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21. Speculations

I was now home in my room and the image of the bastard’s arm wouldn’t leave my mind. His tattoos looked so familiar, they looked too familiar. I was now leaving foot prints in my carpet as I paced, the image of his tattoos kept plaguing me. They did look sexy on him and the urge to trace them with my tongue arose in me. Banishing the thought from my head I continued pacing, there wasn’t time to think about how sexy it was on him or how I wanted to run my tongue along him. I needed to figure out why they seemed so familiar, I hadn’t even known that he had tattoos.

I had been around men with tattoos, but his was detailed and I had only glimpsed something near to it. It was on the sex slave, I knew the sex slave had a sleeve, but I was in and out of it I wasn’t paying that much attention to it. I did kiss along his arm at some point but my memory was hazy. Damnit I wasn’t even sure why I was trying to piece things together. Why would the bastard even be the sex slave in the first place?
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