18. Diego
CHAPTER 18
DIEGO
Her delicious tits have been pressed into my face for longer than I can take now. This dress was meant to embarrass her and put her in her place, but it’s working against me. She’s so fucking sexy. I didn’t think anything could make it better, but the tattoo on her throat, nearly complete, makes her so irresistible I can barely stand it.
How the hell was I supposed to know a big black mark on her neck would make her eyes sparkle like emeralds, bring out the pink hues in her lips, and make her mine in a way that’s hard not to respond to? She still doesn’t know what I’ve put on her, and I can’t wait to see her face.
“I would think you’d want me to take my time,” I finally tell her. My cock aches as I roll the chair away from her and toward the table, where I change the needles so that I can start the shading. She has time to relax into the chair, but I’m watching too closely to relax.
I’m painfully hard and growing more annoyed by the minute. This was supposed to be something to humiliate and demean her. She was supposed to hate this and fear her family’s wrath, but her reaction has been so contrary I’m forced to wonder if she’s right about what she said. Maybe I don’t know anything about her.
That doesn’t matter. I’m going to see this through, and part of my plan is a splashy look for the garden party with her aunt the day after tomorrow.
Anytime I try to fuck Maeve over, I end up wanting to fuck her. Having a nemesis would be much easier if she were less hot.
When I turn back to finish my work on the tattoo, her tits are threatening to spill over. She takes a deep breath, preparing for me to start again, and they shake like fucking Jell-O. I can’t help myself. My gloved hand slips into her neckline, pulling down the fabric and exposing her tits for my inspection.
The tattoo is going to have to wait a minute.
“Wh—” She starts to complain, but my mouth is already clamped around her nipple, shutting her the fuck up for once.
“Oh god!” she moans, her leg immediately shaking.
I grunt against her skin, her sweetness addictive. Why the fuck does she have to taste, feel, and look so damn good? A few deep sucks, a bite, and then I switch to the other nipple to give it the same attention, wondering how each pass of my tongue over her skin tastes better than the last.
“I’m going to finish this tattoo, then I’m going to fuck you.”
She doesn’t answer, just stares at me without making any attempt to put her tits away. She’s really going to leave them out while I finish? Fuck.
Fuck this woman. Fuck her. How can I despise someone so much and want her at the same intensity? My head spins in circles, trying to make sense of all this, and I’m sick of it. If the single needle didn’t bother her—and she sat like a damn rock—maybe the shading will do her in. The multiple needles do get a different reaction, and the bitch moans as I do the shading. The letters of my name seep her blood as I finish.
Goddamn, that’s hotter than I thought it would be.
She’s wearing my name around her neck now. She’s mine for everyone to see, and I get to parade her in front of her family like this this coming weekend.
I don’t even have time to enjoy the moment. My cock begs for her, and the second the tattoo is clean, I throw the machine to the side and round the table, reaching for her ankles. She’s not wearing underwear, thanks to me, and she’s so wet I watch it drip out of her in the bright overhead light of my station.
“Do you like pain, Maeve?” I ask. No one ever beat her, so I don’t know where she acquired the fetish, but it’s clear that it exists.
“I don’t know what I like, Diego. I’ve been surprised a few times recently.”
She aims a naughty look at me, and I wish I could say it was powerless, but all I want to do is roll around with her.
“Are you so fucked up I’m going to have to treat you well to torture you?”
“Who says you’re capable of torturing me, Diego?” She raises an elegant eyebrow, her green eyes nearly glowing. “‘Cause right now, it seems like you’re just desperate to fuck me.” Her eyes point down, and I can’t even deny how hard my cock is or how it’s obviously pointed toward her.
“Beg for my cock,” I tell her.
“Is that what makes you feel powerful?” she asks. “Please, Diego. Give me your cock.”
“I don’t fucking think so. Put your tits away,” I tell her, doing everything in my power to act like I’m really going to leave her there. Like I have the power not to fuck her.
It must work because a flash of panic crosses her eyes. “Diego, please. Please, fuck me. I need it.” That sounded much more genuine. There’s the balance of power I was looking for.
“Whose cock do you want?”
“Yours,” she answers too quickly.
“That’s not what I mean, and you know it.”
She bites her lip, obviously remembering what I did to her the last time I forced her to say something, but she’s a slut, and she wants this as bad as I do.
“I want my stepbrother’s cock inside me right now.”
“That’s a good girl.” Maybe it’s a mistake, but there’s no plot this time. I don’t record her. I just want to hear how bad she wants me before I give in.
She stares at my pierced cock for a long time. With an impulse I can’t explain, I lift it and show it off to her. Her eyes widen in lust and wonder as she takes in the stacks of my piercings, and I can’t help but smile as I line it up with her tight cunt. This would be a snug fit even without the help, but with it, it’s nearly violent.
My cock throbs and leaks, spreading precum over her. When I notch the head of my cock at her entrance, her mouth falls open on a silent scream. I want to be her nightmare, the worst thing that ever happened to her, but something about this is too intense for that. I fuck her with fury, stretching her to the limit so hard she doesn’t have time to enjoy it, but she moans, climbing toward an orgasm along with me.
Every sound she makes is sweet, and it gets me closer to my orgasm. Her wounded hand winds around my neck to yank on my hair as I fuck her, and I tangle mine in hers. I won’t kiss her. I won’t give her soft and intimate things like that, but I sure will hold her firmly in place while I fuck her into a wet little puddle on this table. I tell myself it’s okay. She’s my fuck toy. She means as much as a blow-up doll. The fact this is the best I’ve ever felt in my life is nothing.
I pull her head back to look into her eyes. Her breasts bounce with every thrust. “Do you want to know what I tattooed on you?”
She licks her lips, the piercing snagging something good inside her if her expression is to be believed. “No.”
“Why not? Scared.”
“Maybe I trust you, Diego.”
“You’re stupid.”
A look of extreme concentration crosses her face, and her pussy distinctively tightens around me like it’s trying to milk me of my cum. Horny little slut wants to come? Quickly, I hold her neck with my gloved hand, my palm right over the fresh tattoo.
“Are you trying to come around my cock?”
She nods ever so slightly as she bounces her hips, holding the angle in a way she especially likes. “You’re not coming, Maeve,” I warn her.
“Why not, Husband ?” She tosses my own taunt back at me, and fuck, it has no right to be this hot. “Haven’t I been a good girl for you while you tattooed me?”
“One good moment doesn’t make up for a lifetime of sin,” I tell her.
“Sounds like you know from experience.”
My fingers flex around her neck, putting more pressure, but the whore likes it even more. She squirms on the table.
“If you don’t want me to come, you better stop fucking me.”
“Dammit,” I grunt, fully unable to stop. I need her so fucking bad right now. If she comes, so be it.
“You don’t get to come, Maeve. You’re my whore, and I’m going to fill you with cum and walk you out of here dripping me,” I tell her, fucking her so fast, the piercings have to hurt.
“But whores like to come,” she complains.
I fuck her, pussy spasming like she’s just a few strokes from the edge. We’re racing now to see who finishes first. I hope it’s me. I’m desperate to ruin this for her.
“You’re my toy, you do what I fucking say.”
I pick up the handheld mirror beside my station and flash the little bitch her new ink, my name forever marked in her skin. I expect it to ruin things for her, hurt her, anger her, but her eyes flash, and she lets out the most guttural moan.
Her reaction is the opposite of what I want. Her pussy milks me tighter, and I toss the mirror across the shop in my frustration.
“You’re not supposed to like it, you little bitch. Am I going to have to be nice to you just to punish you?”
“You could try it.”
Sassy mouth needs to get fucked too.
My hips push hard against her, and the table moves with our weight. My orgasm rips me apart, taking me to a place beyond my comprehension. I don’t get why it’s so good with her, but the second I feel her following me, I rip myself out, refusing to give her what she wants most.
I keep coming after I leave her, rubbing my cock to get the last bits out and onto her. Fuck, I want to put the tip in her mouth and let her suck it clean, let the little aftershocks of my orgasm spread across her tongue. I’m blinded for a moment as my head returns to me, and the haze of my orgasm fades. If there’s one thing I can say about the Sinclairs, this is gold star pussy.
“Is that your master plan?” she asks, sitting up. “Fuck me and never let me come?”
I shrug while tucking myself in. “You don’t deserve to come.”
She laughs. “I came three times after I smashed up your shit.”
“I’m going to tie you up in that fucking room.”
“Oh no, I’d hate that,” she sasses.
“You would,” I insist.
“Maybe if you could keep your dick out of me, but we both know you can’t.”
Unfortunately, she is correct.
Maeve stands and heads over to the mirror in the corner of the shop. She stares at herself—her exposed tits and the tattoo. She moves her fingers softly over the letters, clearly thinking, but I swallow any intention of asking if she likes it.
It doesn’t matter. She’s mine, and that ink is hers.