Page 202 of Carnal Games

“Can you squeeze us in?” I ask.

“Absolutely.”

“Would you like me to suggest some ideas, or did you have something in mind?” Callie questions.

“I do. It’s a surprise for Iris. If you could point her to the room, I’ll let you know.”

“Surprise? Love that.” She claps her hands excitedly. “My assistant, Jo, will take you.”

“Go, rainbow,” I murmur against her ear. “I’ll join you in a minute.”

Iris

I try sitting at the rectangular leather bench while waiting for Kian, but excitement has me standing back up. Roaming around the space, I study all the pieces of equipment lined up neatly. I like that Kian chose a private room instead of picking a bench in the open space outside.

Despite the studio being owned by a woman, the ambience is the perfect blend for all types of clients. Not too feminine or too masculine. Brightly lit and luxurious.

The door opens behind me.

I turn around.

Kian enters alone.

Leaning back against the bench, I curl my hands around the edge as he saunters toward me. Caging me in with his head bent low, he softly asks, “Are you okay with me deciding the spot for the tattoo?”

“Yes.”

Pleasure swarms his features as he straightens but doesn’t step back. “Take off your skirt.”

Shivering at his tone, I reach for the waistband and hook my thumbs inside the edges. I tug the clingy material over my hips and down my legs, watching Kian’s eyes flare predatorily as he runs his tongue along his teeth. When the skirt puddles around my feet, I step out of it.

“The heels,” he prompts hoarsely.

I remove them, which has me tilting my neck all the way back to maintain our eye contact. I’ll never get used to the sensual thrill and the racing of my heart at our height difference. Grabbing me around the waist, he places me on the bench.

“Lie down.”

As if they timed it, Callie struts in. “Are we ready?”

“Yeah,” answers Kian, dragging a nearby wooden stool to my side and settling down. Tugging my lip free from where I was biting it, his gaze softens as he strokes my jaw. “There’s no rush. Anytime you want to take a break, let me know.”

“How bad is it going to hurt?” I nervously ask, while trying to stay still.

A gloved Callie comes to my other side and takes a seat near my hips, holding a piece of paper. I think it’s the design. Though I can’t see what it is.

“It depends on each individual’s pain tolerance. But yes, it will hurt a bit. Don’t get intimidated by the sound and try to relax,” explains Callie. “I’ll be as gentle and quick as I can be since I know it’s your first tattoo.”

“Okay, thanks.”

“Kian?” she utters to him.

He seems to know what she’s asking for because a nanosecond later, his fingers hook into the low waistline of my panties. He pulls it down a notch until the V near my hips is exposed. Having his fingers so close to my center sends all the blood in my body rushing south. As if he can sense how hard I’m trying not to be wet, his middle finger grazes my slit and I swallow, hard.

Fuck! I can’t concentrate with him touching me.

Thankfully, Callie covers me up with a towel while keeping the area where she’s going to ink me exposed.

I gasp, my abs clenching when Callie sanitizes the area and lays the stencil sheet on my skin. Peeling it off, I catch her picking up the machine gun with the scary needle. When she switches it on, I startle.