Page 39 of Irrevocably Mine
“Well, well, someone’s looking especially tasty tonight.” Dax didn’t give her a chance to respond, he went straight for his prize. Not the one she expected him to go for either, if the tilt of her hip was any indication. He latched his mouth on the bumpy tissue, and lathed it with his tongue, relishing every bit of the irregular surface. Dax meant it when he told her he found this sexy, because it meant she lived.
“Dax, you don’t…” A moan cut her off and she grabbed his ears and tried to map his path. Dax released the skin with a nip and quickly licked the nipple teasing his beard from the side.
“What was that, love? I couldn’t hear you over your cries of pleasure.”
“You have nothing to prove, I get it, you love my scar, and because of you, I kinda love it, too. Especially when your beard is rubbing into my nipple while you worship my smile. But if your head isn’t between my legs, like, yesterday, I’m going to Walgreen’s for new batteries and I’ll take care of things on my own.”
Submissive, my ass, how did I ever think that?But she was…and dominate, all rolled into one explosive little package. Dax licked his lips slowly. “I think that’s an excellent idea. My ears between your thighs, not the batteries part.”
There was no slow descent down her body or nibbled path. Not this time. Dax merely pushed himself down the bed, wrapped her thighs around his head, and happily put his tongue to work. Her reactions spurred him on, guiding his meal. Dax tongue-fucked her stupid. Once his beard was thoroughly waxed and she was whimpering, he wasted no time at all burying his cock in her still-quivering pussy.
“Fuck, woman,” he ground out when her body clamped down around his. There was something about bringing a woman to this point that always turned him on. Maybe it was pride, he didn’t freaking know, but it was even better now. To bring a woman like Stacy to that point was sublime. “Not going to…last.”
Dax dropped his hands, raising her thighs higher and changing the angle. He knew it was the right one because it had this intelligent woman babbling incoherent phrases. He went for the prize, he had to, he was about to come so hard it would be illegal in twelve states.
One, two, three circles of her clit and she went nuclear.
Dax thought it would be her body that pulled his pleasure from him, but it wasn’t, it was her words. She shouted to the heavens, “I fucking love you!” That is what had his balls drawing up against him and the tingle blooming at the base of his spine.
“Fuuuuuck!”
And then he fell into a blissful state of vegetation.
“Wow,” she panted. “You sure are cursing more today than you have in the year I’ve known you. I’m a bad influence.”
Dax smiled, or at least, he thought he did. His face was pretty much numb.
Shifting his weight and dragging the sheet across them, he replied, “Yes, you are lady, very bad, and also the best.” He managed to get his lips to work long enough to kiss her on the cheek. “I love you, too, Stacy Olivia Roberts. And since we aren’t doing the whole marriage thing, I declare you my old lady.” He pulled her in close, enjoying the feel of her ass cuddling his dick. “And first thing in the morning, we are going to the shop, and I am making it official, on our terms. Now, rest, I want to make love to you later tonight and possibly a power fuck or two, and we both need to recharge for that.”
“Whoa, what do you mean, make it official?” Without opening his eyes, he managed to tweak her nose.
“What I mean is, I’m putting my mark on you, and you can decide one for me and Walker can handle that later. But in the morning, we need privacy for what’s going to go down. S’that cool?” Dax had planned a tattoo for her from the moment he laid eyes on her. Once he tasted her, it was cemented. Worry crept in that she would resist, but he wouldn’t push her, he’d just have to mark her heart and soul if she drew the line at her body.
“Yeah, it’s cool. I’ll proudly make it official.” Dax let the smile split his face. “Our terms,” she breathed and fell into a soft slumber.
“Our terms, babe,” he repeated to the back of her head as he kissed it. “Our terms.”
Dax was vibratingat the thought of inking her perfect skin, even though he would be the only one to see it. Well, him and her gynecologist. The blinds were drawn and the shop was locked. No one would interrupt them. He may have been foaming at the mouth to put his mark on her, but he was just as anxious to see what she would decide for him.
His beautiful old lady was laid out in front of him with her legs spread wide, just waiting for the bite of the needle. The trust she was exhibiting was humbling. The bond formed between artist and client was a sacred one for Dax. He felt it was a very personal decision when someone allowed another to mark their body permanently. That bond between Stacy and him would be tenfold and that would be hard as hell to break.
“You ready, babe? It’s going to hurt like a bitch in the spot I picked, but you can handle it.” Dax tested the gun, and she didn’t even jump at the buzz. “No turning back once I pierce the skin. Not only will it beonyour body forever,Iplan to beinit, and your life forever, too.”
In answer, she leaned up and grabbed his face.Something about the feel of her hands turns me to mush every time.
“I don’t want to turn back. I’ll never want that. What I do want is a peek at those stencils.”Sneaky devil. Dax hid the papers from her prying eyes.
“Blackie Lawless’ saw-bladed codpiece, you’re sneaky as hell.”
“Blackie…” Stacy plopped back against the reclined chair. “Isn’t he the lead singer of W.A.S.P.? He’s not a hero, so what’s up?”
“First, he is a hero, a rock hero. Any man that wears a saw blade on his arms and cock is a hero of mine. Second, I’ve moved on, from heroes to rock gods. Like I said before, I’ll keep you on your toes, babe. Now, let’s get this show on the road. If I have to stare at your beautiful pussy covered in the barest layer of that sin-colored satin, tattooing is not what I’ll be doing.”
It was almost orgasmic when he penetrated her skin with the first line. Dax opted for flesh tones for this work, a shade or two darker than her own skin. He wanted them to look real as possible.
He reminded himself once more,no one but me will get to see them or this part of her ever again. He felt every twitch as if it were his flesh. He hated causing her pain, and yes, he could’ve chosen something else in a less painful location, but this was what he’d always wanted to see on her. It was almost the same way the wood spoke to him.
Just barely off the crease of the inside of the thighs was a rough place to get inked, he knew personally. His leg sleeve extended all the way and wrapped around to include his hip.
Wiping down his work and putting ointment on it, he asked the million-dollar question. “You ready to see it?” Holding up a mirror, he taunted her.
“Hell yes, give me that.” Stacy snatched the mirror and angled is just so. “Holy shit, are those…your ears?” She didn’t wait for him to answer, she didn’t need to; the design was a flawless, perfect representation of his ears. “Holy fucking hell, Dax, you really put your ears on my thighs. You freak.”
Dax leaned back and clasped his hands behind his head. “Yep, and you fucking love it, Stacy. They’re in the perfect place, don’t you think? A guide for when I’m getting my beard waxed. Also, in a place no one else will ever see them. They’re mine. All mine.” Dax leaned in and kissed her and took the mirror from her hands. “Forever, all mine. On our terms.”
“Our terms”, she whispered back. “But remember, payback’s a bitch.”
