I walked into his studio thinking I was the one in control.
Tight black crop top. No bra. Low-rise jeans. I wanted him to notice — the way he always did when I came in for touch-ups. His name was Rafe. Ex-military. Neck ink. Fingers thick enough to break me if he wanted. Always smelled like cigarettes and ink cleaner.
I told him I wanted something new.
“Where?” he asked, not even hiding how hard he was staring.
“Lower back,” I said, turning around and tugging down my waistband. “Real low.”
He leaned in close, breath brushing my spine. “That’s a dangerous place to put my art.”
“Good,” I whispered. “I want something that hurts.”
He didn’t speak. Just grabbed his gloves, his gun, and told me to lie down on the chair.
The first touch of the needle made me gasp — but not from pain. From the way his hand pressed into my lower back. From the heat building between my thighs as he traced slow, deliberate lines just above my ass.
“You’re shaking,” he said, voice low.
I looked back at him, eyes wide. “Keep going.”
The tattoo took thirty minutes. The tension? Fucking unbearable.
By the time he finished, I was panting.
“Let me see?” I asked, standing up.
He spun me to face him instead. Grabbed my hips.
“You didn’t come in here for ink,” he said. “You came in here to get ruined.”
I didn’t even deny it.
He bent me over the tattoo chair — face down, ass up, panties soaking. One tug and they were off. One slap and I was moaning. When he slid two tattooed fingers inside me, I almost came on the spot.
“Such a messy little canvas,” he growled.
He pulled his cock out and shoved it in without warning, splitting me open on that cold leather. The tattoo gun buzzed on the floor, still hot. I clawed the armrest, screaming his name.
He fucked me hard — no talking, no teasing, just raw, perfect filth. Gripping my throat. Spitting on my back. Filling me so deep I thought he’d tattoo his name on my womb.
When he came, he stayed inside. Didn’t pull out. Didn’t ask.
Just leaned in and whispered, “Now you’re mine.”
And honestly?
I never wanted to leave that chair.