his fingers would occasionally brush against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. I could feel my cock hardening, straining against the fabric of my jeans.
“You’re doing great,” Elijah said, his voice low and soothing. “Just a little more.”
I nodded, my breath catching as he continued to work. His fingers brushed against my skin again, this time lingering for a stepmoment. I let out a soft moan, my body betraying my desire.
Elijah looked up, his eyes meeting mine. He smiled, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “You like that?” he asked, his voice low and husky.
I nodded, unable to speak. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. “Good,” he whispered. “Because I’m not done with you yet.”
He finished the tattoo, his touch gentle as he cleaned the area. He stood up, his eyes never leaving mine. “Come with me,” he said, his voice low and commanding.
I followed him to a back room, my heart pounding in my chest. He closed the door behind us, the room filled with the scent of leather and sweat.
“Take off your clothes,” he said, his voice firm. I hesitated for a stepmoment before obeying, my body trembling with anticipation.
He watched as I undressed, his eyes never leaving my body. When I was finally naked, he stepped closer, his hands tracing the lines of my body.
“You’re beautiful,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I want to see more of you.”
He pulled out a leather bondage hood, his eyes meeting mine. “Do you trust me?” he asked. I nodded, my body aching for more.
He slipped the hood over my head, the leather tight against my skin. He fastened it securely, my senses heightened by the lack of sight.
I could feel his hands on my body, exploring every inch of me. He touched me in ways I had never been touched before, his fingers teasing and taunting.
“You’re mine now,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”
I moaned in response, my body aching for more. He pushed me against the wall, his hands rough and demanding. He pulled down my underwear, his fingers finding my wet pussy.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his fingers plunging deep inside me. “You’re so fucking wet.”
He continued to fuck me with his fingers, his other hand reaching for my cock. He stroked it in time with his fingers, his touch sending waves of pleasure through me.
I could feel myself getting closer, my body aching for release. He pulled his fingers out, his hand wrapping around my cock.
“I want to hear you scream,” he said, his voice low and commanding.
He began to stroke my cock, his touch rough and demanding. I could feel myself getting closer, my body aching for release.
“Fuck,” I groaned, my body trembling with pleasure. “I’m gonna come.”
He stroked me harder, his touch rough and demanding. I let out a loud moan, my body shaking with pleasure as I came.
He pulled off the hood, his eyes meeting mine. “You’re mine now,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”
I nodded, my body aching for more. He pushed me down onto the bed, his hands rough and demanding. He pulled off his clothes, his cock hard and ready.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “And you’re going to take every inch.”
He plunged into me, his cock filling me up. I let out a loud moan, my body shaking with pleasure. He fucked me hard and fast
