Spank Me Tattoo 소설 & 이야기

"We’re out of here in ten minutes." It doesn’t take long to get the tattoo. Adis has a tattoo artist in the pack who has his own little place down by the tourist area, and we skip the line to go directly into the back room. The owner draws my ‘S’ freehand, as he has done it many times before. I choose to make mine a bit smaller and less flashy than the others. I also get a ‘B’ on the back of my neck, which gives me the same rights as a Beta. I hardly feel the pain; it is nothing compared to what I have endured in my life, both before and here in the underworld.

“Well, we met at The Grinning Skulls.” “The Fallen Angels bar? In the MC clubhouse?” “Yeah.” Spider grinned at the look on Tex’s face. “Can’t quite imagine me there, huh?” “In some ways, I can,” Tex said. “You’ve got the ink and the silver…” He lifted his chin to indicate the spider web tattoo across the other man’s face, the tiny spider tattoos all around his neck, the multiple silver piercings in his ears and on his face. “But I can’t imagine you voluntarily walking into that den of rampant homophobia.”

he called jerking back, he looked surprised yet shocked, at my outburst, I was too, but it felt so painful when he touched it, the tattoo on my nape felt more like a curse on me every passing day “ for over six fucking months I can’t even touch you because you flinch so much when I touch your nape, can you tell me what the hell is wrong with you? You say you want me yet you haven’t given yourself to me? You do not want to give me your virginity? And now you always flinch at me!” he roared to me, his features scrunched up in annoyance, but how was I to explain to him that I had a tattoo I was imprinted with?

Jane had been staring at the tattoo artist since she walked in. He was tall, covered in tattoos himself, and he had a smirk that told her he had seen and done things that would make her blush. Unlike her, who decided to get a tattoo just tk rebel against her parents. They had caught her at a club and embarrassed her two days ago. She was twenty two for fuck sake. She could club if she wanted to. Well now she wasn't just going clubbing, she would get a tattoo too and maybe even fuck the tattoo artist if he was up for it.

D*mn, that word made my d*ck twitch. "Really, huh?! Do you want me to serve you right now?!" She nodded while batting her eyelashes. "Okay, whatever my queen wants!" Her giggles were music to my ears. We kissed, we hugged, and we made love under the moonlight. "Mark me again, Logan!" She uttered after. "I can mind-link Witch Anya to remove this tattoo and mark me again!" I glanced at the butterfly tattoo printed on her marking spot. Honestly, the tattoo was strikingly beautiful. I wouldn't mind marking her with her tattoo sitting there. "No need, sweetheart. I will mark you again even if you have that tattoo on your neck!"

“There’s a man trying to steal my wife from me. And she didn’t tell me.” Dante steps closer, sliding one of his thighs between mine and pressing it against my core. “I think that kind of behavior deserves a spanking.” I moan—genuinely. I haven’t had much experience with kink, but spanking? Yeah. One ex knew what he was doing, and Dante? Dante looks like he definitely knows what he’s doing. That fire in his eyes flares again. No longer anger. Just lust. “Strip for me, topina,” he growls. “I’m going to paint that perfect ass red.”

Her reason had already evaporated. That was when Belle’s half-lidded gaze caught something on Bastian’s left hip. The skin there was still red and irritated, where the tattoo artist had just injected fresh black ink. A small silhouette was etched there. A sparrow with its wings spread. Belle’s breath caught in her throat. Her eyes widened as she stared at the new tattoo, then lifted her gaze back to Bastian with stunned disbelief. “You… tattooed that?” she whispered. Her finger trembled as she pointed toward Bastian’s hip without daring to touch it. “On your body?”

He exclaims which makes me then look down at my forearm to read my own tattoo which spelt 'family'. The tattoo was something that all of our members had to prove that they were in our gang and that we were a family. Jake had it on his bicep, Jason had it on his shoulder blade, Zack had it on his rib and Nick had it on his collar bone. Dominic got it recently on the back of her ear. Somewhere hard to find but still in her style. It suited her, and it wouldn't risk her identity being found out.

"There's no way their disgusting spawns can hold onto these vixens' bodies any longer!" They kicked us harder, yet nothing happened after a dozen blows. "If the babies refuse to leave, we should do something to them so the Pendragons won't even want to look at them anymore," Miley suggested. "I ruined her face, though. Isn't that enough?" Minnie questioned. Miley decided against explaining to her sister and went straight to action. She ordered someone to pick up a tool and carve the word "skank" into our flesh. "Remember to carve it multiple times! We don't want these tattoos to fade once they heal, right?" she said.

"How many tattoos do I have in total?" "Four." And he goes on to explain what they are. “The Crow tattoo on the back of your left shoulder, the tribal tattoo on your spine, the lotus flower on the back of your neck, and my mark, right here.” He gently caressed his mark on my left collarbone, and immediately, I felt the pull and comfort towards him. I nodded. “Okay, you're Ryan, okay.” He glared at me and I laughed. “Say my name again.” “Ryan.” I scoffed.