All Chapters of Divorced and Falling for the Tattoo Master: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

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Taste like trouble

~ GAVIN ~Sienna didn’t run, which was an ill-informed decision because she didn’t know how hard my cock was in my pants. And the extent to which I wanted to wreck her body tonight. She just looked up at me, lashes fluttering as if she was wondering whether or not this was really happening.One… Two… Time up.My mouth crashed onto hers like a supernova; heat exploding between them immediately. My tongue forced past her supple lips, demanding access like it was my birthright. She didn’t give it to me at first. Maybe she was too stunned or still being stubborn. But then a soft whimper escaped her, and her lips parted. I kissed her like the world was ending in a few seconds; desperate and urgent, our mouths tangling quickly until I couldn’t tell where mine stopped and hers began. My hips grinded against her, letting her feel how hard my cock was already, throbbing against her thigh. Her hands fisted in my shirt, not pushing anymore, just holding on as I devoured her mouth with deep,

Ready?

~ GAVIN ~Finally, I pulled my fingers free with a slick pop, her juices running down my hand. I stuck each finger in my mouth and sucked on it, savoring her taste. Another taste I knew I would be wanting more of. We stood catching our breaths — or more accurately, I stood while she lay slumped and boneless on my body. She could lean on the wall behind her but she chose to lean on me instead. As if she didn’t know what that would do to me. Her hair tickling my nose. Her breasts rising and falling against my chest. My eyes looking down her back at her ass. Maybe she thought this was over. It wasn't. Not by a long shot. “This is the longest you’ve ever been quiet around me, smart mouth,” I poked. “Got nothing to say?”“I feel like I’m going to faint,” she panted, leaning away from me, her gaze skittering anywhere but my face. “I need something to drink.”“Oh, I have something for you to drink,” I replied lightly. “Only you might need to work a little for it. You know, pump it out.”S

That won’t be necessary

~ SIENNA ~It was hard to say ‘Stop’. Not only because every part of my body was begging him to keep going, but also because my lips were still swollen from his kiss earlier. Gavin had ravaged my mouth like a man having his first meal after a weeklong fast. The kiss was hungry and desperate, like he feared I might suddenly disappear. Yet I liked it. Just as I liked his bites on my neck. And his fingers milking my pussy. And the feel of his díck as it wedged against my ass and danced around my wetness. But I had to ask him to stop. We were threading on the brink of disaster. Maybe not for him but for me, because I would never be able to live with myself if I gave myself to him tonight. A man who for reasons only known to him believes he has a right over my life and body. And on the night he disrespectfully ambushed my date? That would be feeding into his delusions. It would be an approval of all his misbehaviors so far. Even worse, it would be me breaking my promise to myself

Gavin’s judgment

~ SIENNA ~I ignored him and continued searching for a ride on the app but it kept returning ‘No available drivers for your location’.Maybe because the kind of people who dined at Aurum Noire and environs didn’t need cabs to leave. Their chauffeurs and convoys were parked close by, waiting for their call. “Fine,” I agreed. Gavin led me to his car, a different one from any of the others I’d seen, opening the door for me to get in. I slipped in quietly and he shut the door, then walked around the hood to the driver side. I sat straight, a good distance between my back and the coffee brown leather of the backrest. The interior of this car too was very sleek but I resisted the urge to look around. The driver’s door opened and he hopped in, starting the engine immediately. It seemed I wasn’t the only one in a hurry to end this night. Before pulling into the road, he handed me a cold bottle of water from his car fridge. “You said you were thirsty.”I was, and I proved it by gulping do

I know just what you need

~ GAVIN ~The air in Maxwell’s balcony was heavy with the smell of cigar as we puffed into the night. A bottle of the strongest vodka I’ve ever had sat on the stool between us, flanked by our half-filled glasses. A speaker was blasting metal music inside the house, the sound filtering out and serving the perfect background noise as we talked. After dropping off Sienna at her place, I came straight here knowing Max was the only person I could manage to see in my present state. “Now, I’m dying to meet this woman,” he said, musing as he lifted his glass of vodka to his lips. “I’ve only ever seen women lose their composure around you. Never the other way around.”“I’m not losing my composure,” I argued. “Yeah,” he replied, “and I’m not puffing on a large ass Cuban right now.” He blew a lazy ribbon of smoke in my direction, earning a glare in return.I had just told him the full story with Sienna, from the day she first walked in to get her tattoo, to the next time she came in for a cov

Just dance

~ GAVIN ~From the moment I found out what Max ‘knew’ I needed, I vehemently turned it down. But he insisted. In his words, “We have work, Gav. Go let out this steam so you can function with a clear head tomorrow.”So here I was, in a private booth of a shadowed sex club with a dancer he whispered in my ears that he had paid enough for me to do ‘anything’ with. The bass thumped through the walls, the air thick with sweat, perfumes, and loveless sex. I slouched on the single leather sofa in the room, watching the dancer’s silhouette gyrate against the red neon light. The lighting reminded me of a certain room in my home but I quickly took my mind off it. Too dangerous. The dancer was performing sexy stunts with the floor-to-ceiling pole in the middle of the room, occasionally bursting a move where the goods between her legs were on full display for me. She had been paid to tease, to make my cock hard, to offer herself as a vessel for me to release all my pent up stress into.And s

I need a favour

~ GAVIN ~“I could,” I started, losing whatever was left of my patience, my glare keeping her still as a statue. “I could fuck you — up. And I will, if you keep disrespecting my boundaries. I believe you want to keep your job.”She pulled back startled, a puzzled look on her face. I offered a grimace in return. I knew how all of this worked. I ran a sex club too — one I could not randomly walk into because it would result in a bloodbath. But I knew the politics behind places like this; the drink quotas and stage rotations, house fines dressed up as ‘discipline’, the back-room deals. And how quickly a single VIP complaint could erase a dancer from the schedule.She reluctantly stood and resumed dancing, though staying much closer. Maybe in case I changed my mind. I knew I wouldn’t. I gripped the base of my cock, feeling the bulging veins that seemed to get thicker by the second. My piercings glinted under the red light — five silver barbells laddered up the underside, from the roo

Fortune teller

~ SIENNA ~“Sorry, we haven’t received a dog like that,” the woman at the table said sympathetically. Dog hair clung to her cardigan. She didn’t bother brushing it off. It sat there like a badge, proof for anyone who needed convincing that she truly worked at a dog shelter.“White. Immaculate white…” I continued to describe Cakes as though she hadn’t spoken — or I hadn’t heard her, a picture of my beloved pet on my phone screen held up to her face. “Ma’am, we have not received any Pomeranians in the last four weeks.”You would think she hadn’t said a word at all. I kept talking.“And he doesn’t bark yap yap like the regular Pomeranian. His bark sounds more like… grup grup.” I tried to imitate Cake’s barking, not caring how embarrassing it looked. This was the last dog shelter in downtown Boston. I had spent the entire morning driving from one to the next in search of Cakes and if I don’t find him here, I don’t know where else. I was out of options but hopefully, not out of hope. “

Babygirl XI

~ SIENNA ~The day I fell for Gavin’s trick and admitted I attended yoga classes in this plaza, I knew I had made a mistake. This moment confirmed it. I stood motionless, tray in hand, backpack digging into my shoulders, staring straight at him and wondering why I hadn’t just ordered takeout like I’d planned. Why I’d decided to dine in at the last second.It was just like the first time we met here. Him with his ballerina niece, me fresh out of yoga. Only this time, he was the one sitting and I was standing. Wait, he wasn’t sitting anymore.He just stood and was coming right towards me.My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I thought I might drop the tray holding what had unceremoniously become my regular order at this café. I tightened my grip and tried to walk away but my legs wouldn’t move. Gavin was in front of me in no time. “Hi babygirl.”I swallowed. “Hi.”He reached for the tray and before I could protest, my strawberry boba tea and cake were in his possession. “I did

Where are we?

~ SIENNA ~A frown crossed my face. “What part of the gym makes it better? The sore muscles? Hand calluses? Machine accidents?”Gavin gave me a look that could best be described as pitiful; a face that clearly said I didn’t know what I was missing. “The discipline it builds. Results. Confidence in yourself for doing what you said you would do,” he replied. “Sounds like we’re talking about something other than attempting to tear your ACL with weights twice your size.”“You won’t tear anything if you have a good trainer.”“Thank you, I’ll pass.”“Don’t knock it without giving it a chance.”My head snapped towards him. “Wait. Why are you trying to make me go to the gym? Are you trying to tell me something?” I narrowed my eyes. “Are you calling me… fat?”We had a gym in my parent’s New York home but I never really used it, much to my mother’s chagrin. I had always belonged to the faction of people who inhabited their bodies without scrutinizing them. I used to think mine was beautiful

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