Dominant Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

“Well, we came to the conclusion that I love Marcus but not like a partner. I love him like he is my Dom, so the other option is I am his submissive along with Jackson’s. It is possible to have two Doms, but even that feels weird. But if I don’t try, I won’t know, right?” She rolls her eyes at my response. “You can’t just have one guy, can you? You have to go and take two. Well, three if you add Demitri.” She laughs, and then her face gets all serious. “Demitri as in the guy who did your tattoos? When the hell did that happen and why?” “Yes, Demitri, the one who did my tattoos, I don’t know. He came to the house to do a tattoo. I have a fetish for them and everything. I guess that is what ma

Though the temptation to design a dick lingered, I knew that discretion was paramount in this delicate balance of power. With a firm resolve, I settled on the image of a bestial monster, its form twisting and contorting across his expansive canvas of skin. I can’t believe I am tattooing Alpha Caden and I really expected him to jerk away and say he didn’t come here to get a measly tattoo but he lay there completely still. I meticulously worked the tattoo machine, etching each intricate detail into his flesh, I couldn't shake the irony of the situation. He, the powerful alpha, was now immortalized as the very embodiment of the beast he portrayed in my art.

“Something exclusive.” “Exclusive? Sure. I’ll have him recommend some.” Soon a batch of designs came through. Forrest introduced them seriously. “Demon tattoo, also called a slave mark. Usually on the lower abdomen. You know what it means. But people who get this are usually women…” Forrest turned his head and saw Lorenzo studying the designs with full focus. A chill ran down his spine. “Bro, you are not thinking of doing this, right?” Lorenzo stubbed out his cigarette and said calmly, “She said she wanted to leave her exclusive mark on me.”

I told her. She looked at me, and then nodded as she started looking through the designs. All the designs had a resemblance of underworld and mafia, and with that, she has to choose one. She continued to look at those designs, while the other artist showed a few designs to me. I picked up the design of a sword, wrapped around a dragon and thorns. I wanted that tattoo to cover my entire back, and they agreed. While my shona chose a beautiful design, it didn't meant anything related to mafia, but it was the picture of a bird escaping from a cage.

I lowered the glass of the window to see her glaring at me. "What do you want now?" "Get in." "What?" She almost shouted. "Are you really ordering me right now? You know next time you wanna talk to me, talk to me with respect. This tattoo ain't a fancy symbol." She pointed to the dragon painting on her arm. I chuckled. She was definitely trying to be her old self again. Except she never changed... "And what does that got to do with me?" "A dragon symbolizes dominance, strength, ambition, authority, dignity and capacity. And we prefer to live by our own rules, and despite that we've never failed. We're driven, unafraid of challenges and we're willing to take risk. We're respected and we're fe

"I'll be enjoying every moment of it." My cheeks are steaming red and glancing over at Galina, she is also blushing with her gaze downcast. She proffers me her hand and I wordlessly take it as I'm burning with fury inside over the dastard. My eyes catch sight of the tattoo on his muscled upper arm. The black ink of the Christian Cross encircled by a fierce Dragon, made a dramatic striking contrast against his fair skin. Some girls would think it was bad of a guy, however, to me it was bad news about a guy.

A massive tattoo stretched across his back, dark, swirling lines that formed a wolf’s head surrounded by a crescent moon. Kieran stood at the counter, chopping vegetables with the precision of a surgeon. His long red hair fell over his shoulders in loose waves, and his tattoo was just as beautiful as Kai’s: a roaring dragon with flames curling down his spine, its tail disappearing beneath the waistband of his jeans. Kylan, of course, was leaning against the fridge with a smirk that could melt steel. His tattoo was a constellation of stars and a running wolf, the design wrapping around his ribs and down his left side.

"There's still a small scar on my arm." Dominic took a look. "It's faint. You can't even see it unless you look closely." "But it's still there," Jewel said, her tone gloomy. For someone who cared about her appearance, even the smallest scar felt unacceptable. Dominic offered a suggestion. "Then get a tattoo." "A tattoo? Of what?" He thought for a moment. "How about a butterfly?" The moment Jewel heard the word butterfly, her mind jumped to that night. Her face flushed bright red. She shot him a fierce glare, said nothing, and walked ahead on her own.

God, this man is fine. There's not a single layer of fat on him. There are little bits of tattoos inked into the side of his waist and I run my fingers over the ink. There’s a tattoo taking over his left pec as the ink flows into the full-sleeve tattoos on his left arm. I run both my palms up his torso slowly as Dominique takes in a sharp breath. His muscles are tense as I trace my fingers over the outline of his perfect body. I want to tell him how perfect he is but that will only feed his ego. Knowing Dominique Gray he’s going to use that against me.

There he was. Dominic sat lazily on the large couch in the living area, looking every bit the powerful Alpha he was. He wore a crisp white shirt with the first few buttons undone, revealing a teasing glimpse of his toned chest and the edge of dark tattoos. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, showing strong forearms, and his hair was messy in that effortlessly attractive way I remembered from the summit. The tattoos on his skin peeked out, making it impossible not to stare. I instinctively checked him out, my eyes tracing every visible inch before I could stop myself. Heat crept up my neck.