Tempted Ink Novels & Stories

Tank whispered as he toyed with the tank charm on the slave ring in her nipple. “Like by the time we’re done,” Ink said pulling her leg over his own before playing with her clit ring, “we should probably just throw the sheets away.” “That’s a lot of orgasms.” She whispered. “I think I’m going to need a snack to sustain me.” Tank said moving down her body and replacing Ink’s hand with his mouth. “This is all you, pet. Don’t hold back. Don’t deny yourself.” Ink murmured against her neck. He toyed with both nipple rings and kissed her neck and shoulder. “We want you to come so much that you walk funny when we finally let you out of this bed.”

"Are you ready to answer to us?" "Oh, gods, yes." Ink leaned forward, his eyes widening in eager anticipation. Then he blinked, obviously conflicted even as he sank to his knees. "Are you sure?" Priest stalked around Ink while trailing his claws along his body. "There is nothing more important to you than feeling our wrath and passion?" "Fuck, Priest, you know that." Ink moaned as Priest’s claws found his sensitive spots. "But... This isn't why... I had a purpose, I think."

Teasing and darting my tongue in and out while my hands were looking to take control and my cock was dying to enter her sweet pussy. It wasn't what I'd had in mind for the Prom, but just having her in my arms was incredible, and trying to make this moment last for a few seconds more wasn't going to happen. Especially because I knew that any mo-ment if there was a drink spilled or if there was some fucking emergency the janitor would come in and get supplies from his closet. I didn't want to stop until I'd accomplished the one thing that we needed to do right now and that was to come.

I shivered, my lips trembling with just the simple touch on his magical fingers. “I want you,” gathering all the strength I have in me, I mumbled out loud. “Take what you want, amore.” His voice was challenging, taunting. “I’m yours, take me.” With trembling hands, I reached for the hem of his black shirt, tugging it off of his body. I was drinking this fine specimen in front of me, the one which was offered for my taking. Under the canvas of intricate lines, his well-defined chest heaves calmly. A new ink caught my eyes. I haven’t seen it before, and the red ridges around it indicate it’s pretty new.

He playfully spanked my left but and squished it with so much eagerness. "I want to see you dancing, babe. Come on!" He whined like a kid and put both of his hands behind his neck before licking his lower lip. "Come on." After a minute of convincing, his eyes finally lit with happiness when I stood up from his lap. I took my tie out of my hair and messed it up a little to seduce him. His lips parted when I took my shirt off in front of him, leaving me with my brassier. I swayed my hips from side to side, my hands roaming around my shoulder unto my breast, slightly fondling it.

I stared at the ceiling and made a decision. The next evening I drove to a small, discreet studio on the edge of the city. The sign read "Black Thorn Ink" in sharp, elegant script. Late appointment—private. I'd chosen the design carefully: a delicate line of script just above my mound. One word. *Unleashed.* Something to remind me I wasn't average. Something to make me feel wanted. The bell above the door chimed softly. The space was dim—low amber lights, black walls, the faint metallic tang of ink and antiseptic cutting through the air. Shelves of needles, bottles of color, flash sheets pinned like dark art. And then him.

"You are way, way sexier than she is, Antonette." "Then prove it, James. Prove it to me. Show and make me feel that I am desirable. Prove it to me with your body, James," Antonette said seductively, increasing James's heat. Until James completely lost control and forgot that Antonette was inebriated and that he shouldn't take advantage of her. He is only focused on possessing her. So James claimed Antonette's lips once more while one of his hands caressed one of her arms, causing Antonette to moan slightly. Antonette closed her eyes and let the torrent of sensations wash over her. James caressed her shoulder with such gentleness. It's as if she were a fragile glass that would shatter if he t

I tried to shake the effect he had on me. My nipples harden instantly as I watch him lightly lick his bottom lip. It's subtle, but I catch the motion. Fire flames erupted over my body, making my nipples hard as rocks, and my stomach filled with butterflies. His eyes linger on my chest as he inhales a slow, deep breath that bristles my skin, sending a shiver down my spine.

I snapped. The man chuckled. "What kind of husband would let their wife stray away from him in a party when she looks like that." I swallowed. "Like that?" I echoed. "Like sin and temptation wrapped into one alluring package." He whispered into my ear. "Like a siren drawing every single man here closer." His fingers brush down my exposed spine and I shiver, wondering if I'd gone mad. Christian could come up here any second and catch me in this compromising position with this stranger. But the man's words had weaved a spell, trapping me.

He whispered. She was wet, open, a welcoming warmth that hinted at the readiness of her body to receive him. He felt the temptation, the possibility of a smooth, eager entrance into her. But he tethered his immediate desires, choosing instead to invest time in the exploration of her body's secret languages. His lips embarked on a rhythmic journey from her earlobes, down to the tender regions of her neck, traveling to the sensitive boundaries of her clavicle and further down to the soft, inviting fullness of her breasts.