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“Finish it. My first marks are ruined. If I’m going big, I’m goingreallybig, and that starts with a humongous visible representation of who owns me.”

Nico waits a beat, looks at me for confirmation, then gets back to work when I nod at him.

“Pretty sure you own them, sugar, not the other way around,” he mutters as he works.

Truer words have never been spoken.

“Want a distraction while he finishes?” I ask her, leaning forward to rest my elbows on my knees, my phone clasped between my hands.

She frowns at me. “What? You going to read to me? Tell me a story?”

My eyes trail down her body, over her tits barely covered by the sheet, then down to the thin, stretchy pants she’s wearing. “There are other ways to distract you.”

“You can’t fuck her while I’m tattooing her, Brix. The lines will be all fucked up.”

“I can make her come without my dick. You of all people should know that.”

Everest’s pupils are blown, and I have a feeling if I shoved my hand down her pants, she’d be wet, though I’m not sure whether it’s the possibility of getting off while going through the pain of the needle or the thought of what Nico and I might have done to and with each other in the past.

“Just don’t jostle her too much. The outline is done, but I’m not trying to color outside the lines,” Nico says, lowering the gun back to her chest.

Everest is watching me through her lashes now, her chest heaving with deep breaths.

“Do you want me to distract you?” I ask, my voice deep, husky, full of need.

I wasn’t lying – I can absolutely get my girl off without fucking her. But the second Nico is done, I’m kicking him out of this room so I can bury my cock in her tight little cunt and fucking her until the entire parlor hears her screams.

Her throat works with a hard swallow as her eyes dart to the top of Nico’s head then back to me.

“Yes,” she whispers.

I’ll ask later whether she wanted the distraction from the pain or if she was simply horny and turned on by the prospect of an audience. Looks like my wife has developed a voyeurism kink.

Unfolding myself from the chair, I set my phone on the cushion and close the space between us, kneeling at the foot of the bed so I can reach up and drag her leggings over her ass and down her legs.

“Keep your eyes on your work,” I tell Nico while locking eyes with Everest.

He grunts his agreement and does exactly as I say, keeping his head lowered, the gun to her skin, and his eyes on his work.

Smoothing my hands up her legs, I spread her knees and stare at her beautiful pink pussy, all glistening with her arousal. I was right – my girl is turned on.

Later, when we’re alone, I’m going to delve a little further into what exactly is getting her primed. As far as I know, she could be getting turned on by the bite of the needle. I’ve always been a bit of a pain slut, but love to inflict it as much as I love to receive it.

We’ve both changed during our time apart and there are so many things I want to do to her, to show her.

For now, though, I’ll start with teasing and feasting on the pussy I’ve always been obsessed with.

She brings her knees up and plants her feet to keep herself open for me. I spread her lips with my fingers and lean in close, inhaling deeply. “Fuck, you smell good,” I murmur a second before I make a slow swipe with my tongue.

Her breathing hitches and she gasps.

“You got to stay still for me, sugar,” Nico says, a soft chuckle in his words. “He’s got an amazing mouth, though, doesn’t he?”

“You’re killing me,” Everest mutters.

I start to tease her swollen clit, flicking it with my tongue and sucking it between my lips.

“Does it make you jealous to know we fucked?” Nico asks. And it might be my imagination, but his voice sounds deeper, as though his own need is kicking up.