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Chapter 2 : Ink and Temptation

Author: Tiwas’s Pen
last update publish date: 2026-02-23 21:51:30

The scent of ink hit me before anything else. Sharp, electric, a little dangerous. I shouldn’t have been here. Not in Roxy’s tattoo studio, not sitting in that chair, exposing my skin to someone I barely knew, someone whose laugh made me forget the meticulous control I worked so hard to maintain.

But curiosity and something darker, something forbidden had led me here.

Roxy grinned at me, leaning against her workstation, sleeves rolled up, colors tattooed on her forearms. “Ready for this, Dana?” Her voice was playful, teasing, and I felt a shiver that had nothing to do with nerves.

“I… think so,” I muttered, tugging at the cuffs of my suit jacket, suddenly aware of every inch of my professional facade. Control was my life, my career and my safe, orderly world but here I was, exposing my skin, exposing myself to chaos. To her.

She tilted her head, eyes glinting with mischief. “Relax. You’ll love it. Trust me.”

I wanted to. I wanted to trust her with everything. But the second she guided my arm, her fingers brushing my wrist, a heat sparked through me that had nothing to do with the tattoo itself. Her touch lingered, deliberate and teasing. I swallowed, forcing my voice steady. “You’re… very confident.”

Roxy smiled wider, leaning closer to inspect the design. Her breath tickled my ear. “Confidence comes with experience. And… a little temptation.”

My pulse spiked. Temptation. That word hung heavy in the air, charged and electric. I shouldn’t be thinking about it. I shouldn’t be feeling the heat creeping along my spine, curling into my stomach, making my fingers clench the armrest. But I couldn’t help it. Not with her here, so close, so dangerous.

She dipped the needle into the ink, hands steady, eyes locked on mine. And then she touched me again, just brushing a stray strand of hair from my face, thumb lingering at my jaw. My body betrayed me with a shiver, and I could feel the tension between us tightening, binding us in this tiny, suspended world.

“Dana…” she murmured softly, almost reverent, “you are tense. Let me help.”

I inhaled sharply, my hands gripping the chair. Help. That word made my control slip, even if just a little. Her eyes held mine, daring, teasing, challenging me to surrender. And I wanted to. God, I wanted to.

The needle buzzed to life, and the sensation was sharp, the line of pain mixing with the ache of want I felt for her. Her fingers hovered over mine, guiding, steadying, yet the heat of her touch felt like fire crawling through my veins. I bit my lip, trying not to moan, trying not to give her the satisfaction of knowing how much her presence and her touch affected me.

“You’re so… responsive,” she said, voice low, husky, and I had to close my eyes against the sudden flood of desire.

“Roxy…” I whispered, almost pleading, but the sound was rough, unsteady. She chuckled softly, a low, intimate sound that made my chest ache.

“You like that, don’t you?” she teased, lips brushing my temple as she worked. “Feeling a little… out of control?”

Control. I had always prided myself on it as a lawyer. But with her, I was unraveling, thread by thread. My hands, my mind, even my breath, all betraying me, craving the chaos she embodied. I let myself shiver under her touch, letting her draw me deeper into this electric, forbidden intimacy.

She leaned closer, needle paused for a fraction, and her lips hovered near my ear. “This is just the start,” she murmured, breath warm against my skin. “Once I’m done with this tattoo, you’ll want more… not just ink, but me.”

The heat in my chest flared. Desire, raw and urgent, pooled low in my stomach, and I realized she was right. I wanted more. Not just the tattoo. Not just the brush of her fingers or the hum of her voice. I wanted her. All of her.

My hands found hers, fingers entwining, the small act bold, dangerous, intimate. She smiled against my neck, and I felt that smile in my core, a fire that spread faster than any tattoo needle ever could.

“You’re tempting me,” I breathed, voice shaky.

She laughed softly, lips brushing mine briefly, teasing, before returning to the work of the tattoo. “And you’re giving in,” she said, voice low, playful. “Good. You’ll see… chaos can be beautiful.”

She stood up from her chair and went to the door to close it, flipping the open sign to close before coming back to me. In that moment, I knew there was no going back. I was going to get fucked by a woman.

Her hand went under my skirt and began running up and down my inner thighs. I was slightly shocked but did not protest. I open my legs wider and she reached my underwear and starts rubbing my clit gently and a gasp escapes my lips. “Is this, okay? I don’t want to make you uncomfortable”

“ Oh, it’s okay, I’m just not used to it… it feels so good” I say trying to swallow a moan

Looking relieved, she continued rubbing my clit through my underwear but applies more pressure this time and my clit is. so hard with arousal and I can feel my pant getting soaked with my juices. I open my legs wider and Roxy pushes my panties to the side and starts rubbing my pussy directly. The touch of another person, especially a woman makes me feel really hot as I begin to breathe heavily and more juice flow from my pussy.

She pulled her hand away and made me my lie down on the extended chair. “ Spread your legs for me so I can taste your beautiful pussy” I lifted my hips up as she took my panties off, giving her full access to my pussy. She bent down and started licking my pussy from my clit to my entrance. She later concentrated on my clit as she inserted her middle finger into my hole and started pumping quickly while flicking my clit. “ Ohh yes… please more…” I plead

She pumped her finger in and out until she pulled out her middle finger out then inserted both her ring and middle finger into my hole and stroked a really sensitive area and I let out a gasp of pleasure. “ You like that spot, don’t you? She asks as she continues to finger me and rub that area at intervals. She feels my sudden clench on her fingers and starts hitting that spot again hard and fast.

“cumming?”

“Yes… I’m gonna cum… I’m gonna cum” I begin to thrust my hips to match her fingers as I fell my body quiver as I orgasm.

She pulls out her fingers and watched as I try to catch my breath.

She stood up and went to one of her cupboards and returned holding a vibrator and a dildo. She started to kiss me before she turned the vibrator on and placed it on my clit.

“Take off your pants please… let me feel you too” I whispered. She handed the vibrator for me to hold in place as she took off her trousers and her panties. Immediately, I moved my fingers to her pussy and glided through her wet cunt. I rubbed her clit before I inserted two of my fingers into her wet hole.

The vibrator was rubbing against my clit while she moved closer and plunged two of her fingers into me again and I almost went crazy with pleasure at the sensation of getting pumped while my clit was being vibrated and fingers inside her pussy. She moved her hips as she rode against my finger that were pumping her pussy.

As she continued to pump my pussy hard, I felt my pussy clench again over her fingers as I had my second orgasm. Immediately, I took off the vibrator from my clit and placed it her as I pumped my fingers faster into her pussy and after some minutes, she lost her balance and fell on me as an orgasm took over her body.

She remained on my body for a while before she started to take off my top and bra and took hers off too. “Do you want to try licking pussy?” she asked.

At that point I was already high on my desire and willing to do anything that would heighten the experience.

“Yes… but I have never done it before” I answered

“that’s fine baby… let’s lick each other off at the same time. You just need to follow my movements on your pussy”

I laid down flat on a table and she laid down on top me, placing her pussy at my head while mine was at hers. I stuck out my tongue and licked her pussy as she groaned in pleasure. She lapped hungrily at my pussy, licking the juice from every crevice. I moved my mouth to envelop her clit and rubbed my tongue back and forth over her clit just like she was doing to mine. I was in overdrive and I pushed my pussy into her face begging for more. She inserted her finger again into my pussy and started pumping fast while she stretched back her second hand and started to tease my nipples too. I followed her movement too and started pumping her but I could not access her nipples because she was on top of me.

We continued to lick and fuck each other while moaning on each other’s pussy, making the vibrations from the sound to increase the pleasure. After some minutes of rubbing, licking and flicking, I felt the third wave of orgasm hit me as I sucked firmly on her clit as my body started to quiver in my orgasm. The hard sucking of her clit set’s her off and she came immediately after me and we remained there sucking the juice that was released from each other’s orgasm.

She came down from my body and took my lips into a hungry kiss. “You taste amazing baby” she whispered between kisses.

“You too” I said trying not to be shy.

“I need to make you cum one more time” she said and my eyes widened. The highest number of orgasms I have ever gotten during sex with my boyfriends in the past is two. Sometimes I did not even have an orgasm during sex with them but just today, I have already had three orgasms and she still wants me to have more.

“ don’t look at me like that. Ideally, I should fuck your brains out today but I’m taking it slow with you today”. She said as she took a cover cloth and laid it on the floor and directed me to come down.

I sat before her and she opened her legs and positioned herself in a way that our clits are touching. She grabbed my knee and started rubbing her clit back and forth on mine. I became lost in the discovery of the new way of pleasure. Our pussies were slurping and slapping against one another as we rubbed ourselves frantically as our orgasms built. Our bodies spasm as our orgasm pushed our juices onto our already dripping pussies as we grinded our clits together, clutching tightly as the wave of orgasm passed.

I collapsed tiredly beside her as she laughed at my reaction. “I was thinking of fucking you once with the dildo I brought but I don’t think you can handle more” she said.

“ I’m done for today” I said as I pushed her away, making her laugh

“I will release you for today, but the next time I get a hold of you, I will fuck you thoroughly that you would not be able to move for hours.”

I swallowed loudly because I knew she was capable of doing things to my body that makes it void of energy.

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