Do Shoulder Blade Tattoos Hurt Novels & Stories

Scarlett POV "Got it," I said and stood up, concentrating. Nick tapped the clips lightly, and I let out a low moan of pleasure. Then I felt Will grab the left curve of my ribs, pull the skin a little and a clip was placed there. It was not at all like the sensation on my nipples, it was just sore and even a little uncomfortable. "It hurts and it's uncomfortable," I said, wriggling around, pulling my shoulder up. Nick watched me carefully.

The tattoo on my cutlet only lasted a many twinkles and also he moved onto tattooing my wrist on the other hand. " Does this one hurt more?" I jounced my head looking down from the tattoo needle and at Matteo rather." Which one of yours hurt you the most?" Matteo allowed about my question for a alternate before he spoke." presumably my caricatures, I do not have a lot there but it surely hurts the most." We ended up talking for the rest of the fifteen twinkles that it took to get my alternate tattoo done before we finished up and went to pay. Of course we argued over the payment since Matteo really wanted to pay for mine.

My arms were covered as well; those were mostly because I enjoyed the feeling of getting tattooed. And my mate. My sugar. The sane one in this relationship decided not to cut me on my chest or my arm. No, they cut my throat. The only spot on my body, besides my genitals, that I didn’t tattoo. The area where my mate would mark me. A long, thin line going from my shoulder to my chin. If they had cut deeper, they could have hurt me. But they only cut deep enough to leave a scar. The blood trickled down, and I reached over with my thumb, looked at the blood, and then placed my thumb on their bottom lip. “Have a good life, sugar.”

My short skirt clings to my ass perfectly, showing off my long legs, and my top stretches over my boobs. My make-up is flawless, as always, but when I see my blue eyes glowing, I freeze. Why the hell is my beast close to the surface now? It can't be just because I'm annoyed? I have more control than that… I'm sure I do. I shake my head and focus on my new tattoo. Honestly, it hurt like hell. The artist had to use a silver needle and ink mixed with wolfsbane to stop it from healing, but it was definitely worth it.

“The placement under your collar bone means that this one will be more painful of these two tattoos.” These two tattoos. “Precisely how many tattoos are you planning on doing?” She demanded. He was silent but his touch spilled a myriad of designs and where he would place them on her skin. “Rhett!” Her horror passed through her physically. “Oh god,” she whispered. “Oh god,” she tugged on the handcuffs, and he lifted the tattoo gun from her skin as she began to twist. “Let me go! F-k!” She screamed. “F-k! Help me! Someone, help me!”

Silence. I scream as loud and high-pitched as I can. His punishment is swift as a hard slap from his hand lands on my already sore ass. It cuts off the scream instantly because I'm fighting through the pain just to breathe. Damn that one hurt like hell. I get about thirty seconds of silence before the hum of the tattoo gun starts up. I can't help it and tighten my entire body in dread. This can't be happening to me. How wrong I am.

Silence. I scream as loud and high-pitched as I can. His punishment is swift as a hard slap from his hand lands on my already sore ass. It cuts off the scream instantly because I’m fighting through the pain just to breathe. Damn that one hurt like hell. I get about thirty seconds of silence before the hum of the tattoo gun starts up. I can’t help it and tighten my entire body in dread. This can’t be happening to me. How wrong I am.

"How do you feel right now?" Vicenzo whispers behind me while gently blowing the tattoo on the upper part of my shoulder blade. I sniff and look at him through my shoulder. How could he ask me that? I cried a bucket because it's really painful every time I felt the tip of the pen on my skin. He tricks me, he said it's not painful. But here I am, still can feel the sting sensation on my skin. I purse my lips and my eyes narrowed when he flashed a cocky smile.

His hand reached under my right breast to caress me there. “When did you do this?” He asked in reference to the tattoo. “When he was supposed to turn one.” I placed my hand on his “I couldn't understand the fact that he wasn't with me, so getting a tattoo helped me heal and accept his destiny. Not to understand, but to accept.” “And did it hurt?” “Oh yeah, a lot.” I laughed at his expression of terror “The tattoo artist said it was common to feel pain in that area, since there are the ribs.”

I approached their weak-ass leader and pulled him by the collar. "Remember my face and this tattoo you dummy, cause this day forward I will be your master. You and your useless gangmates will be my slave. You understand?" I said, looking hard at him. I grabbed his jaw and took a dagger that I always hid inside my boots. I carved a letter 'V' on his face. It stands for Violet. I tap the wound I made. "Aarrgghh!" He cried out in pain. Oh, my, my. Music to my ears.