Dominant Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

"And we're going to give it to you. Over and over until you can't remember anything but our names." Dominic off his shirt, revealing a chest and abs that looked like they'd been carved from marble. Tattoos snaked across his ribs and shoulders, dark ink that only made him look more dangerous, more devastating. Damian stripped off his own shirt, revealing an identical physique—broad shoulders, defined muscles, those same mesmerizing tattoos—and my mouth watered. They moved to sit on the edge of the bed as they pulled off their pants, stroking their huge cocks in slow, lazy pulls. My eyes tracked every movement, mesmerized by the sight of their hands working their lengths.

"Yes, Don." "And," Dominic's voice lowered, tinged with self-mockery. "Find me the best tattoo artist." Marco blinked. Dominic touched his chest, closing his eyes. "I want a tattoo removed," he said. "And then, I want a new name tattooed." "What name?" "Elena." His voice was soft, but carried a fierce resolve. "This time, it will not be erased until I am dead." Outside, it began to rain over Manhattan. Watching the water stream down the glass, Dominic felt a sense of detachment.

She couldn't deny it--Mark was now asserting his dominance over her, and she was loving it. Mark sensed his plan was headed toward a successful end. He continued to smoke the cigar as he rolled up his right shirt sleeve, revealing the tattoo he had inked on his arm two days earlier. It was the word "DADDY" with a smoldering cigar underneath it. Mark thought he'd lost his mind when he had this permanent display put on his body. Now that he believed he was going to get what he wanted so desperately, he felt like a genius.

Henna was something that he did for our pups because they all thought our tattoos were cool. An artistic banner that Damon designed was hung up over one of the main booths. It had my mate’s sexy ass name and the logo design that was associated with him. It was an ouroboros made of water with flames inside of it. Damon was leaning against the chair with his arms crossed over his chest. A proud smile was on his face. He had dropped everything the moment that he learned that my mate was going to be featured this year. He had been instrumental in Maddox’s success, whether he agreed or not. He had taken my mate underneath his wing and taught him how to spread those wings of his and fly.

Before he and Cyan talked again. "Why is it that everyone has a tattoo?" this is what I've been asking for a while now. "Everyone is required to have one." "Really? So even us? Are we going to get tattoos too?" "Uhuh? And at the bar we're going to, there's the tattoo artist who will put you in. I'll go with you." "What style tattoo do we need to have?" "It depends on you, darling." "You? What about you?" "Three ravens." He showed the part near his chest. Three birds were there and it was all a raven.

The lamplight caught her eyes—that warm complicated brown I had spent a year watching from behind dark lenses, pretending the watching cost me nothing. "There's something I want," I said. "Tell me." "The birthmark." For a moment she did not seem to understand. Then the understanding arrived, and with it a color I had been watching her produce for over a year and had never grown tired of—the slow climb of pink up her neck, into her cheeks, to the tips of her ears. "Vito." "I have remembered the shape of it for two years," I said quietly. "Without ever being permitted to look at it. Let me look, cara."

Dominic smiled sensing the guilt in my eyes before he let go of my body and began to unbutton that soaking shirt of his. Pulling the thin fabric from his skin and throwing it to the ground, the way the water droplets slowly ran down his skin was the most eye-catching masterpiece I’d ever seen. Detailed tattoos of wolves, forests and moons looked back at me, whoever had worked on those, it took some time and were absolutely astonishing.

His eyes glistened happily as I showed him the fresh ink on my wrist. "That's so pretty, love." "I know!" I grinned, totally satisfied with the tattoo. "Though, it kinda hurts a little so good luck with yours. Have you chosen a design yet?" "I did but I'm not sure you're gonna like it." "What is it?" "Well," he scratched the back of his head. "Since our names begin with the same letter, I was thinking why don't we just get a cursive font of a tiny letter J at the back of our ears?"

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Aarya “Wow! It’s exquisite!” I marveled at the stunning neck tattoo that adorned my best friend Lea’s skin. My fingers traced the lines of the intricate design as I asked her, “I want one too, but I’m such a wimp thinking about the pain. Did it hurt?” Nestled at the base of her neck, where the curve of her neck met her shoulder, was a beautifully detailed wolf outline tattoo. Below the tattoo were Steven's initials, symbolizing their connection. It looks amazing.