Tempted Ink Novels & Stories

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.

Goosebumps erupted all over my skin and my neck and cheeks heat up in embarrassment. "Who do you belong to Iris?" He whispered in my ear, lowly in a raspy voice that made my heart do a little flip flop. There has to be something wring with me. "Me." I answered, confidently, meeting his challenging gaze. I tried to push him away with my hands at his chest but in one move he had both of my wrists pinned above my head in his one hand. He is so freaking huge, not fair. "Don't tempt me, Iris." The way he says my name in a tortured tone as if he is controlling himself from letting the beast inside him set free should make me feel afraid but it only makes me excited to see. To see more of him.

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.