Chapter 25
Iam delighted and feel like I could throw up at the exact same time. Reality is trying to hit home but I’ve got to leave the house now, so I text James one word before shutting my laptop and heading out: ‘Accepted.’ James replies by love-hearting the message. Oh my, what have I done…?
When we are all home for lunch after the kids’ sports games, James tells me he’s arranged for our babysitter to come over later this afternoon to watch the kids.
We have a date to attend. This is news to me; we never have surprise dates to attend.
What is going on? I wonder; it must have something to do with me getting accepted for the charity job.
The charity job that starts four weeks from today.
A few hours later climbing into Jame’s car, I ask, “Ok husband, now you have me, where are we going?”
“That is for me to know and you to find out, Rose Petal,” he winks at me, not giving me anything to go on.
“Ok man of mystery. I can wait. Tell me, is it a nice surprise?”
“No clues.” He reaches over the seat and pulls at my long brown hair.
I didn’t know what to expect so I’ve thrown on a cute black see-through blouse with a lacy black camisole underneath it.
And paired it with black heeled boots and dark blue skinny jeans.
My aim was dressed up casual. Not sure if I managed it but here we are.
James insisted I didn’t need casual comfy shoes at least.
We drive to Prahan and I’m surprised to be here; we used to live here before we had kids, opting to move to the sleepy suburbs. I raise an eyebrow at James but he remains tight lipped and raises both eyebrows back at me as if to say ‘What?’
Once we’ve parked the car, James takes my hands and we walk down past some cafés and shops before turning into an alleyway. I slow down a little, “Where are we going down here?” I ask. We’ve never been here before, I’m sure. Melbourne is full of hidden alleyways and secret bars.
“Just up these stairs,” James says as he turns right where there is an open doorway and leads me up the stairs. I look around and the whole staircase is covered in graffiti art. Not the trespassers type of graffiti, this looks commissioned.
At the top of the stairs James pushes open a door and leads me into a waiting room which is clearly the waiting room of a tattoo artist.
“You’re getting a tattoo?” I guess.
“You’re getting a tattoo,” James counters or was that commands?
“I’m getting a tattoo?” I repeat. “What tattoo am I getting?”
“You’re getting what I want tattooed on you.”
“Okay…” I trail off wondering if he’s lost his sweet mind. “Where?”
“You’ll see where.”
“Why are you being so cryptic?”
“Because I don’t want you to bail. If I keep it a surprise, you like surprises.”
“Why in the world would I bail?” I ask, my brows furrowing now.
“You might not. I own this beautiful body of yours, Rosie. I am about to have my branding on your body for everyone, including the eight men who are buying you for a week, to know who you belong to,” James says darkly in a low voice.
He’s still holding my hand. We never hold hands.
Does he actually think I’m going to run?
Before I can ask any more questions, a thick set man with tattoos covering 80% of his body comes out of a room at the back and walks towards us.
He’s wearing jean overalls and a shirt rolled up at the sleeves.
His head is shaved, and he has at least five piercings in both ears. “Rosie?” he enquires.
“Hi,” I reply, unsure what to say. I didn’t know I had an appointment until I turned up.
“Hi, I’m Bronson, lovely to meet you. And you must be James?”
James holds out his hand to shake with Bronson, who then turns and shakes mine also.
“Ok, if you’re ready, follow me, I have your designs ready to go.”
I look over at James who smiles coyly but gives nothing away.
I have two choices right now. I can dig my heels in and make a fuss to find out exactly what and where I am getting a tattoo, or I can give in to this absurdness and allow James to have his way and brand me.
I am learning towards option two because honestly, I want him to brand me, I want to see what he has chosen for me.
This side of him makes my pussy flutter and my clit tingle.
I like James in his possessive mode, I don’t see it very often, certainly not out in public.
“Ok Rosie, if you can hop onto the bed and remove your top and bra please.” My eyes flick over to meet James’ who has found himself a chair by the side of the wall. The tattoo chair is in the centre of the room.
“Here, you can place these over your nipples if that makes you feel more comfortable.” Bronson passes me over two nipple stickers. Is that really going to make me feel better?
“I’m good thanks, unless you’d prefer I wear them?”
“I’m happy with whatever as long as you’re comfortable.”
I undo the buttons on my blouse and pull my arms out, I throw it over to James.
Then I pull the lace black camisole off over my head and throw that to James.
I sit perfectly still, naked from the waist up.
My nipples pebble despite the warmth of the room.
I feel exposed but not uncomfortable. Bronson is easy going and seems all about his job.
It’s James whose baby blue eyes seem dark and hooded as he watches me.
“Ok I have the first one here ready. Rosie, if you can lie down with your right arm above your head, rest it up there on the headrest, I’m going to lower the seat so you’re lying down almost flat.”
I lift my arm as Bronson directs and feel the chair flatten out. I glance up to see the outline of a rose on a transfer before it is stuck on the side of my right breast. That isn’t so bad I muse and lie back and watch Bronson work over my body, remarkably close to my nipple but never brushing it.
The tattoo hurts a little, but not too bad. It’s been a long time since I last got a tattoo. After thirty or so minutes Bronson seems to finish and straightens. “That’s the first one down.”
I raise my eyebrow at James.
“I’ve cling filmed this, you’ll need to try and keep it dry for a few days and put some cream on, which I’ll give you before you leave. James can help you put your tops on before we move on to your lower half.”
Whilst Bronson’s back is turned as he gets the next tattoo ready I assume, James stands up and whispers in my ear, “You look fucking beautiful over there, getting my name tattooed on your breast.”
“Is that what it is, a rose with your name?”
“Wait until you see it. It looks fucking perfect. Lift your arms,” James commands and I do as he asks.
He lowers my lace camisole gently over my arms and head and then down across my body.
He then helps me into my blouse before doing up the buttons on the front.
He most certainly brushes my nipples, on many occasions. “Stand up.”
I swing my legs over and hop off the bed.
James begins to undo my jeans’ button, then the zip and then pulls them over my hips and my bottom before pulling them off each leg.
I look at him questionaly, but he doesn’t say a word.
He stands, throws the jeans over his chair and pulls my thong down. “James!” I cry out.
“You need these off for your next tattoo.”
“Why, where is it going to be?”
“On your pussy.”
“What?!”
“On your pussy lips to be exact.”
This answer renders me completely speechless.
Behind me Bronson has covered the chair with a long tissue covering like they have at a doctor’s.
I don’t know whether to be turned on because of James’ behaviour or mortified that I have to lie back and let this stranger see and tattoo my most intimate parts.
“Hop back onto the bed again Rosie. This time you can sit up but I need you to bend your right leg at the knee so you’re open towards me.
” To my horror, he’s holding a razer and begins to shave my right pussy fold.
I go to close my eyes but decide to instead glare at James.
This was a mistake to look over at him because the heat in his eyes is molten.
He is enjoying watching this man shave me.
I can’t be turned on by this, I don’t want my desire to leak out of me.
I have to look away from James and instead try and focus on what Bronson is doing.
He’s finished shaving me now, he puts the razor down and picks up another rose on transfer paper.
He sticks it to my skin before gently pulling it away and leaving a blue ink design of a rose and now I see James’ name along the stem.
I watch as Bronson reaches for the tattoo gun and begins working on me.
Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine James bringing me to a tattoo parlour and insisting I have his name branded onto me, on my pussy.
Thirty minutes later Bronson has covered over my second tattoo and James is helping me back into my clothes.
I am flush with emotions I don’t really know what to do with.
Am I happy or angry? They are both warring in my brain.
I’m fine about the tattoos, turned on even.
It’s just the full exposure that has got me in knots.
It wasn’t even a bad experience. It was just an unexpected one.
James helps me carefully step back into my jeans and I shimmy them back up over my butt and hips.
Bronson is tidying up and then gestures for us to follow him back out to reception where James pays him.
Bronson hands over some cream to apply on the tattoos which James snatches up.
“I’ll be applying this lotion, thanks Bronson.
” I blush and say thanks to Bronson. I’m not sure if I ever want to see him again or not.
I follow James down the stairs and back into the alleyway.
I am about to ask James what that was really all about when he turns to me, pushing me up against the wall and holds onto my chin, angling my face up to his.
“Now every mother fucker who pays for your body knows exactly who you belong to. You are mine Rosie Bell and now you have the branding on your body to prove it,” James growls the words into my ears, his voice is husky and dripping with possessiveness.
Has the Charity job tipped him over the edge? I wonder.
“Who do you belong to Rose Petal?”
“I-I,” I stutter.
“Who!” James demands.
“You, James, I belong to you.”
“Good girl,” he purrs in my ear, his face so close to my face I wonder if he’s going to lean in and bite me considering the intensity in his expression.
“Now I no longer have to leave hickeys over your body to lay my claim. You looked fucking stunning open wide for that guy whilst he tattooed you. If I thought he’d allow it, I would have got my cock out and stroked it watching him tattoo your pussy and when he’d finished I would have come down the back of your throat to brand that also.
“James,” I say as he grinds his stiff length into my stomach. Despite the unusual circumstance of getting two new tattoos, I would do it again if this is how James reacts and makes me feel.
“I would lift you up and fuck you now if I hadn’t just got your pussy tattooed,” James whispers in my ear as electricity courses through my body straight to my clit.
I actually wish we could do it right now.
Instead, he leans even closer and kisses me with such ferocity my head bangs into the wall behind me.
Pulling back he says, “Instead, I need to calm down with the knowledge my name is now on your body and we have a table booked around the corner for dinner. We may as well make the most of the babysitter whilst we have the chance.”
I breathe deeply trying to catch my breath from our kiss.
I am all kinds of flustered and horny. I’d prefer to grab a hotel room right now but that is likely not the best move now I have two tattoos I need to look after.
So instead, I pat my hair down, take James’ hand and together we walk back out of the alleyway and towards a nice dinner for just the two of us.
“We should do this more often,” I say as we get to the Italian restaurant.
“Tattoo your pussy?” James smiles as I gasp and elbow him in the ribs.
“Because I’m down for it any day of the week.
Although I think I really do need to find someone who will let me fuck your mouth whilst they tattoo your cunt.
” And with that, he pushes open the door and I’m flustered as I make my way inside, hot and horny all over again.