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I arrived at the studio just past 10 p.m., the city outside the big front windows already blurred with rain and neon. My skirt was short, no panties, no bra—just a thin black top that clung to my nipples the second the cool air hit me. I’d been wet since I left the house. Every red light on the drive had me pressing my thighs together, trying to ease the ache. It didn’t help. Nothing helped anymore except the thought of Ryder’s hands, his mouth, the way he looked at the tattoo he’d put on me like it was his signature on my skin.The door was unlocked. I pushed it open. The bell didn’t ring—someone had silenced it. The main room was dark, but light spilled from the private studio at the back. Low voices. Two of them.My stomach flipped. Not fear. Anticipation.I walked in.Ryder was already there, leaning against the tattoo table in nothing but low-slung black jeans, chest bare, ink gleaming under the lamp. Another man stood near the mirror—younger, leaner, dark hair falling into his e
Thick. Heavy. Veined like ropes under the skin. The shaft curved upward slightly, skin stretched tight, head broad and flushed dark red. Precum beaded at the slit—thick, clear—dripping slowly down the underside. His balls hung full and tight below—smooth, heavy, drawn up with need. It bobbed once when he fisted it—slow stroke from base to tip, spreading the precum until the whole length gleamed.He stepped closer. Rubbed the fat head along my slit—up and down, coating himself in my wetness. The heat of him was unreal. The ridge dragged over my clit with every pass. I whimpered. Hips rocked. Begging without words.“This marked pussy’s been starving,” he said again, voice wrecked. “Husband never worshipped what I inked on you. Never stretched you like this.”He pushed in.One long, slow thrust—head popping past my entrance, shaft stretching me wide, filling me inch by inch until his hips met mine and he bottomed out. The curve pressed right against my G-spot. My walls fluttered around h
I showed up twenty minutes early, the studio door already unlocked like he’d known I wouldn’t be able to wait. My hands shook as I pushed it open. The bell didn’t even chime—just a soft click that felt louder than it should. The place was quiet, dim, only the low amber light spilling from the private room at the back. Ink and cedar and him. That smell hit me like a drug.No small talk. I didn’t say hello. Didn’t ask if he was ready.I walked straight through, kicked the door shut behind me, and locked it.My fingers went to the hem of my sweater. Pulled it over my head. Bra unhooked, fell to the floor. Skirt unzipped, slid down my thighs. No panties. Just skin. Bare. The fresh ink on my mound—*Unleashed*—was healed now, black lines sharp and permanent against the soft skin just above my slit. Looking at it made my pussy clench. Made me feel owned already.I climbed onto the table without being told. Lay back. Spread my legs wide—knees bent, feet planted on the edges, thighs falling op
“Gonna check sensitivity,” he said, like it was clinical. Like he wasn’t staring at my pussy like he wanted to devour it.He dragged one gloved finger along my slit—slow, collecting the slick that had gathered there. Then circled my clit—barely touching at first. Teasing. My hips jerked. A fresh gush of wetness coated his finger.“Fuck,” he breathed. Almost to himself.He pushed one finger inside—slow, deep. My walls clenched immediately. Hot. Greedy. He added a second. Twisted. Curled them until the pads dragged over that spot that made my toes curl. His thumb found my clit again—slow circles, then faster flicks. The machine buzzed back to life in his other hand. He brought it down—shading while he finger-fucked me. The vibration traveled through the table, through my body, straight to my core.I moaned louder. Couldn’t stop it. The sting of the needle, the stretch of his fingers, the relentless buzz—it all tangled together until I couldn’t tell where pain ended and pleasure began. M
I walked into Ryder’s studio at 8:01 p.m. on the dot, the bell above the door barely making a sound before he appeared from the back room like he’d been waiting for me to breathe the same air. The place was darker than last time—only the adjustable lamp over the table was on, casting a warm circle of light that made everything outside it feel secret. The smell hit me first: fresh ink, antiseptic, and something warmer underneath, like cedar and skin. My heart was already pounding so hard I felt it between my legs.No panties. Just the short black skirt he’d told me to wear, loose enough to ride up when I moved. I’d been wet since I left the house—every step in the car had rubbed my thighs together, kept my clit swollen and sensitive. I locked the front door behind me without asking. He didn’t say anything about it. He just looked at me—gray eyes dark, jaw tight—and nodded toward the table.“Up,” he said. Voice low. Rough. The kind of rough that made my nipples pull tight against my bra
Alcohol wipe first. Cold. She shivered. Then the stencil. I pressed it to her skin, just above her mound. The paper clung to the slight dampness already gathering there. I peeled it away slowly. The word "unleashed stared back at us in elegant black script—curved, feminine, right where her pubic hair would start if she didn’t shave.“Perfect,” I murmured.She bit her lip. Hard.I picked up the machine. The buzz filled the room—low, steady, like a heartbeat. I dipped the needle in black. Leaned in.First line.She gasped. Back arched off the table an inch. Thighs tensed. I felt the tremor run through her.“Easy,” I said. “Breathe through it.”Another pass. The needle bit. Ink bloomed under her skin. Her nipples tightened further. A soft, involuntary sound slipped from her throat—not quite a moan. Not yet.I worked slowly. Methodically. Every drag of the needle made her squirm. Her breathing turned shallow. Fast. Between her legs, her pussy lips had swollen, glistening visibly now. A th
Henry’s POV I couldn’t move. My face was buried in the damp curve of Lexi’s neck, her pulse hammering against my lips. My cock was still inside her, softening slowly, but every tiny shift of her hips made me twitch like I hadn’t just come harder than I ever had in my life. Gabriel pulled out of
1LEXI'S POVMy thighs clenched together and I had to shut my eyes to will the thoughts away.Get those thoughts out of your head, Lexi.But it was hardㅡ The thoughts of me on my knees, Henry's dick pounding into me from behind while Gabriel fucked my mouth until I was a trembling mess.My panties
GABRIEL'S POVThe look on her face was dazed, darting from Henry who was groaning as she fisted him before she stared at me, eyes gleaming with want.Fuck. She was gorgeousㅡ I had known that for so many years. And while I was more interested in shoving my dick into her boyfriend, I also knew I coul
GABRIEL'S POVThe sounds she was making around my cock were incredible ㅡ all muffled moans and gagging noises as Henry started to fuck her properly below. I could feel her throat constricting around me each time he bottomed out in her pussy.“Fuck, Lexi. Look at you…” my fingers threaded into her h







