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Story: Tied up in Knots

Great, I’m going to cry again.

“Stop being so sweet,” I grumble.

“Never. You’ve rubbed off on me permanently now. No more getting arrested for misdemeanors, no more speeding, no more drunken nights at the bar, no more nights alone without you.” His arms tighten around me and his face buries in the crook of my neck. “You’re stuck with me now Bambi.”

I was always stuck with him, whether he was physically here or not. But having him claim it himself without my insistence, only makes me settle more into his embrace. And as much as I love it here, I still want that bath.

“Will you walk me to the bathroom? I want to take a bath.”

“Oh, I’ll do better than just walk you there. I’ll get in with you and rub your shoulders. I could use a relaxing bath myself.”

I want to argue, but I also don’t. Soaking in hot water with Warren at my back and his hands digging into the knots on my shoulders and neck sounds like heaven.

Chapter 26: Warren

Baby Mama Parking

The water temperature is near scolding but that’s the way Bambi says she likes it. So, I’ll risk melting my balls off if it makes her happy. She strips down in front of me, completely comfortable with my presence in the bathroom with her.

Her skin is milky white with freckles speckling her arms, chest and thighs. She unties her hair from its ponytail and the long straight strands fall down her back in a waterfall of copper and red. Next comes her bra and underwear and…What the fuck is on her ass?

“What is on your ass?” I blurt out because I couldn’t possibly be seeing what I think I’m seeing.

“Oh…um…”

Bambi whirls around concealing her adorned ass cheek, exposing her bare breasts and pussy to me in the process. I almost forget about the black and blue mark on her backside in favor of the new view in front of me.

“I kind of got a tattoo after you left,” she admits sheepishly, a soft pink blush creeping up her cheeks and down to her bare breasts.

Full, soft, pink tipped breasts that beckon me to suck on them.

No. Pay attention Warren, she got a tattoo on her ass of your doodle, that’s a bit more important than her breasts. For now.

“Yeah, I can see that. Is that the doodle I drew on you the night before I left?”

She shrugs and curves her lips down, trying to act innocent. Like it isn’t my signature and name permanently inked on her perfect round porcelain ass.

“Maybe. I wanted something to remember you by, when I thought you were never coming back. It was before I found out I was pregnant.”

She looks completely embarrassed by the fact that she got my mark tattooed on her ass like a brand, whereas I am trying to reign in my arousal and thickening cock at the thought of my mark on her. First, I claimed her as mine by drawing it and then she solidified my claim by making it permanent.

“You don’t think it was completely lame? Do you?” she asks.

“Absolutely not. If you haven’t noticed, I find it extremely appealing.” I gesture to my growing erection in my boxer briefs. I hadn’t finished undressing yet and my approval of her tattoo is currently trying to escape my underwear by whatever means necessary.

Her eyes shoot down to my groin and I growl at the heat in her gaze. This bath wasn’t supposed to be sexual, it was supposed to be relaxing. Me pampering her and proving my dedication to her. So, no matter how much I want to make this sexual and plant myself inside her, I won’t.

“Turn around so I can see it better. I only got a glance before. Please,” I add, softening my tone.

She nods and turns bashfully presenting her ass and tattoo to me. It’s almost exactly as I remember drawing it. Most of it in black with hints of blue highlights, making it appear to glow. It’sgood work. I stroke the line of it and her skin is soft and supple under my finger.

Seeing my tattooed arm next to her tattoo makes me smile.

“I guess it’s only fair you have my name on you since I have your name on me,” I quip.

“I didn’t know that at the time, but yeah. It’s kind of ironic.”

I think it’s more than ironic or coincidence, more like kismet. We were always meant for each other. I was just too stubborn to see it before.