35. Epilogue – Hannah
Epilogue – Hannah
Six Months Later
“ O uch.” I hissed as the needle ran across my skin. “How do you stand this?”
I looked over my shoulder to where Lex was bent over my ass, stabbing it a million times over with a needle and branding me with ink. Sure, I’d had to beg her to do it in the first place, but I was having doubts halfway through.
“I usually sleep through them.” She responded, and I could hear the smirk in her voice. I wanted to kick her but figured the word Daddy’s sluf tattooed instead of Daddy’s slut wasn’t worth the risk. “You’re doing so good, baby.”
“Oh shut up,” I argued, feeling as sour as humanly possible for no reason other than I hated pain.
I should have known better than to get so mouthy, but the pain made me do weird things. Only half a second after the words escaped my mouth, she landed a forceful blow on my other ass cheek with such power that I was surprised it wasn’t Brody’s strength instead of hers.
“Ouch!” I hissed, covering my bare ass where she spanked me. “The latex gloves really add to the sting.”
“You deserved it.” She deadpanned. “Stop being a baby and think of how good Brody’s going to fuck you tonight for wearing his brand.”
With a whine in my voice, I declared, “I can’t do this. I still have one more to go.” I couldn’t just wear a permanent mark for Brody when I loved three people equally, which meant three fresh tattoos .
She sighed and set her tools down and pulled off her gloves. I hated being so whiny, but I couldn’t help it. My emotions were all over the place.
“Sit up.” She commanded, walking over to her things in the corner and grabbing a satin bag out of it.
“What’s that?” I got up to my knees, careful not to touch anything against the burning hell fire on my ass.
“Be quiet, and just do as you're told.” She demanded, and I bit my lip to keep from refusing. She was my Domme at the moment, that much was clear by her tone, and I was to obey. But everything inside of me wanted to rebel. “Spread your legs and lean forward on your hands.”
“Why—”
Smack.
“Oof.” I groaned as my cheek lit up on fire again.
“I told you when you begged me to brand you, that you were going to follow my rules or I wasn’t going to do it. So follow my rules. Leg spread, lean forward.”
I was completely naked other than my red bralette because the place she was tattooing was directly where my underwear waistband rode right above my ass cheeks.
I stared at her over my shoulder as I slowly, and as seductively as possible, spread my knees as wide as the table would allow and then bent forward, popping my ass out for her as she instructed.
“That’s my good girl.” She praised, running her hand down my back to my cheek, currently not being stabbed to death, and shook it a little. “I like it when you follow my rules.”
“You like it more when I’m a brat.” I pouted and then held my breath in anticipation as she pulled something from the bag and put it on the tattoo bed beneath me.
“You like being a brat so I can tame the naughty out of you,” She countered, leaning against my side so her lips were right by my face. “And if you would have told me the day I met you that you were such a naughty little slut, begging to be punished, I would have laughed in your face. ”
“You brought it out of me.” I purred, leaning forward so my lips brushed hers. Moments ago I had been in agony, yet with a little attention and some commands, I was purring and dripping for her. It was fucking magic.
Her fingers dipped between my thighs and rolled over my clit and then to my pussy lips. She hummed as she ran my wetness over my hole before dipping one finger into me. “I love it when you’re my sexy little brat.” She purred back against my lips. “And I love watching Brody and Knox fuck you like a little slut when you get in these moods.”
“Maybe we should have let them know what we were doing today.” I licked her lips and moaned when she put another finger into me. It never ceased to amaze me how wet she could make me, and as she took my wetness and rubbed it all over my pussy again, I moaned in need.
“No need.” She spanked my clit lightly, “I have everything you need for an attitude adjustment. Sit down.”
I paused, and she cocked her brow at me, daring me to defy her. I slowly lowered my pussy down and felt something stiff brush against me far sooner than the table would have.
“All the way.” She demanded when I froze and pushed me further until whatever she put below me slid inside of my pussy and nestled against my entire body, front to back.
I looked down between my legs and saw something neon pink and silicone lying flat against the table with something that looked like a hotdog in a bun lying atop. The piece inside of me felt like a thick plug, it wasn’t deep but it was wide, filling me up.
“This toy is going to tickle your clit and your ass.” She explained, and I rocked my hips to test it out. Ridges and grooves lined the entire length of it, rubbing across my clit and my ass with every move. “It’s called a grinder vibe pad. I bought it just for you.”
“I think I’m going to enjoy it.” I smiled and licked my lips.
“You’re going to need to.” She mused before clicking something in her hand and turning it on. “Because I’m not turning it off until you’re done with my ink. ”
“Oh, fuck!” I fought to contain a scream as the entire thing came to life. It danced across my clit and asshole like a million little tentacles sucking and tickling me. “Oh, God.”
“That’s what I thought.” She hummed and then walked back around the table.
“How the fuck and I supposed to stay still?” I cried, rocking forward on the toy and grinding against it. The name suited it. “It’ll look like you gave me the tattoo on a tilt-a-whirl.”
Lex hummed, gloving back up and straddling the table behind me. “Figure it out, baby girl.”
I gasped when she bent me forward more, which stretched out my vagina around the toy and pushed my clit down harder on the vibrating bumps. “Yessss!” I cracked my neck and stayed still as the buzz of her tattoo machine started back up.
When she pressed the tip to my back on the other side, I moaned but stayed still. The vibrations of the toy settled out the burn of the tattoo until my head felt foggy and the sensations all jumbled together.
“Such a good girl.” She praised, dancing her needles of torture across my skin. Knox’s tattoo was longer thanks to his fascination with calling me his sweetheart, but before I knew it, she was done. “How are you feeling?”
“Hmm.” I hummed, with my head hanging between my arms and my eyes closed.
“Hannah?” She got off the table and walked around to face me. “Look at me.”
I opened one blurry eye to peek at her, and she smiled. “You’re in subspace.”
“Hmm?” I hummed, tipping my head back and grinding on the toy again, now that she wasn’t torturing me, allowing me to move against the delicious thing.
“The place where pain and pleasure mix.” She leaned forward and kissed me, keeping her hands free of me since they were still gloved up. I pushed my tongue into her mouth and lifted myself up off the toy to feel the one inside of me move and lowered back onto it. “Tell me how you feel. ”
“I want to come.” I moaned, leaning my head on my shoulder as my eyes closed again. “I want to come so bad.”
I heard the snap of her glove come off, and then her fingers dipped between me and the toy as she moaned. “You’re so fucking sexy.”
“Yes.” I cried out weakly as the fog dissipated now that she wasn’t torturing me. “I need more.”
“Be a good girl and ask nicely, and I’ll give you whatever you want.” She teased, and I watched her pull her phone out of her pocket and move behind me.
As she winked at me, she aimed the phone in my direction and pressed the capture button. It then dawned on me she was filming a video of me on the toy. My brand new ink was visible from that angle and my pussy clenched hard, knowing she was going to show Brody and Knox how naughty I’d been via text.
It made the brat in me purr like a kitten.
“Please, Angel,” I moaned, using the pet name that Brody came up with for Lex because I knew it made her weak to be worshipped in a godly way. “Please make me come. I want to come all over our new toy.”
“That’s it, baby.” She lowered the camera as I leaned forward, showing them my wet pussy impaled on the toy as it vibrated on my asshole. “You want to be Daddy’s Slut and Knox’s Sweetheart, huh?”
“Mmh.” I moaned and then bit down on my knuckles when she clicked a different button on the toy and the thick part inside of me started thrusting. “Oh god.” I cried, thankful that we were all alone in the shop after hours. “Oh, my god!”
She moved around front and lifted my bralette up, exposing my breasts and the ink that wrapped around my left side in honor of her. She played with my breasts, rubbing her thumb over one nipple before pinching it and zooming in on the words she branded there.
Alexi’s Good Girl.
“She’s ours for good now, boys.” Lex purred into the phone before ending the video and pressing send .
She tossed her phone down on the bed and pushed her tongue into my mouth as the toy pushed me over the edge of my orgasm and I came. I screamed her name as she pushed me down harder onto the toy and forced two more orgasms from my body before turning it off.
“Let’s get you home so I can watch both guys bend you over and fuck you to show you how much they appreciate your dedication to us.”
I hummed and leaned into her. “Only if you ride this toy at the same time.”
She gave me one more lingering sensual kiss “With pleasure baby girl, with fucking pleasure.” Both our phones started vibrating off the hook and we giggled, knowing our guys were going nuts for more.
By the time my feet hit the floor, I was so completely relaxed that I didn’t even feel the burn of the new ink on my skin.
It was like that every time any of them touched me. Nothing else mattered, because in the end, I felt nothing else but them.